SRU: Shutter Bug II – A Different Angle

by: Island Riter

 

It was a beautiful fall afternoon; Jason had cracked the car window to enjoy the crisp air – but only a little. He glanced over at Angie who was dozing in the passenger seat. A lump grew in his throat as he watched his bride of only two years gently rocking with the motion of the car.

"God she’s beautiful." Jason thought as he often did.

The sun shining through the window highlighted the soft accents that ran through her incredibly shiny hair. He often teased her asking if she ate raw eggs to make her hair shimmer so. Oh how he loved her.

Angie was a bargain hunter. Always on the lookout for a good buy, even though they were fine financially. Jason had found his niche in marketing right out of school and was a rising star in his company. Angie, who loved children, had been working as a teacher at a local day care until the pain had grown too great to bear.

Her passion was making their home beautiful on a budget. And she was amazingly good at it! Their kitchenette was furnished with a table and chairs brought home from a flea market. When she had first brought him out to see her find miraculously crammed into the back of her little hatchback, he thought she was joking. The paint had been an obvious attempt to match the avocado furnished kitchens of the 70’s and looked to have been from a spray can.

As with everything else that Angie touched, she breathed new life into the old table set. Jason often called his lovely wife Angel because of the way she handled everything and everyone. The table, as it turned out, was a rich beautiful cherry under the seven coats of paint that masked its true beauty. From the day on, Jason trusted his Angel’s choices and had never regretted his decision.

That’s why he was driving her around today, on her weekly quest for bargains. Their new Saturday ritual was canvassing new neighborhoods jumping from garage to garage, sale to sale.

As he pulled up to their next destination as indicated by the large circle in the paper, he looked over at Angie again. She looked a little pale, or at least a little paler than what was usual now. His debate over waking her was abruptly ended as her long lashes fluttered then opened revealing the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen in his life.

"Hi." She murmured sleepily.

"Hi yourself."

"Sorry, I must have dosed off their for a minute. You ready?"

"Yeah, are you sure you’re up to this? Do you need to go home and rest? I noticed you didn’t come to bed again last night."

"What, are you kidding? Would I dare take you away from your one passion in life, your lifelong ambition? Your very vehicle to carry you though the daily rat race you call a career? Would I take away the excitement of digging through other’s junk so that I can furnish our love nest with new treasures?"

"No … no, I suppose that would weigh too heavily on your conscious." He chuckled softly.

"Well what are you waiting for? Get out there, find me a diamond in the rough you big stud you!"

"God I love you!"

"I know that silly, now go. Make me proud!"

As he walked around to open her door, Angie climbed out of the car and stated "Darling, dear, love of my life, stop! Please! I’m fine, just a little tired – you worry entirely too much!"

"Okay, okay, okay! So shoot me for caring!"

"Don’t tempt me." Angie muttered under her breath "Honestly, I love that man but he thinks I’m made of glass these days." Unfortunately, her own analogy was closer to the truth than she cared to admit.

As Jason was looking through various stacks of bric-a-brac he spotted something that caught his interest. It looked like a digital camera. Now that was something worth looking at.

Examining the camera, Jason could find nothing resembling the masking tape price tag that was usually adhered to every surface at such sales. The camera was in great shape and even had some extra memory sticks and software included. He couldn’t believe that no one had snatched the camera up yet! As he fiddled with the various controls, he was able to determine that it functioned to his satisfaction.

Deciding he would go no higher than $30 for his offer, Jason began to scan the open garage for the owner of the sale … and was startled at who he saw. It was that two-headed woman he read about in the papers! Wow, how odd!

She ... they.... She, he finally decided, was quite a celebrity! He had read all about her in the papers following the Pharmacorp explosion. Something about the combination of the chemical fallout and the explosion causing their condition.

If you could avoid looking above her shoulders, the woman was quite a knockout. Long denim-covered legs ended in a perky little butt that matched (well, almost) Angie's. Above that she he wore a belly shirt that barely contained a very healthy set of lungs. From the look of her nipples, she was reacting to the crisp fall air as well.

Startled from his examination by a sharp nudge from behind, he guiltily turned to see Angie giving him a reproachful look. Shrugging his shoulders sheepishly, he approached the sale owner(s) to see if he could strike a bargain for the price of his find.

After she finished giving change back to another bargain hunter Denise and David turned towards Jason. Jason was trying hard to decide which head to address, finally gave up, and focused on David.

"Hi, how much are you asking for the camera?"

Denise’s head swung sharply towards David’s "The camera? Are you sure about this?"

David smiled reassuringly at Denise then focused his attention back to Jason. "How does twenty bucks sound to you?"

"Sounds sold to me!" Jason responded handing over the money, but a little curious about the remark Denise had made.

As he turned to walk away he caught a piece of the conversation of the camera’s previous owners "… put in out last night after you fell asleep … happier than I’ve ever been Denise…" Even with Angie’s condition, Jason could relate, though he didn’t think he would be so cheerful with the challenges that couple faced.

Leaving the garage, he spotted Angie reclining in the car waiting for him. As he buckled his seat belt Angie finally asked, "Honey, would you mind if we skipped lunch out and just went home now?"

"Of course not." Jason replied trying not to show the worry lines that creased his usually carefree face.

**********

Jason got up from bed having lain with Angie until he heard her softly snoring. He paused for a moment after covering her up and kissed her lightly on the cheek. So beautiful it made his heart ache every time he looked at her.

What was he going to do without her? No! He thought abruptly, a tear winding down his face. I won’t even think that way. Miracles happen every day, something good would happen for his Angel. He was sure of it!

Plopping down in his overstuffed leather desk chair, one of the few luxuries he had bought new, he powered on the PC to check out some of the football stats.

After mulling over the teams and players a bit, Jason suddenly remembered his purchase from earlier in the day. After retrieving the camera from the car, he examined the CD containing the software.

"WizardWare? Never heard of it. I bet it's some fly-by-night software company where the development team is a guy living in his mom's basement." Jason thought.

"Well, what do I have to lose, worst case I'll just sell the thing and try to get my money back." he muttered popping the CD ROM into the open bay.

**********

Meanwhile, an elderly gentleman sat in the back office of a shop that currently opened to a storefront in the Circle Center Mall in Indianapolis, Indiana. Dressed in what most would describe as a bathrobe, albeit one that had seen better days, the man was hunched over the keyboard of his PC typing rapidly.

"Fly-by-night huh?" the old man repeated vehemently. "Living in my mom's basement!" he snorted.

"Well, let's see how you like this!" the wizard spat as he versioned and compiled WizardWare Digital Imaging Software v2.1.

**********

After his PC had finally loaded and launched the software program, a small dialog box with a cartoon caricature of a wizard appeared on Jason's screen. "A new version of the WizardWare software exists. Do you wish to upgrade at this time?" the small wizard prompted from his PC speakers.

"That's pretty cool, but I wonder how it knew there was a new version available?" Jason thought. "I didn't hear the modem start."

Deciding he didn't want to try to push what would likely be a sizeable upgrade across his 28.8k modem right then, Jason started to push the Cancel button. Then realized, there was no Cancel button!

"Great, I can tell what kind of software this is going to be. It's so buggy it doesn't even have message boxes that work right."

Still not wanting to run the upgrade at this time, Jason reached down to the phone jack to unplug the line running to his computer. As he leaned out of view, the image on his screen became animated as the little wizard smiled broadly and began motioning his hands in elaborate gestures.

