A Virtual Vacation Coupon

by Xyzzy

 

As a kid, I used to race for the mailbox. I don't know what I expected to find, but each day brought a renewed belief that maybe today; the mail would bring excitement and adventure. It never did!

Once again I'm headed for the mailbox, but at 31 and out of shape it's a more leisurely stroll. Instead of zeal, I've begun to actively dislike the mailbox. Perhaps that's why I now wait until the morning to retrieve yesterday's mail. Is that irrational?

"God I'm talking to myself! I hope I didn't say that out loud. Surely, just once, a stuffed mailbox would contain something I actually want!?"

... phone bill

... 4 million coupons for things I don't want or need

... Grand Opening... blah blah blah...

... You may already be a Winner! ... I don't think so Ed.

... water & sewer bill

... Vote William Blix for Mayor... like I even know who this guy is.

... Free 7-Day Fantasy Vacation for two... Yeah right, listen to hard sell multilevel marketing pitches for 3 days... wait a sec!

"A week!?"

"Ok you sucked me in enough to open the envelope. Let's see how deeply the hook is buried in the fine print."

Instead of several pages of tiny print and obtuse legal babble, there was a single high quality page with clear legible text and a beige heavy weight coupon with gold lettering that seemed to almost hover above the surface. "Impressive! I wonder how they did that?"

 

"Dear Richard,

Please accept this complimentary Virtual Vacation Coupon for two. With today's time demands, it can be prohibitively expensive or even impossible to get away for the kind of rest and recovery we all need from time to time. That's why we developed the virtual vacation. The virtual vacation takes no real time from your busy life while simultaneously allowing you to experience a full and complete vacation. The virtual interlude is real in every sense except that at the end you resume your daily life at the same moment you left. Just like a real vacation, you remember and reminisce, but no time has passed and no one even knows you were gone, except the party or parties that accompany you.

Since this is virtual, the destination is irrelevant. So too, the way in which you and your party manifest yourselves, within fairly generous limits. In short, you can go anywhere and be anyone during your stay.

To use a Virtual Vacation Coupon, all parties must read this letter, then each places a finger on one of the finger print symbols shown on the coupon. A moment later the coupon will disappear and your vacation will have started. The initial virtual environment and physical personas are a duplicate of the moment, i.e. no effective change. Despite appearances, you are now in a virtual environment. You live and interact with it exactly like the real thing. This environment can be adjusted as designated by the coupon type.

The enclosed coupon type is a Majority Accompaniment Type 1 or MAT1. A MAT coupon means that the virtual environment can be altered by a majority agreement of all parties accompanying you, the coupon owner, on your virtual vacation. The 1 designates the required accompanying party size; one in this case.

Relax, have fun, and remember; it's virtual! Nothing is real except the memories.

The Virtual Group -- a subsidiary of Fantasy Unlimited"

 

"Weird!"

There was no return address on the envelope. The cancellation mark on the stamp was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Holding the letter up to the light showed a faint watermark that appeared to be a paper lot number or something ... "999" .

"Well this is certainly the most unusual mail I've received in a long time. Someone went to a lot of trouble for this gag. It almost has to be someone from work because I have virtually no social life. Ha, that's funny, ...virtually..."

Tossing the rest of the junk mail on the table, I slipped the strange envelope in my suit coat and headed for work.

The morning passed in a mindless swirl of petty activities and office chitchat. When the pace slackened, I glanced at my watch and was mildly surprised to see that it was time for lunch. Heading down the hall brought a chance encounter with Christine. Christine was always a delight. A tall leggy blonde who was smart friendly and gorgeous. She was way out of my league, but I always enjoyed her company even if it was just a few moments here and there at work. Like always, she was impeccably dressed and wearing heels that further emphasized her long legs. For the first time that I could recall, Christine was not her bright bubbly self today.

"Hi Christine, I'm headed out to lunch. Care to join me?"

This was a little game we played. Christine would almost always give a friendly smile and sometimes a lighthearted flirt but usually we went our separate ways. Although a couple of times Christine did join me for a quick run to McDonalds. Not exactly a candle light dinner, but you take what you can get.