Just as Jason was sitting back up the wizard announced, "Upgrade complete." as the dialog box closed.

"What the ... " Jason mumbled looking at the phone wire still in his hand.

**********

"Come ‘ere Freckles. Here kitty, kitty, kitty." Jason called.

Freckles leapt to his lap in a single bound purring loudly rubbing his face against Jason’s chest. Typically one would associate a name as unusual as "Freckles" to an attribute of the animal, not so in this case. Freckles was completely covered in black fur except his two front feet which were white.

When Angie had found the stray kitten and brought him home, Jason had first been opposed to the idea arguing smelly litter boxes, fur balls, etc. But as was typically the case Angie had won the argument through her feminine charms and knowing her husband well. Jason finally conceded on one condition, he would name the cat.

Having agreed to the conditions, Angie was at first appalled and insistent that they rename the animal when she first heard his suggestion! After all, the name Freckles was how Jason referred to her private parts! So named because of two small birthmarks visible when she trimmed herself ‘down there’! But Jason would not budge on the name laughingly stating "What better name for your pussy … cat?" So Freckles it was and continued to be.

Having played with the camera enough that he at least thought he knew what he was doing, Jason went looking for a model. Thinking it would be neat to surprise Angie with a new background for the computer screen, he sought out the cat.

After a brief struggle getting Freckles to pose in various positions long enough to have his picture taken, Jason uploaded the images to the PC.

Despite his first impressions, Jason was quite impressed with the software! It had a very nice flow and several tools that allowed you to crop, cut, paste, resize, etc. Very powerful! In no time he had created a very nice backdrop of Freckles in various poses. Angie would love it!

Having accomplished his goal, Jason had noticed some other options that he now wanted to play around with. One tool on the menu appeared to be a morphing agent. He had always gotten a big kick out of the images that made their way through cyberspace and was anxious to try making his own.

After launching the tool and bringing up a picture of Freckles to edit, Jason decided he had better check on Angie. Leaving the image in edit, he made his way upstairs to check on his wife.

**********

As cats have a tendency to do, Freckles jumped onto the desktop and began walking casually back and forth eventually making his way towards the opposite edge of the desk. Not giving the slightest thought to the computer keyboard in his path.

As with most, the software was well designed and allowed for keystrokes to launch most commands. So, as Freckles casually trod across the keyboard in typical feline arrogance, he set into motion a series of events that would change not only his, but his owners lives forever.

**********

Rounding the corner, returning from upstairs, Jason entered the den just as the most startling event he had ever experienced unfolded. Freckles walked across the computer keyboard when the air began to shimmer around him. The cat then leapt from the desk, partially obscured by the distortion, and disappeared behind the desk.

Running into the den in a vain attempt to determine what the hell had just happened, Jason immediately began calling the cat. As he headed behind the desk, a bright yellow streak flew by his head out of the den.

Now extremely confused and more than a bit worried about the cat, he redoubled his efforts to find their pet. His worry stemmed from Angie. Her condition was bad enough without having something happen to that stupid cat! She adored that feline mongrel and if anything happened to him, her spirit would be crushed!

Quietly calling out for the cat, Jason decided to investigate what had flown past his head. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn it was a bird! But that was impossible, all the windows and doors were shut! Perhaps it had managed to get through the fireplace somehow.

After searching the house, Jason could find no sign of either a bird or the cat. Feeling a little ill and not sure how to proceed, he returned to the den to start his search over. That was when he noticed a flashing message on the computer console.

A window had appeared with two frames, two buttons and a flashing message stating "Process Complete". Within the left hand frame was the picture of Freckles he had been about to experiment with the morphing software on. In the right was a picture of a beautiful yellow canary. One of the buttons was labeled "Save" the other "Undo".

"Nah ... couldn't be." Jason muttered aloud. "That's just plain ridiculous."

Nonetheless, he hesitantly positioned the mouse's cursor over the "Undo" button and with a hand that shook ever so slightly, clicked the button. Immediately he heard a loud thump and Freckles meowing from another room.

Jumping up, Jason ran to the kitchen where he spotted the cat lying on the floor cleaning himself. Grabbing the cat, Jason nearly burst into tears of relief.

"Where were you hiding you flea bag?" Jason chided. "You had me worried sick!" A brief pause then "Good heavens, I sound like my parents when I used to come home late."

Scratching the cat's furry face, Jason returned to the den, sat facing the computer and said to Freckles "It just can't be. I'm a rational guy -- I know magic doesn't really exist. There has to be some other explanation."

Examining the screen again, Jason saw again on the left side a picture of Freckles and on the right the picture of a canary. Noticing the scroll bar by the bird picture, Jason began to peruse other photos. There were hundreds of pictures to choose: from wild animals to insects and everything between. Knowing what he had to do to set his mind at ease, Jason finally decided upon a picture.

Setting Freckles on the desk before him, Jason pressed the "Morph" button. At first nothing seemed to change and Jason let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding. Then it happened.

The air almost seemed to crackle and the hair stood up on his arms as the area around Freckles began to shimmer again. It was almost like watching waves of heat rise up from hot pavement in the summer, except it was limited to the area around the cat. Then the air appeared to grow thicker around Freckles distorting the view and the shadowy image trapped within. He was unable to see clearly, but could see a definite change occurring with the distorted visage.

When it was over, what had seemed like minutes had actually only been seconds. But what stood before him on the desk replacing the furry black cat with white paws, was a North American Box Turtle.

Picking the turtle up and examining it made the change more concrete in his mind. No illusions here! Hard colorful shell, scaly legs and head -- yep, it was a turtle. Still trying to fit his mind around what he had witnessed, Jason heard the upstairs toilet flush.

Heart pounding, he quickly set Freckles the turtle (he had to assume that it was still Freckles) back down on the desk and pressed the "Undo" button. Angie's footsteps were closer.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Jason whispered panicked as he stared at the blurry image in front of him

He could see Angie's legs on the stairs as she began her decent. Freckles' image was still in state of flux. Sweating now, Jason glanced at the screen and noted a progress bar stating the change was 98% complete.

Angie reached the bottom of the steps and turned toward the den just as the progress bar declared 100% and Freckles' image solidified as a cat once again. As Angie approached, Jason reached out to pet Freckles. The cat hissed angrily at him, jumped off the desk and ran to find a safer spot to shake off his confusion.

"What's up with him?" Angie asked confused, "I don't think I've ever heard him hiss at anyone before..."

"I think he's just a little annoyed at having to pose for so many pictures for me." Jason said with relief realizing Angie hadn't seen the transformation take place.

"Oh? Playing with your new toy?"

"Yeah, and I made something for you. Come over here and take a look."

As Angie rounded the corner of the desk, Jason shut down the morphing software and showed his lovely wife the background he had created for the computer desktop.

"I love it!" she gushed plopping in his lap and kissing him fully on the lips.

"It wasn't that good." Jason thought but feeling warm inside for his wife's attention.

"I love that too!" Angie told him grinding her shapely bottom against the hardness she had created in his lap.

**********

Lying next to Angie enjoying the sweet scent left on his face from their earlier foreplay, Jason sighed loudly.

She was an absolute tiger in bed and he enjoyed every minute of it. Looking over his wife's naked body, Jason felt his tiger stirring below. Her legs were very nicely shaped -- one of her best attributes -- except maybe her eyes. Nice trim tummy, her boobs were a little on the small side, but very perky and nicely shaped. Cute little butt too.

But it wasn't her outer beauty that had attracted him to her. Well, that wasn't true. It actually was her outer beauty that had attracted him, but it was her inner beauty that made him fall in love with her as deeply as he had.

Tears started rolling down his face. It just wasn't right that a person with so much love to give should have a death sentence imposed upon them so early. Angie loved people -- all people. She had no enemies and knew no strangers. Her life had always been about making other people happy.

When she wasn't teaching at the daycare, Angie had volunteered at the homeless shelters or the AIDS respite homes. Anywhere there were people in need, his Angel was there to help. Angie desperately wanted children, many children. They had even talked about having one or two of their own and adopting more. But that was all before.

He began growing angry, it just wasn't fair that a rogue group of cells could team together, reproduce and cause the damage they had. Even though he knew it wasn't their fault, Jason had been livid, even screaming at the doctors when they explained the diagnosis and the fact that the position of the tumor in her brain made it inoperable. It had just been easier to lash out at the medical personnel than the lump of life-stealing flesh that was taking away the one person in the world he loved more than life itself.

But like everything else, Angie made life okay. He didn't know how she did, where she kept her undiminished supply of optimism, but she simply did. She had been the one comforting him after the diagnosis. How selfish he had been, but he just couldn't stand the thought of being without her.

The doctors had told him to expect about 3-4 months where she would be able to function well enough to remain at home without nursing care. Based on this time frame, Jason was making the most out of every minute they had together.

Kissing his Angel gently on the cheek, he crept off down the stairs unable to sleep. He was unable to sleep because an idea had been working in the back of his mind. If what he had seen earlier had really been true, maybe there was a miracle waiting to happen.

Jason headed to the kitchen and dug around in the pantry for a moment before heading toward the den. Turning the PC back on, Jason whispered "Freckles! Here kitty, kitty. I've got a special treat for you..." as he scooped some tuna onto a small plate sitting on the desk.

**********

The time registered as 3:17 AM on the small clock in the bottom corner of his computer, but Jason wasn’t tired at all. As a matter of fact, his breath was coming a bit faster than normal and he could feel his heart beating at a slightly accelerated rate. Fact was, he was scared.

Examining the screen display one last time, he poised the cursor over the "Morph" button. The now familiar morphing software filled the computer screen with a picture of Jason on the left and what he hoped he would become on the right. Well, that wasn’t exactly correct. It was more like what he needed to become to prove to himself his theory would work – but only for a short time he reminded himself.

Thinking back over the last few hours, Jason had little doubt the software was able to do the unthinkable. By some sort of magic, alter reality by altering the image of the subject in the left panel to that in the right.

He had done some extensive experiments with Freckles earlier and found one major limitation with the software. For some reason, the only images you could use were those that resided in the software’s own directory or those imported from the camera. Whenever he attempted to copy images from another source, the program would not accept them.

It seemed that the only image files it understood were those in an .mgc format and he could find no software on the net that could translate .gif or .jpg files to an .mgc format. But that did not stop him from performing his tests with his less-than-willing subject.

Wondering how powerful the software was, Jason had found the image of a fluffy white cat on to which he had placed an image of Freckles’ head. In moments, Jason was examining a fluffy Persian cat with a head covered in short wiry black fur – Freckles’ head.

Freckles didn’t seem to mind this change; there were no angry retributions as Jason stroked his long silky hair. Picking up the cat to examine him more closely, Jason also discovered Freckles was no longer a him, but a her!

His mouth suddenly dry, Jason set Freckles back on the desk and reversed the process. The cat simply licked the empty plate in search of more of the delicious tuna.

"Well," Jason reasoned "if I can connect a head to a new body, I wonder what happens when I completely morph him from one form to another? Is he still Freckles inside? How much of Freckles’ original body do I have to leave for it to still be him where it counts?"

Many questions, many experiments and now finally the only way to prove what he believed to be true. Cursor still positioned over the button, Jason closed his eyes and clicked the mouse.

Brief sensations of warm air encompassing his body then.... nothing, well, almost nothing. He had no doubt his experiment had worked. His fear that morphing completely from one form to another would cause unforeseen changes was unfounded. In his experiments with Freckles, Jason had always been the one to initiate the reversal for the change. He had no sure way to know that Freckles was really still Freckles on the inside ... until now.

Not ready to open his eyes yet, Jason sat and mentally noted the changes to his body starting with his feet. Certainly shorter, the floor his feet had sat flat upon moments ago, was now only reachable with the tips of his toes. It was difficult to tell about his legs -- except they were bare, and hairless. When he moved them back and forth on the seat, there was nothing between his skin and the soft leather.

Focusing on the area that made him the most nervous, he really couldn't tell a lot about the femininity he knew was there except it wasn't the fullness he was used to. This was almost a little disappointing -- he had expected something, something more... What he did notice, with some experimentation and concentration, was that he could contract the muscles in his (what he knew to be) vagina. It felt, well, different -- but not erotic, as he had expected.

His butt was definitely fuller. The leather chair had always been comfortable, but now there seemed to be extra padding in the seat bottom, but he knew it was really the fact that he had more padding in his bottom.

Moving up, this new body had great abs! He sat flexing his abs enjoying the feel of how tight his stomach was. Though in very good shape, his original abs had never felt this powerful when he had flexed before! Next up, his breasts. They felt enormous! They had looked larger than average in the picture he had selected, but not like they felt! Again, he was a little disappointed. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but they just sort of ... hung there. He could feel the weight of them hanging from his chest, but he had no way to mentally feel their presence.

His arms and hands didn't feel much different -- except he could detect long nails when he clenched his fists. He could also tell a definite decrease in muscle mass on his arms when he tightened the muscles there. The only other change he was immediately aware of was the tickle and drag of long hair, and that was more annoying than interesting. All in all -- he didn't like being a woman.

As he opened his eyes he was prepared to reverse the process, but hesitated a moment. When he saw the picture on the screen of the woman whose form he had decided to borrow, he caught his breath. She was indeed quite beautiful. Her long, silky hair was so black it seemed to pull color from everything nearby. The face of a super model, the body of a goddess; it was too good an opportunity to pass on.

Pushing back from the desk Jason stood and looked down at his "borrowed" facade. He was a little startled that his clothing had changed along with his body. Gone were the t-shirt and boxers he had dressed in to be replaced by a white halter-top, a pair of dazy-dukes and heels! Exactly how the image was dressed on the computer screen!

"Fuckin' magic." he muttered.

After taking only a couple of steps, Jason also realized that though he had inherited the stunning woman's wardrobe, he had not gained her sense of balance or ability to walk in heels. Bending over to remove the shoes, he felt the full weight of his large breasts for the first time.

"Figures, no bra. And man, these things are heavy." he whined.

Standing back up shoes in hand, he noted how the silky material rubbed against his nipples. Now that felt good! Though he knew how much Angie enjoyed the attention to her breasts when they were making love, they were much more sensitive than he would have imagined.

He continued on to the bathroom to get a "up close and personal" look at the beauty he had become. "Well," he thought, "at least I still think like man."

Being careful to lock the door behind him, Jason peeled the skin-tight shirt off first. The way his breasts were pulled upwards with the top then fell back into place was almost sensual! Then looking at his chest, he caught his breath again.

"Wow! She has the most beautiful tits I have ever seen!" he whispered aloud.

Jason watched as the woman in the mirror reached up and cupped her breasts feeling the same sensation happen to him. Centered in the middle of her light brown areola, which covered the entire end of her breasts, were fingertip-sized nipples proudly waiting for attention.