"Oh, hi Rick. I'd like that. Can you take a little more time than usual? I really need a break today. How about LeStrad's? You drive, I'll get my purse."

"Sure! I'll bring the car around to the front."

Heading for the car, I was whirling from the unexpected, but delightful, response. "Whoa, LeStrad's! The power lunch of power lunches. I've never had the guts to go there alone, nor the cash for that matter. Oh well, there's always plastic."

As I pulled up to the front, Christine was waiting at the curb. Breathing as casually as I could while my pulse raced, I watched as Christine slipped into the passenger seat. "I thought you were unflappable, so what has you flapped", I asked.

"Nothing unusual, I just seem to be off my stride today."

With that verbal deflection, she leaned back with a soft sigh and half closed her eyes. We rode in quiet companionship for the ten minutes it took to get to the restaurant. I wasn't sure exactly what to expect at LeStrad's since I'd never been there. The interior had a reserved and tasteful hunting decor, rather like something you'd expect at a royal British estate. The maitre d' smiled briefly at Christine as we approached, followed by a hint of a frown in my direction, and a lifted eyebrow back at Christine. Oddly he just said, "this way please", and immediately escorted us past a small waiting crowd to a table in back.

I was doing a pretty good job of fitting in. I barely stumbled when I was seated. I'd seated dates before, but this was the first time I was the recipient of being seated. Unfortunately my fragile confidence broke when I opened the menu. I was fully prepared for the most expensive lunch of my life, but I was not prepared for this.

"Can I see your menu when you're done with it? Mine's defective, it doesn't have any prices."

Christine broke into the most magnificent smile at this. "Your menu is fine. LeStrad's feels that prices sway you from selecting what you want. Some people will pick more expensive items thinking that expense equates to quality, others will select something they don't truly want to pinch pennies and are unhappy with their dining. It's really not that bad, although it's not cheap, would you like to go somewhere else?"

"No, this is good. I'd probably just blow it on frivolous stuff like mortgage payments anyway." So much for my James Bond imitation.

At this point the waiter arrived, placed a tall thin goblet of red wine in front of Christine and asked me what I would like to drink. "Iced Tea, unsweetened.".

"I don't mean to pry into your personal life, but it's pretty obvious that you are extremely well known here. That's ok and all, I didn't mean to ..." This is when I realized that Christine was grinning with delight.

"I hope you'll forgive me, but I couldn't resist. Please keep this in confidence. LeStrad's is a family owned restaurant and I've known the family all my life, or I should say they've known me. It's my family. The maitre d' we met coming in is my Uncle, and the waiter is a second cousin. For me, this isn't a power lunch location. I never do business here. This is where I retreat to for comfort, and I only bring friends."

"Wow, I don't know what to say." Fortunately the return of the waiter saved me. After setting my glass of tea on the table he asked Christine if she was ready to order.

"Surprise me Bobby", she said and handed back the menu before looking at me. "I highly recommend the surprise, and it's rarely fatal".

"Ok, I'll try the surprise too." With that, Bobby whisked the menus away.

"So, what's going on? Not that I'm not thrilled, but why all this, and why today?"

"Work just got to me today. Normally I can deflect the harassment but today it got through. I don't know whether it was truly different today or I just wasn't on my game. I think maybe I need a vacation and this is the closest I can get to instant escape."

"What do you mean harassment? The company has a strong history and a written policy to eliminate harassment, sexual or otherwise."

"It's nothing. Just the normal stuff. You know; brushing up against me, pointing out something on the screen by leaning in so close that their breath is in my ear and on my neck, and a myriad other little intrusions."

"That's outrageous! That kind of thing isn't tolerated in this day and age. You should go directly to the Vice President with this!"

"The reason I was upset was not that it happened, it was that I let it get through. It goes on all the time. Ask virtually any woman and she'll tell you the same thing. The reason you're unaware of it is that as a guy, you're not on the receiving end and as a gentleman you don't dish it out. As for reporting it; let's just say that the VP would not be a good choice. Enough of this, what's new and Earth shaking in your life lately?"