As he watched the girl gently rub her breasts, he became more and more excited. Not only was it extremely erotic to watch the beautiful woman, but also the feeling of having his breasts rubbed felt indescribably delicious! Soon his nipples were fully engorged and he felt his groin area becoming very warm – and wet. Not able to control himself, he dropped his pants and admired the thong-covered woman’s figure in the mirror.

Never in his life had he seen such a beautiful woman this close up before. She absolutely exuded sexuality. Angie was hot, but this girl was on fire! Seeing the wetness on the crotch of his panties, Jason lost all remaining control and almost ripped the thong from his body. The neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair he saw before him pushed him over the edge. He became an animal in heat: touching, rubbing, prodding and even growling as his female hormones took control and his mind took a backseat.

Gasping and bucking his hips, Jason experienced the most incredible orgasm of his life. Slowly removing the towel he had shoved into his mouth to muffle his screams, he decided that being a woman wasn’t so bad after all. There were definitely compensations for the losses!

His bladder nearly bursting, Jason figured he may as well experience it all. Sitting on the toilet it took a few moments before he was able to identify the right muscles to relax. He finally touched his finger to where he thought the pee should come from to help him focus on where to release. After a few moments, he was rewarded with a warm stream hissing from his hidden parts.

"That was kinda gross." He decided grabbing an extra large handful of paper to clean up with. "I don’t think I’ll do that again."

Blowing the image of the girl with the puffy lips a kiss, Jason walked back out of the bathroom. He hadn’t bothered to redress deciding it wasn’t worth the effort since he was just going to set things back to normal. Or so he thought.

As he walked down the hall, Jason watched Freckles rub against the door to the den then pad his way inside. Still lost in the afterglow of his orgasm, Jason didn’t immediately react – until he heard the thump of the cat landing on the desktop – then he ran.

Too late, Jason rounded the corner. The cat, continuing his feline habits, began to walk across the keyboard, again activating commands – this time with Jason’s picture being the focus of the software.

Jason felt the shift in the air before he saw it, and was startled at the difference. This was not like before; this time it was almost as if the air were the surface of a pond that someone had dropped a pebble into with the focal point being the computer. The concentric circle began small but quickly widened its path. Before he could even react, the circle had spread, engulfed him and moved on in an ever-widening pattern.

Not knowing what to expect, but filled with anticipation, Jason looked down to see what changes had occurred. Still naked, the immediate change he saw was his breast size had decreased by about half. They were definitely the same breasts he had been squeezing like ripe cantaloupes only moments before, just smaller. But before he had time to take in any further changes, Angie's voice reached him from the top of the stairs.

"Couldn't sleep either huh?" she asked making her way down the stairs and catching sight of Jason standing opened mouthed in terror.

"Oh for Heaven's sake Jason!" she nearly screamed "How many times do I have to repeat myself before you listen to me?"

Now crying she continued, "It's bad enough that I have to look at you every day with your clothes on, do you have to strut around naked? For the last time, I'm not going to change my mind and have sex with you! So, will you please cover yourself?"

Weeping uncontrollable, Angie pushed her way past him and ran into the kitchen. Jason, unable to move, watched her go.

Stepping into the bathroom again, now in total confusion, Jason could hear Angie softly crying in the kitchen. He again looked in the mirror. The pouty-lipped goddess that had faced him earlier had been replaced. The person that stood before him now vaguely resembled the raven-haired beauty, but also looked very similar to his original self.

His hair was still several shades darker than his original sandy blonde, but was now dark brown instead of black. And while long compared to his original cut, his hair would still be considered short for most women. A rather androgynous looking face, not particularly feminine or masculine, he was slightly taller than his previous incarnation and a bit more muscular. He also verified his breasts were much smaller, closer to a small B cup now he guessed. The biggest change he noticed was centered on his groin.

Where once had been a neatly trimmed rectangle of black pubic hair covering a "full-lipped" vagina, was replaced by something else. The pubic hair was much wilder now, grown back to the full triangle, plus a thin line of hair running from the top of his pubic patch to surround his belly button. While he could still make out a vagina, what should have been his clitoris looked more like a very small penis extending out from his body!

He was still confused and desperately wanting to view the PC, but Angie was more important. As he held up his shirt, he discovered it was no longer the halter-top he had taken off, but a half shirt and his short-shorts were now men’s boxers almost like the pair his male body had been wearing, except pink.

Dressed, he entered the kitchen. Angie was sitting at the table drinking a hot cup of tea. She seemed a little more composed now looking up as he entered, eyes bloodshot from crying. His heart wrenched.

"I’m sorry Jason. It’s just that this has all been too much. When I thought I lost you that night, my world fell apart all around me. I just didn’t know how I could go on without you. Then when I found out you were alive I had hope again! And when I saw you like ... like this, I just fell to pieces again."

"But, I don’t understand…" Jason started as he sat in the chair next to her.

"Understand? What’s there to understand?" Angie asked with a tone in her voice Jason had never heard before. The sarcasm, the disappointment, the … the open hostility made him want to cry, but she continued.

"You knew I didn’t want you to go to Lucky’s that night. I practically begged you not to, but you just had to be "one of the guys". Well look at yourself, look at what it got you!" her voice grew higher and higher in pitch as she continued ending with an almost ear-piercing screech.

"And to make it all worse, you expect me to sleep with you! How dare you? Isn’t my life hard enough with what I’m facing without you putting that sort of pressure on me? While I’m being honest here Jason, let me tell you one more thing. I love you, and that will never change, but the only reason I haven’t filed for divorce is because our time together is short."

Jason sat in shocked silence. He had never heard Angie talk to anyone like that before – especially not him! He was absolutely crushed! But more than hurt, he was confused. What on earth was she talking about? Lucky’s? Wasn’t that a strip club on the east side of town?

"Honey please, please just listen to me for a second." Jason pleaded constantly stopping to clear his throat, but giving up when he realized his higher voice was caused by his change – not something in his throat.

"No Jason! I don’t want to hear it, I just want you to stop! Please, just stop!"

**********

Sitting holding Angie tightly, murmuring reassurances to her, he was more than aware of the pressure of her breasts pressing firmly against his. These odd sensations were causing a stirring in his groin, which was equally confusing. His clitoris was quite erect (extending to its full 2 inches) and despite its diminutive size, felt much like the hard-ons he had always experienced in his male body. The difference was, he also very aware of the arousal of his vagina.

Knowing his arousal would only upset Angie further; he put his thoughts toward the information he had gathered since his most recent change. He was slowly beginning to develop a hypothesis of what had occurred, if only he could prove it. He began mentally listing the facts:

Fact - Angie firmly believed there was a reasonable explanation to his condition that had nothing to do with the magical camera.

Fact - A different set of keystrokes had been invoked by the cat's most recent stroll across the keyboard. The air had seemingly come to life during this last change.

Fact - There were some subtle changes in the appearance of the house since his most recent change. At first he had trouble picking up on them, but eventually he began to spot them. A different picture hung over the mantle, a set of curtains that had replaced the blinds. Small, yet noticeable, differences.

Fact – He remembered how things had been, but Angie did not.

There could only be one answer. Whatever Freckle's had done with the software had changed reality to fit Jason's present condition. As startling as it sounded, it was the only theory that made sense. Somehow he had to get to the computer, figure out what had been done and reverse the changes!

**********

Drying off after his shower, Jason felt refreshed. Not knowing how else to casually slip away, he had used the shower as an excuse. But once he had reached the upper floor of their two-story home, the reality of his new reality sunk in. The bedroom he and Angie had once shared was now hers alone.

Jason found all of his personal items and new wardrobe located in what had been the guestroom. Looking through his closet he managed to find an outfit he thought he could tolerate long enough to reverse the changes Freckles had initiated. Slipping on the comfortable jeans and t-shirt he had found, he proceeded back to the den.

As he entered the den his heart began beating faster as he saw Angie sitting in the chair facing the computer's screen. "Please don’t change anything." Jason prayed over and over as he entered the den.

Looking up as he entered, Angie asked, "What is this?"

Not knowing what he would find, Jason answered lamely "What is what?"

"This program you have loaded on here. Is it for the camera you bought? It looks pretty neat, do you think you could show me how to use it?"

Thinking, "If only I knew how to use it..." but saying aloud "Sure." Jason positioned himself behind the desk.

Angie stood and pulled another chair close, then sat in it to better watch Jason's handling of the software program. "You look pretty in that outfit. I wish you would let me teach you how to fix your hair." she said.

Caught off guard by the comment, but quickly realizing it was her way of trying to make up for her earlier outburst he simply said "Okay, I'd like that."

Angie smiled knowing she had been forgiven and as usual, turned his heart to mush.

Sitting down beside her, Jason looked at the screen to see if he could glean any information as to the state of his current condition. His stomach balled into a knot as he read the message before him, "Image Saved" with the only button available being "OK".

Reluctantly he pressed "OK" to continue. Filled with desperate hope he began scanning through the "before" images on the left hand side of the screen as he explained his actions to Angie.

"It's really easy. You pick a picture here on the left that you want to morph from, and then find a picture in this right-hand panel that you want to morph it to. Then just press the "Morph" button."

"Can't get an easier than that!" Angie replied enthusiastically.

Jason's heart dropped as he realized the only picture now loaded of himself showed him in his current state. Somehow Freckles must have initialized the return sequence to his male shape, halted the process somewhere between the female form he had borrowed and his original form, then saved the image! The worst part was, now he was stuck!

As he sat crying softly, he felt Angie's warm hand covering his. "I'm sorry Jason, sometimes I start feeling sorry for myself and forget how traumatic all this is for you too." A brief pause then "You've been acting really odd, are you getting your period?"

The question so completely caught him unaware that he began laughing. Sniffing and laughing at the same time, he answered, "I don’t think so, but hell, I’d believe anything right about now."

Deciding he had nothing to lose at this point Jason said "Angie, why don’t you pick a picture out of these on the right, we’ll leave my picture on the left and I’ll show you how this program works."

After scanning through the contents of the folder labeled "Human" Angie observed what Jason had earlier "There aren’t any male photographs to pick from. Why is that?"

"Wish I knew, it came preloaded that way and the only other images I can get it to accept are those taken from the camera."

"That’s okay, use this one." She said indicating to a petite woman of Asian decent.

"Okay." Jason replied. He had a plan in mind; he just hoped it would not make things worse than they already were.

As Angie sat watching the computer screen as Jason’s image slowly grow fuzzy then began to take on the characteristics of the Oriental beauty she had selected, she abruptly realized that the photo on the screen wasn’t the only thing that had grown fuzzy.

Her heart filled with terror, Angie began to scream and move away as she watched Jason’s form enveloped in the static field that surrounded him. Abruptly the distortion disappeared and behind it, where Jason had sat only moments before sat a petite woman exactly matching the image she had selected from the computer program – duplicated down to the kimono!

"Dear God … who are you and what have you done to my husband?" Angie barely managed to whisper still backing away in a mixture of confusion and utter terror.

Hearing the woman say in a little girl’s voice, "Ang, it’s me, Jason." She fell to the floor in a dead faint.

**********

Sitting on the couch together, Jason finished recounting the details, as he knew them.

"So what you're telling me is that this accident that turned you into the man/woman never happened. That it was this computer software that not only changed you, but changed reality for everyone else as well. That this simple computer program has the power to do these fantastic magical acts?"

"Well ... yeah, I suppose that's what I'm saying."

"If I hadn't witnessed what I did and you weren't sitting here before me looking like someone just plucked you out of a Japanese restaurant, I would think you were insane. But instead, I think I'm insane."

Jason laughed softly. In his last incarnation, he hadn't been particularly tall, but now he was absolutely tiny! He couldn't have been more than 4' 10 tall! Sitting next to Angie made him feel like a small child again.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Angie finally spoke. "Well, if all this is really true and we can change your appearance as easily as you say, it shouldn't be a problem to change you back into a man. Right?"

"But I told you, my picture was overwritten with a new image, I can't change back! I even checked the original image still loaded on the camera; the reality changed modified it too! I'm stuck." Jason finished softly.

"Darling, I understand your image was overwritten. But that doesn't mean we can't overwrite it again with a different image. An image that will make you male again."

"Oh ... oh, my!" Jason exclaimed eyes opening wide with understanding.

"Here's what we're going to do...." Angie said as she began to outline her plan.

**********

Arriving at the gym was "Plan B". Angie’s first plan of taking digital photos of magazine photos hadn’t worked. When they attempted to load the pictures into the computer, they simply wouldn’t upload giving cryptic error messages. Finally, they gave up.

As they exited the car, Angie looked over at her husband. "Let me get one more quick look at you."

Feeling very conspicuous, Jason only wanted to finish the job they had set out to do. Smoothing his skirt he looked shyly up toward Angie not knowing where to put his hands. First attempting to fold his arms across his chest then quickly remembering why he had uncrossed them the hundred or so times before, he let them hang limply by his side.

"You look beautiful!" Angie exclaimed again.

"Is the makeup really necessary?"

"Do you want this to work or not?"

"Fine, fine, let’s just do it and get out of here."

As they entered the main entrance, a well-built young man was leaning over behind the counter performing some unknown task. As he heard the tone caused by the door opening, he stood up smiling until he saw his guests.

"Sorry ladies." He said, "This gym is for men only."

"Hi! My name is Angie and this is my girlfriend Jenny." Angie smiled broadly swaying her hips in an exaggerated motion as she approached the counter.

"We are working on project for school on the benefits physical fitness routines. We were just hoping we could interview and take a few pictures of some of your members to include in our final report to show long-term effects of diet and exercise." She said leaning on the counter exposing a prime view of her cleavage.

"Well, I don’t know…" the young man started.

"Oh, come on … Doug … is it?" Angie asked reading the young man’s nametag.

"Our paper is due tomorrow and we would be ever so grateful if you could help us out." She said putting on a pouty little frown. "Why, I just can’t tell you how grateful we would be … isn’t that right Jenny?"

Taking his cue, but feeling a bit queasy about the whole situation Jason said "Oh yes Doug, we would be ever so grateful."

"Well, aren’t you two a little old to be in high school?" Doug asked.

"We’re not in high school silly!" Jason chided, "We’re college girls."

"Oh, well, I don’t know. I … I … well, okay. There’s not too many guys here on Sunday mornings, just let me see if anyone cares." Doug said and headed down a short hall to what appeared to be the main workout room.

After he returned and told them that the men had consented, Angie smiled that smile that gave Jason a hard-on every time. Apparently it had a similar effect on Doug because he even escorted the two of them back and made introductions.