I was a child that had just been told that Santa Claus was a thief and the Easter Bunny was rabid as I struggled for lighter conversation. "My life is pretty staid mostly. But today was different! Today I met a smart beautiful woman who invited me to lunch and shared a bit of her fascinating and mysterious life."

"Why thank you! I'm pleased you could join me on this vacation lunch. I only wish it could last longer."

This last comment finally reminded me of the strange mailing I'd received. "Speaking of instant vacations", I reached into my suit coat pocket and handed the envelope to Christine. "Look at this bizarre mail."

It was interesting watching Christine examine the mailing. Her expression started with a polite but neutral look that slowly changed to a puzzled frown only to morph into a smile of delight.

"So who sent you this? What's the story behind it? I'm dying to hear."

"I wish I knew. You now know as much as I do. It just showed up in my mail box. I have no idea what the gag is."

Smiling mischievously, she asked me who I was going to take on my virtual vacation. Ok I can play along.

"I was planning on taking the Swedish Bikini Team but I can only bring one person and they don't want to be split up. Let me think... who might like an instant vacation... maybe you? How about it? Would you like a week long fantasy vacation with me?" Christine's only response was to place the coupon down on the table between us. She put her finger on one print symbol and motioned for me to take the other. When I put my own finger in place, I looked up into her sparkling blue eyes. Glancing back down at our hands not quite touching on the table... wait! ... the table? The coupon was gone!

"I didn't know your were a magician Richard. I know magicians secrets and all that, but how did you do it? That was really impressive."

"I didn't do anything! I swear I don't know what happened."

"Ok, keep your secrets", she said. "Clearly I'm not the only one with mysteries to plumb."

Before I could plead my innocence once again, Bobby returned. Christine received a plate of what appeared to be chicken in a white sauce dotted with specks of seasoning. I got beef medallions in a tangy peppercorn sauce.

"This looks fabulous, but I thought white wine was for chicken, you have red."

"I grew up drinking wine in this family. While I can do the pompous wine snob routine, I've learned the true secret of wine after decades of drinking it. The secret is very simple. Drink what you like, nothing else matters."

Most of lunch passed with a series of innocent pleasantries, weather observations, and such until Christine came back to the subject of the coupon. "So, tell me what you would like to do on your, or rather our, fantasy vacation? A week allows for a lot of activities. Spin a tale for me."

"Oh let me see. I see us relaxing after meal service on the upper deck of a 747. First class of course. We're on the final leg of a flight that will eventually have us driving to a little villa in French wine country. You're sitting on the inside window seat and I'm in the isle seat. Of course I'm a little taller and wearing an Armani suit that goes really well with the athletic build that exists in my minds eye but is never reflected in my mirrors. You're wearing a short yellow dress with yellow high heels."

Christine considered this and said, "Not a bad start, but I'd change some details."

"First of all, blondes don't wear yellow dresses. For a long flight, I'm wearing comfortable tennis shoes with short white socks, black shorts, and a white sleeveless blouse. You're wearing a burgundy short sleeve shirt, safari shorts, and light hiking boots. You can be taller if you like, but that's not something that concerns me. How much taller do you want to be?"

"Well as long as we're fantasizing, I think maybe four inches taller. I'd like to experience being the tall guy. While we're at it, I think we should both speak the local language fluently. "

"Well I don't think of you that way but let me see if I can picture this."

As Christine closed her eyes and cocked her head in thought, the air conditioning unit in the restaurant began making more and more noise until it was a dull roar. This was accompanied by a swirl of dizziness that caused me to close my eyes.

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"Sorry to disturb you, but I need to take your trays. We'll be starting our descent in about 15 minutes. At that time you'll need to bring your seats to a full upright position."

Opening my eyes, I was disoriented and feeling a little fuzzy. As the fuzziness faded I realized that I was semi-reclined staring at knobs and buttons on a ceiling that was only an arms reach overhead. Finally clarity settled in. I was onboard a jet! Looking around in a panic, I spotted Christine stretched out next to me.

"Christine!", I hissed while patting her hand. "Christine, wake up!" Again I watched Christine's so very expressive face go through a rapid series of half asleep, to confused, to panic, to wide eyed wonder, rapidly settling into delight.

"My God, it worked! It really worked!", she whispered.

"What are you talking about? What's going on? Where are we? How did we get here?"

Christine ignored me while she looked around and touched and stroked everything within reach. "This is amazing. I can't tell the difference. Everything is so real!" Pulling out the information card from the seat pocket she held it up. "Don't you see? We're in first class seating, on a 747. I'm in tennis shoes, shorts and blouse. You're in cutoffs and are wearing hiking boots. This is the virtual vacation; it's real! Or virtual, or whatever. It's exactly what I visualized."

"That's impossible! I don't know how we got here or who dressed us in these clothes but there is no such thing as a virtual vacation."

Giving me a smug smile of confidence, Christine declared enigmatically that it would be self evident in short order, then chuckled to herself. I still didn't know what was going on, but the calls of nature are oblivious to other concerns . Unbuckling my seat belt so I could make a bathroom call while I had the opportunity, I stood up and promptly slammed my head into the ceiling. Amid the quickly stifled snickers, I rubbed my head wondering what kind of plane had ceilings this low. A short little flight attendant inquired if I was ok and warned me to be careful as the ceiling in this area was only 6'3". Mumbling acknowledgement, I took care of business and returned to my seat.

"Are you convinced now", Christine asked, "or does your crazed kidnapper theory extend to making you four inches taller as well as first class accommodations?"

"How do we get back? What about work?"

"Remember what the letter said? No time will pass. No one will miss us. Work will wait. We have an entire week to relax and have fun."

Opening up her purse, Christine searched briefly and extracted a passport. Wondering about that myself; I stood up, carefully this time, opened the overhead storage and pulled my own passport from my jacket pocket. Now how did I know where to look? It just came naturally, as if I'd put it there. Sure enough, it was my picture, my name, and it said I was 6' 3". Since I was supposed to be 5' 11 1/4", this would be about right if I had grown four inches.

The cabin announcement dinged and we were asked to prepare for landing. After a perfectly normal landing I helped Christine retrieve her carry-on and banged my head once more exiting the plane. We joined the crowd working its way through customs, although I had a birds eye view as most everyone else was significantly shorter than I was. Upon clearing customs there was a man standing with a placard reading:

"Richard & Christine".

When we approached him, he handed me a manila envelope, a set of keys and walked away. The keys said BMW, the envelope had a card designating a parking lot location and a map marked with a route into the French country side. We had to ask directions a couple of times before finding the car. A white BMW convertible.

I loaded our bags into the trunk, and Christine lounged in the passenger seat with the map. I banged my knees getting into the driver side and struggled to adjust the seat as far back as it would slide. At full seat extension, I could drive but I felt like I was hunched into a go-kart. "I guess there are some disadvantages to being tall that I hadn't considered. This is going to be a little awkward."

"Maybe not. It stands to reason that if you can be taller, then it should be reversible. Let's try a modification." With that Christine closed her eyes and cocked her head upward in thought and what looked like a smirk. I too closed my eyes a moment later when I suddenly felt dizzy. Opening them when the dizziness passed, I noticed had plenty of leg room and found a comfortable position after sliding the seat back forward.

"Sort of disconcerting, but certainly convenient." Readjusting the mirrors again, I started the car and we headed out.

The map directions and Christine's navigation were excellent. We'd been driving for a little less than two hours when we decided to make a minor detour into a nearby town for a rest break and a snack. After parking, I ran around to help Christine from the car. She smiled, took my offered hand and stood up. She was nose to nose with me! I looked down to see if she had somehow switched to heels but she had the same tennis shoes as earlier.

"Are you taller?"

"No silly", she said as gave me a quick little kiss. "I'm the same height. Did you forget already? You were squeezed into the car like a circus clown so we made an adjustment to make you more comfortable."

"Yeah I remember, being tall wasn't as cool as I thought it would be. But I thought we were about the same height at work, but you were always in heels there. You should be several inches shorter."

"I told you before that tall wasn't an attraction for me . You know, you have beautiful eyes."