**********

Getting the pictures was far easier than either of them had dreamed. It was amazing how willing the men were to pose for the two of them allowing them to fill the memory stick in the camera in no time at all. And as a "bonus", they had the phone numbers of about 12 of the men they had met.

"Gross." Jason had commented later. "The way they were looking at us and ogling us, God, it was almost too much for me to stomach."

"My, my, my." Angie laughed, "How quickly you forget what you did as a man."

"I never!" Jason cried indignantly. "Well, almost never." He corrected.

"Well, anyway, let’s get down to business here. I want to see if we can pull this off. You did say this program contained image editing software didn’t you?"

**********

Giving Angie the den, Jason went and took another shower. He just felt … dirty … after being looked at that way. Plus he really wanted to wash the makeup and hairspray off.

Feeling refreshed again, this time dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, he plopped down beside Angie in the den.

"How’s it coming?" he asked.

"Pretty good actually. I’ve really gotten the hang of this software! Check it out!"

Jason looked on in awe of the image that was presented before. Angie had indeed "gotten the hang of" the program. She had taken all the photographs of the men at the gym and created a composite image.

The image of the man on the screen looked as though it had been taken directly from Greek Mythology. Tall, well muscled and quite handsome, the image was the best features of all their subjects.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"Wow … all I can say is wow!"

"So, are you ready to try it out?"

"I … I suppose."

"You suppose? What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t you want to become a man again?"

"Well of course, it’s just that … well, it’s just that …" he started to say, but Angie cut him off sharply before he could finish.

"It’s just what Jason? You turn yourself into some sort of freak screwing around with things you didn’t understand and now we have the means to at least undo some of the damage and you don’t know?

"You knew what this program did. You experimented with my cat, which by the way, I am extremely pissed at you about, so you knew what it was capable of. Yet you still turned yourself into a woman!

"What the hell were you thinking? Is it some kind of sick …" but it was Jason’s turn to cut her off.

"What the hell is wrong with me? I’ll tell you what the hell is wrong with me! I love you! That’s what’s wrong with me!

"Of course I knew what the program did! That’s why I tried it out on myself! I knew that if I could completely change my physical appearance and still be me inside, then I thought there would be hope for you!

"I saw a way of saving your life! Don’t you get it?" Jason shrilled.

The look on her face said all that needed to be said. It was obvious she hadn’t thought of why he had taken the risks he had.

"Oh Jason, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think! Oh, please forgive me, please! I love you so much!" she wailed.

Pulling her close Jason began stroking her long silky hair.

"Of course I forgive you. I just didn’t want to lose you and I almost did just that. Now, let’s see if this image will work so I can have a real penis again and fuck your brains out."

Laughing gently Angie replied "Amen to that."

**********

The now somewhat familiar sensation of warm air surrounded him again. Keeping his eyes open this time, the air seemed to get a little blurry then cleared immediately. And he knew the change was complete.

Looking down was much less of a shock this time. Dressed in only a pair of shorts, he looked upon his very muscular body. He could feel the powerful muscles ripple in his new arms, chest and legs as he flexed them independently.

Momentarily forgetting Angie was in the room, he looked up to meet her eyes. Her eyes, however, were focused a bit lower. "Take off your shorts baby." She almost purred.

Laughing out loud, Jason dropped his shorts and boxers in a single motion. A gasp escaped both their lips at the same time. "Wow!" Angie exclaimed "That guy looked like he was packin’, but who would have thought?"

**********

Lying in bed again, Angie was gently running her hand over Jason’s chest hair. "I think if I would have cum once more, it would have set some kind of world record" she sighed contentedly.

"Do I take it you want me to make this change permanent?" Jason asked.

"God yes!" she gushed.

"Yeah, me too." He said softly.

As they started down the stairs hand in hand – still naked – Angie suddenly became dizzy and lost her balance. Moving faster than he would have believed, Jason scooped her up and cradled her in his strong arms. She felt like a child to his new body.

Carrying her the remainder of the way to the office, Jason said, "Okay honey. Enough is enough. I’m going to make my change permanent, then it’s time to do something to make you better."

Looking into his eyes for a moment, she finally said in a hushed whisper "But I’m scared."

"So am I baby. Scared of losing you when I have a chance to do something to save you. I would never forgive myself and would certainly die of a broken heart."

"Will you still love me Jason?"

"Do you still love me despite all the changes?"

"You know I do! I have always loved you. No matter what you look like! I just couldn’t bear to have sex with you when you were a woman."

"Don’t I get to feel the same about you?"

"Of course, it’s just different for a woman. I … I can’t explain, you just wouldn’t understand."

"Then you’ll just have to let me prove it." He said setting her gently into the overstuffed chair in the corner of the den.

**********

They studied the software, meticulously looking for any hidden options they may not have noticed. During their examination, they discovered a setting that explained the scope of the reality changes and why only Jason seemed to remember a different reality.

The software defaulted to "Relative to Subject" under the "Scope" tab of the "Reality Settings". The other option they discovered was a distance setting. Deciding to test this option when making Jason’s change permanent, they set the distance to 20 feet in hopes that if Angie was nearby, she should remember reality as it was before the changes occurred.

"Are you ready?" Jason asked.

"As ready as I’ll ever be." Angie answered.

His palm wet with nervous sweat, Jason pressed the "Save" button.

Again he sensed the shift before he saw it. The epicenter did indeed appear to be the PC as the warm wave radiated out from the computer, engulfed him, then Angie before extending in ever growing circles.

The computer responded with the message "Image Saved". Pressing "OK", Jason turned to Angie and said "Well?"

"It’s okay honey. I remember."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Jason said "Good, because now it’s your turn."

**********

Sitting beside Angie holding her shaking hand gently, Jason said "Okay babe, let’s do it. We can always change you back."

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as I can be. We took several pictures of you, if we only morph one and save it, we should be able to change you back."

Glancing at the paper setting before her on the desk, she nodded "Okay, let’s do it before I change my mind."

Jason clicked the morph button and watched his wife change from the beautiful blue-eyed blonde she was into a stunning beauty with flaming red hair.

Blinking Angie said in a voice that had a slight higher timber "Is that it?"

"That’s the first part. We still have to make it permanent to see if our theory is sound."

"Just do it. I’m ready."

Jason clicked the save button. After the temporary disturbance had passed, they both looked at the paper sitting before them.

The letterhead that had once announced Angie’s Oncologist’s address had been replaced by that of their family doctor. The letter was still made out to Angie, but instead of describing the results of a malignant tumor, it now detailed the results of her most recent blood work giving her a clean bill of health.

Angie whooped aloud as Jason reread the letter in stunned silence. It had worked, his miracle had happened! He grabbed his lovely bride and kissed her long and passionately. After a moment, he picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

"Wow! We haven’t had this much sex since our honeymoon!" Angie gushed.

**********

"So, how was it?" Jason asked, "You seemed a little … a little distant."

"Well, it’s hard to describe." Angie said, "It’s kinda like having a pair of really great shoes that you wear every day and they are sooo comfortable you forget you have them on. Then one day, you see this really awesome pair of boots in the store window, so you buy them and wear them home.

"Well, the boots really look great, and don’t feel bad, they just feel different. Like I can’t quite be as comfortable as I was in that really great pair of shoes. You’ve been through this, do you understand?"

"A little, but this body is great! I love it and have never really felt uncomfortable. Maybe it’s different because you’re a woman."

"Maybe. But it’s like this body just doesn’t respond the same as my old one. Maybe it’ll just take getting used to."