"Uh... thank you." I wasn't sure how to respond. A guy telling a woman she had beautiful eyes was cliche' . I'd often wondered what a woman thought about such an obvious line. But I'd never had a woman say that to me before. I found that I was confused and pleased. I liked it!

Christine took my hand and tugged me toward the cafe.

I'd always heard that the French were rude, but the people here were very pleasant and welcoming. While we waited for our food, I had a chance to recover my mental balance. "Wait a minute, I'm still confused. I mean I realize and accept that this is all part of the virtual vacation no matter how absolutely real it seems. That we can make changes in this virtual world is undeniable. I wanted to be four inches taller and I ended up a little over 6'3" to my painful regret. Then we made another height change because little cars and tall guys are a bad match. But I expected to be my usual 5'11". Judging from being eye to eye with you I seem to be about 5'9". Is this virtual whatever not working right? You don't seem concerned."

"I'm sorry, I thought it was obvious. The coupon said a majority agreement of all parties accompanying you. I'm the only party accompanying you, so I am a majority all by myself. Remember our clothes. You suggested a suit and a dress, I wanted casual. The changes reflect my visualizations, not yours. As for your height, dressed as we are, we stand eye to eye just like at work. Without your thick soled hiking boots, you're about a 1/2 inch shorter than me which puts you near 5'7". You really do have lovely eyes."

I was stunned at the implications. Here I was on the most fantastic fantasy vacation ever, with a companion to die for, and she has control of me for the next week. I didn't know whether to cream my jeans or run screaming in panic. "But what are the limitations? Is it just minor height changes? Can more significant changes be made?"

As the waitress placed our food on the table, Christine smiled dreamily and said, "we have a while to find out."

After eating, Christine excused herself and went to freshen up. There was only one little unisex restroom in the cafe but fortunately it locked for privacy. "That was a good question Richard had. What are the limits?" Christine was more nervous than she let on, but maintaining her air of confidence was so ingrained that she would never admit it to anyone. Looking at herself in the mirror she decided to try some experiments. Christine imagined herself as a Redhead and willed it to be so. There in the mirror was a fiery redheaded Christine. Pleased, she then willed herself to be 6'1" and with only a momentary dizziness she was a redheaded Amazonian beauty with rather large breasts straining for release.

"Hmmm... I need to keep my mental images under control. I hadn't planned the instant breast augmentation but I think I sort of visualized it that way." Checking her watch, she decided she still had a little time. I wonder... Christine concentrated and rose up on her toes to accommodate the heels that replaced the tennis shoes. She was also more conscious of the air temperature since the heels were now the only pieces of clothing she wore. Checking herself she confirmed that yes, she was a natural redhead everywhere. Now she paused to work up her nerve. Taking several deep breaths, Christine again concentrated on a change. Another brief dizziness and Christine looked down to see that she now had a man's penis and balls. "Oh my." Gingerly she reached down and took it in her hand, where upon it began growing and hardening and feeling so....

"Knock...knock...knock! Are you alright in there?"

It was Richard. "Just... just a minute!"

"This better work she thought as she concentrated". A swirl of dizziness brought relief. She was back to her old self and fully dressed once more. "Next", she said opening the door and breezing past Richard. While Richard washed up, Christine's thoughts were whirring. "Yes, this definitely has potential".

Distracted thinking, Christine was startled when a swarthy Frenchman came up, took her hand and kissed it. Continuing to hold her hand, he announced that he was pleased to meet her and that he was Claude.

"Excuse me, but can I have my hand back?" Instead of releasing it, Claude used his other hand to stroke the back of the one he held.

"It is such a lovely hand. It matches a lovely lady. Please, allow me to show you our town."

Richard returned to see Christine holding hands with some guy. As he got to the table their hands parted and Christine quickly rose to her feet. "We need to be on out way, ready Richard?"

At the car, Christine said that she'd like to drive so Richard slid into the passenger seat. Back on the road, Richard asked what that was all about.

"Oh, just another jerk whose vocabulary doesn't include "no" coming on to me."

"It looked to me like you were an equal participant", Richard growled.

"Well I wasn't! You have no idea how often things like that happen to women. We deal with it at work, socially, and even on vacation."

"OK, OK, If you say so." Yawning, Richard shifted around and closed his eyes.

"Damn, he doesn't believe it", Christine thought. "It's a shame he can't see it happen for himself, I can't help it if... oh!"

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Richard swam slowly back toward consciousness from his unusually deep sleep. Little pieces of reality began to insert themselves into his awareness. The car was no longer moving, and there were voices.

"... no it was a pleasant drive. Give us a few minutes alone and I'll wake her. She can be testy at first, if you know what I mean. I'm sure Rikki would like to be fully awake for a tour of the villa."

Richard's brain was beginning grab pieces. "... Rikki? Rikki's asleep?" Someone was patting his hand. Opening his eyes and blinking several times brought a man's face into focus. The face seemed vaguely familiar but he was having trouble placing it.

"Rikki... wake up... we're here. It's Chris remember? We're on vacation together. ... Come on, time to wake up."

A blond Adonis was smiling down at him. The resemblance finally clicked. If Christine had a fraternal twin, this is what he might look like.

"While you were sleeping, I took the opportunity to change. How do I look?" Whereupon he cupped both hands outward in a classic feminine pose.

I stared in sudden understanding that this was Christine standing before me, who then winked and blew me a kiss. Opening the car door, he took my hand in a firm grip and practically lifted me out of the car. This is when I realized how big he was. No wait; it wasn't Christine turned Chris that was particularly big, it was me! With this, the last of the mental cobwebs blew away and clarity rang. I was up on my toes but was not noticeably taller than before. If anything I stood a little shorter. Looking down explained why I was on my toes, I was wearing very high heeled pumps, and they were canary yellow to boot! At least the shoe tips were yellow. That's all I could see past the up close and personal cleavage that partially blocked my view.

"I remembered that you had suggested a yellow dress originally. I hope you like it, it's striking with the red hair. I wouldn't ever have considered that combination myself, but you pull it off extremely well. You're really quite lovely. Come on Rikki, shake the sleep out. We're going to receive a tour of the villa."

"What did you do to me, and why do you keep calling me Rikki?"

"I told you, I changed while you were napping. I'm Chris now because Christine would be confusing to others. For the same reason you can't go by Richard, so I figured Rikki would work. Would you prefer Dick?"

"No I never cared for Dick... what are your snorting at? Never mind the name, I'm not a woman, and I don't know how to be a woman. I'm not gay, I like women not men. I want to be straightened out!"

Christine, or rather Chris, smiled down and looked into my eyes momentarily before looking a little lower. Bringing my hand up to his lips, he gently kissed the back of it.

"You're so cute when you're angry. I guess it's true what the say about redheads and fiery tempers, but you must still be confused from your nap. You most certainly are a woman. If you don't believe me, feel free to solicit as many other opinions as you'd like. As far as how to be a woman, there is no "how". Women aren't a different species, you are still you and most everything works exactly the same. The physical differences are trivial. The biggest changes are social, and this is an opportunity to gain insight into those differences for both of us. Lastly, I know you're not gay. Show some adventure, take it like a man. Maybe a little later we can see about "straightening you out" as you put it. Now let's go see the place."

I obviously didn't have much choice. Squaring my shoulders back, I stepped forward only to have my left heel slide out from under me. I found myself falling and squeaked in panic only to be arrested in mid fall by Christine who gently set me back on my feet. I looked up at Christine with a mixture of annoyance, embarrassment, and gratitude. Christine only shrugged in response. Once more, I took a deep breadth and squared my shoulders back. This time I was careful to take a shorter step that allowed the ball of my foot to contact the ground about the same time as these heels. Christine held her arm out for me to take. I thought about snubbing the offer, but damn it, I needed the stability, at least while in this gravel drive.

I watched Rik mentally prepare to move forthrightly onward This was enlightening from my current perspective. I know from past experience that the body language intent was to say, "I'm ready for you world... bring it on". However, what I saw was a cute little woman jutting her bouncy breasts out. Another thing that was interesting; when Rik started to fall, I was able to easily catch her. I'm no bigger that Rik originally was but the raw strength over what I'm used to is amazing.