"Maybe."

**********

Reality had changed very little. Jason had the same job as always, Angie’s volunteer work had continued and in this new reality, she had never left the daycare. They were both still in awe of everything and having sex more than ever!

Angie also discovered she had quite a finesse for using the WizardWare software! She was able to play around and make all sorts of unusual combinations of bodies from their ever-growing picture base.

After about a week, Angie finally decided the body she currently wore still didn’t feel right. Deciding it was the hormone level or something, she picked a picture of a rather young looking woman with curly brown hair and a mischievous smile.

Later that night while Jason relaxed while reading the newspaper, Angie changed her form to that of the pretty young body and saved the changes.

Jason felt the now somewhat familiar disturbance and jumped from his chair. Alarmed at first, he thought Freckles was back to his old tricks, but quickly calmed when he remembered the locking screen saver he had installed.

That left one possibility. Angie. With some concern because of comments she had been making all week about her new form, Jason headed toward the den. When he entered, an extremely tall young woman with a really nice ass stood looking out the window.

"Angie?" he asked with mild trepidation. "Is that you?"

"Hey lover!" she responded brightly. "It’s me alright! Wanna do the wild thing?"

Taken back a little by her response, he answered "Always!" and started toward the stairs.

"Not up there! Right here, in the chair … with the blinds open."

"Uh, are you sure about that? Someone might see us?"

"I know. That turns me on even more." She answered already half undressed.

**********

The next day, Jason climbed wearily out of the shower. They had had sex at least six times during the night – each time in a new and different position. As he stood facing the mirror shaving, he also thought about how much more aggressive she had become.

She was still Angie inside, but Angie with an edge. He wasn’t too sure if he liked how aggressive she now was, although he had learned a few new things last night! Smiling at himself in the mirror, he decided he could live with the change, at least for now.

That evening, Angie was waiting for him at the door dressed in only a smile! After making love on the entryway carpet, Angie rolled on top of Jason with her back to his face and started fondling his penis again.

"Man, not again so soon Ang, I don’t think I can take it!"

"Oh but honey! You have no idea how good this big dick of yours makes me feel!" she said rubbing her wet pussy up and down along his ridged abs.

"Okay, I’ll let you take a little break." She said suddenly with a smile in her voice as she stood. If Jason could have seen her face, he would have been worried at the now familiar twinkle that was in her eyes.

Jason changed into a comfortable shirt and pair of jeans before retiring to his favorite recliner in the living room. As he passed the den on the way, he noticed Angie sitting in front of the computer again.

"Good." He thought. "Maybe she’s changing herself into a girl that’s a little less sex-crazed."

Reading the paper, once again Jason felt the change in the air. Setting the paper aside, he stood to find what changes she had made now. "Odd, something doesn’t seem quite right, but I can’t put my finger on it." He thought passing the hall mirror.

Stopping to look at himself, he saw the same visage that had presented itself to him since making the change permanent. Shrugging off the feeling as being a result of the change to Angie, he continued toward the den.

Once again, Angie stood looking out the window, this time drawing the shades as he entered. Still wearing the face of the attractive young woman she had been wearing earlier, she turned toward Jason as he entered the office. "Well, what do you think?"

"About what?"

"About our most recent change silly." She teased.

"Our change?"

"You didn’t notice? Well shame on you." She laughed and started to undress.

It wasn’t until she began unbuttoning her pants that Jason realized what she had changed. He immediately unbuttoned his own pants to confirm his fears.

"Angie! What the hell did you do?" he nearly screamed looking at what until recently had been his body’s lower half that was now attached to her upper half, then confirming the change by looking at her body’s former lower half starting just below his waist line!

"Surprise!" she yelled and ran over to him penis flopping side to side.

"Okay Angie, joke’s over. Change us back."

"But lover! I just wanted you to know how good this big dick of yours makes me feel!" she stated stroking the slowly hardening organ.

"Fine, if you won’t change us back, I will." He said and stormed over to the computer.

As he launched the program, Angie only looked at him with a now tremendous hard-on in her petite hand and twinkle in her eye. Jason was immediately greeted with a password prompt.

"Password? You password protected it?" he asked annoyed. "Tell me the password Angie. Tell me now."

"Not until you let me show you just how good you make me feel." She responded stubbornly.

**********

First yelling, eventually asking and finally begging her, Jason realized she wasn’t going to give in.

"Okay, if I let you stick that thing in me, do you promise you’ll change us back?" he asked. Then after a brief pause "And change to a different body?"

"Baby, after I’m done with you if you still want me to change, I’ll let you decided who to change me to." She responded smiling.

"Fine, let’s get this done." He sighed unfastening the tight designer jeans he now wore, "But it has to be in the bedroom where I'm at least lying on a bed!" he fumed.

Lying on the bed, they began gently kissing each other, then more passionately. He realized that he really didn't feel that different. The soft smell of her skin, the stiff hardness of her nipples poking into his chest, all felt the same.

The major difference he did notice was the hardness of his former penis trapped between them. While he was used to feeling the hardness pressed against his stomach, it had always been attached to him! As they kissed, he felt a different sort of need for release centered much lower.

He had to stop twice when things got too weird for him, but the drive, the need, kept growing as Angie kissed him and moved her hand lower to stroke his now stimulated clitoris.

Within moments of her attentions, Jason felt as if he were going out of his mind with passion! Never had he felt so aroused in his life! The need seemed to consume his very being! Angie kept caressing his vagina, making him extremely wet, but he was beyond caring now.

"Okay," he gasped "I want you now!"

"Are you sure you don't want me to get you little more prepared?" Angie taunted.

"NO! NOW!" he yelled pulling her toward him grasping his former penis and pointing it toward his waiting warmth.

Slowly at first, Angie pushed the enormous cock into Jason's waiting pussy. Overloaded on new sensations, Jason moaned loudly pushing his hips up to meet hers attempting to push more of the wonderful hardness deep inside him.

The slow rhythm eventually increased with both Angie and Jason gasping moaning and crying out in pleasure until finally both lay beside each other breathing heavily basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.

Eventually, Angie sat up. "What are you doing?" Jason asked still lying on the bed feeling the warm seed trickle down his inner thigh.

"To change us back, just like I promised."

"Not yet." Jason said quietly reaching over to Angie's soft penis and began stroking it.

"Told ya." Angie quipped lying down to better enjoy the attention she was now receiving.

**********

The next several days were very interesting and filled with more sex than either would have thought possible to fit into a 24-hour day. After their last experimentation, they had drawn the conclusion that the body does indeed affect the mind.

Angie's new body made her more aggressive, outgoing and super-charged for sex. When she had traded parts with her husband, this behavior seemed to have carried over for him as well!

What puzzled him was his first transition. He had grown very excited upon seeing his naked image in the mirror, but hadn't once felt any desire to be with a man. But when Angie traded his masculine parts for feminine ones, he found he had little to no interest in women. Putting if off as not having spent enough time in the first body, he didn't think more about it -- until later.

As Angie experimented with the software, Jason went to work with all sorts of different looks. One day, he went with Angie's hands, groin and breasts. On another, he had his head, her torso and his lower extremities. And the best part about all the experimenting was -- no one ever noticed! Both agreed that the reality changes were the most powerful function of the software.

Angie also continued to experiment on herself trying to find the perfect form, but she continued to tell Jason that nothing "felt quite right".

It was always interesting to come home from work because she usually wore a different form every day. It was a continuous smorgasbord of beautiful women that Jason continuously had the opportunity to have great sex with! Well, usually great. It seemed that in some of her incarnations, Angie was sometimes more and sometimes less attracted to him or at least interested in sex. A difference she noticed as well.

"It's just that sometimes after I change, I'm on fire and can't even wait for you to get home before I have to start taking matters into my own hands, so to speak. Then other times, I have minimal interest at all, almost to the point where I can't get aroused at all."

"Do you remember that really petite form I took last week? The one with the platinum blonde hair?"

Jason nodded his agreement.

"Well, I hate to admit this honey, but I faked that night just so we could be done. I hated that form." Angie admitted

"Well, we have all the time in the world now. Just keep trying different shapes until you find one that 'fits'." Jason told her unwittingly prophesizing events.

"I know, it would just be nice to feel the same every day and be comfortable in a single form."

**********

Somewhere about a month had passed since buying the camera when Jason came home to find Angie lying on the couch watching television in her most recent choice of bodies. As he approached the couch from the behind, he leaned over the back to kiss his wife … and paused.

Lying on the couch was his wife … in the form of the raven-haired beauty that Jason had first chosen to experiment with. "Hi baby." Jason told her kissing her fully on the lips feeling the crotch of his pants begin to tighten. "Nice choice."

"You know Jason, I don’t know why, but I feel really comfortable in this body. More than I have in any of the others." She replied stretching her arms above her head causing her pert breasts to push against the tight fabric of her shirt.

Having never told her that he had worn that particular form, Jason merely stated he was glad and kissed her again. Later that evening, Jason sat watching a risqué cable show about women strippers. He enjoyed the series and tried to watch it whenever it was on. Angie, however, never appreciated it.

As he heard her enter the room, he politely changed the channel to something less exotic. Having seen what was on, Angie said "That’s okay honey, you don’t have to change it tonight."

"Are you sure?" Jason asked to make sure he wasn’t being set up for a later argument.

"Promise." She replied sitting down next to him on the couch.

Jason immediately changed the channel back to finish watching the show. As the program progressed, Jason felt the rock hardness of his manhood pressing against his pants. Looking over at Angie, he was shocked!

He had been so intent on the program, he hadn’t noticed that she had removed her bra, unbuttoned her pants and was caressing her own breast with one hand while exploring her feminine side with the other -- all while intently watching the buxom young girls on television!

"Angie! What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked shocked.

"I … I just can’t seem to help myself! I see these girls on TV and … and …" she trailed off.

"And what?" Jason asked.

"And I want to make wild and passionate love to you!" she said in an attempt to cover her indiscretions as she nearly leapt into his lap.

"Oh … well, I don’t buy that, but I’ll take you up on your offer!" Jason replied as he kissed his wife firmly on the lips.

After just a moment, Angie pulled away from his kiss. "What’s wrong?" Jason asked panting.

"I don’t know. When I was kissing you just now, it was almost like kissing my brother! It was just kinda grossin’ me out." She said softly.

"I don’t understand." Jason said his hurt feelings obvious in his voice.

"Well, I think this body doesn’t like boys. I think I can only get turned on by girl and after watching that show, turned on is exactly what I am!"

Taken aback by her confession Jason sat for a minute then "What can I do Angie? I can give you head or something if you like then you can change to someone else." He offered.

"No, that’s okay. No offense, but the thought of you – sorry, the thought of any man touching me kind of gives me the creeps. I’m just going to change forms – it’s a shame, because I really like this body."

"Yeah, me too."

As she headed off toward the den, Jason laid back, closed his eyes and thought. "Well, I guess that answers why I got so turned on by looking at myself that night." No sooner had he thought this then the now familiar disturbance in the air flowed over him signaling Angie had made her change permanent.

Hearing her footsteps enter the room, he sat up to see what form she now wore. As he sat up, he noticed two things immediately. First, Angie looked exactly the same as she had when she left the room – except she now wore a big smile on her face. Second when she had left the room, he hadn’t been wearing a halter-top over two very large breasts.

"Angie! What did you do?"

"Oh come on honey! You know it’s every man’s fantasy to watch two girls making out! I just did you one better and made you a participant!"

Pulling a lock of his new hair into view, he confirmed his suspicion. "You turned me into your twin didn’t you?"

"Yes dear I did, but my goodness; aren’t you beautiful!" she said sitting down next to her feminized husband.

Pulling her shirt off, Angie revealed the two spectacular breasts Jason had witnessed in the mirror on a night that now seemed so long ago. Not stopping with the shirt, soon Angie sat naked next to him on the couch.

He had to admit, even though he was still pretty pissed she had changed him again without his consent, she looked pretty damn sexy and his body was definitely reacting.

"Oh, what the hell." He said peeling his own clothes off and lunging for his beautiful wife.

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Hearing what he thought was sounded like crying, Jason slowly came awake. Abruptly sitting up, he realized by the angle of the sun pouring through the bedroom windows that he was late for work.

He also realized that he still had enormous breasts and a neatly trimmed rectangle of pubic hair sitting above his vagina. "Damn." He swore quietly "She was supposed to change me back before work!"

Heading toward the den, he definitely heard Angie crying. Picking up his pace he hurried toward his wife. "Honey, what’s wrong?" he asked extremely concerned.

Her eyes puffy from crying Angie blurted out "Oh Jason! I’m so sorry! I’m so, so sorry!"

"For what honey? I’ll just be a little late today, it’s no big deal, I work plenty of extra time, and no one will say a word."

"It’s not that," she wailed launching into a fresh set of tears "I can’t change you back!".

"Wh …. what? What do you mean? We made backup copies of my image. I don’t understand." He said his mind racing through the possibilities of what could possibly have happened to cause her to think the process was irreversible.

"No! Just look!" She said indicating the computer monitor.

After positioning himself to see better, Jason read the message on the screen. "Your 30 day trial offer has expired. Please contact your local WizardWare dealer to purchase a licensed copy."

Unfortunately the message offered neither a URL to access via the web nor a phone number. Beginning to panic, Jason said "Well, we can just search the net for this WizardWare and purchase a copy. It doesn’t really matter how much it costs – the price is worth it."

"That’s just it!" Angie continued, tears rolling down her face "I have been searching the web, there is no WizardWare."

**********

Standing on the sidewalk watching the cars pass on the busy street, Jason stood waiting for Angie to arrive. Squinting over the top of his sunglasses, he finally spotted her and watched as she approached. He waved.

"God she’s hot." He thought to himself. "She makes my nipples hard just looking at her."

When Angie finally stood beside him outside the small shop, she asked for what seemed the hundredth time "So you’re sure about this?"

"I really don’t see any use in holding on to it any longer. We’ve tried everything we could think of. Reloading the software didn’t work, ditto for loading it on a new PC. The private investigator was never able to track down this damned WizardWare…" he said letting his sentence hang in the air.

"I know, but it just makes me so sad."

"You know, I was thinking about this again today. I’m not sad anymore; I’m just going to move forward. The one thing I keep forgetting in my self-pity is that I have you! You are cancer-free and we have the rest of our lives together."

"And," he added after a short pause "you make me incredibly horny every time I even look at you."

"Back at ya baby!" Angie replied enthusiastically.

"Well, lets do this before I change my mind." He said as they entered the pawnshop hand-in-hand.

Meanwhile peals of laughter could be heard outside the door of an interesting little shop currently replacing the Gap store next to Gadzooks at the West Oaks mall in Houston, Texas.

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