I held my arm out for Rik to take; for a moment I was afraid he was still too angry with me. Together we went up the drive to the front door. An older couple met us at the door and identified themselves as Millie and Victor, the resident caretakers. As villas go, this one wasn't breathtaking, but it was nice. The foyer was small and floored in an Italian tile. This was brought to my attention by another of the little differences this adventure is bringing. I found that each slow stride I made across the foyer was accompanied by two rapid tick-tack tick-tacks of Rikki's heels. Were our status's normal, I doubt that I would have noticed. A casual but quick tour of the downstairs included a billiard room, library, dining room, kitchen, powder room, and the door to the caretakers' quarters. Outside the back was a large patio, a moderate size pool, and a sunken hot tub.

We were greeted by the caretakers and shown the lower level at a breakneck pace. It was all I could do to keep up without breaking into a run. Finally we paused before the stairs to the upper level. Christine, or Chris... I have to work on that, motioned for me to go up first. When I wobbled on the first step, Christine...Chris was right there to steady me. Embarrassed again, I took hold of the railing and moved up carefully. The upstairs consisted of a sitting room, three bedrooms, and a single but large and well appointed bath. We were told that our things had arrived earlier and that they had been put away in our respective rooms. Chris had the Pine Room, I had the Rose Room, and the Lilac Room was vacant. Millie and Victor informed us that there was a selection of snacks in the kitchen if we got hungry before breakfast, and that if we'd excuse them, they were retiring for the evening. With that we were left standing alone in the upstairs hall.

I looked at Chris and asked, "What did they mean by our things had arrived? What things, did you do this?"

"I was wondering that myself. It's not anything I did. Let's find out."

Chris took my hand and we entered the Pine Room. It was a fair sized bedroom in a hunter-green motif with large furniture in a heavy masculine style. The armoire was filled with a nice selection of men's clothing in a size that seemed to be a match for Chris. There was even a selection of shoes that included dress, tennis, boating, walking, and even riding boots. The dresser was stocked with underwear, both briefs and boxers, socks, and several swimming trunks. A selection of pajamas ranged from paisley cotton to black silk. Picking up a pair of boxers with red hearts on them, I twirled them in front of Chris. "I can't wait to see you in these", I giggled.

"Oh you're a funny girl! Let's go see your room."

The Rose Room was of a similar size, but with pale rose colored walls. The furnishing were lighter and very feminine. A canopy bed with sheer side curtains pulled back against the tall bed spindles captured the eye. Two armoires occupied most of a wall. Both were stuffed with women's clothing of all types ranging from casual summer outfits to full length gowns, and everything in between. There must have been fifty pairs of shoes in every color conceivable. Nearly all of them were high heels. Even the riding boots had a substantial heel on them. While I was looking through the armoires, Chris had moved over to the dresser.

"Hey Rikki, you can see me in the valentine boxers when I see you in this", Chris said holding up red satin panties with dangling garter straps.

"Not likely! Ok, you've had your fun. It's been interesting, now change us back to normal."

Chris reached over and began lightly massaging Rikki's neck. "Why? This is a unique experience. Men are always complaining that they don't understand women. How can you pass up this opportunity? You can relax, be pampered, and not have to worry about being macho because no one expects macho from that cute little body." Extending the massage out to Rikki's shoulders, Chris smiled as he felt Rikki relax and lean in to him. Wrapping his arms around her from behind he leaned down and whispered into her ear. "There's so much more to discover."

"Ummm... that feels nice ...no wait! See, that's what I mean. This gender bender of yours is confusing me. I just... I don't... I.... You need to change me back. Please!", Rikki said looking up at Chris with a hint of tears in her eyes.

Chris sighed. "I'm sorry Rik, I never meant to hurt you. I was honestly just having fun. Probably the most fun I've ever had in my life, but I wouldn't ever intentionally hurt you. I didn't realize how much you hated it Let me see if I can cancel this virtual vacation and we can get back to our normal lives."

"Wait!" Rikki said. "Don't do that. I don't hate it. I am having fun, I'm just not used to feeling so... so... dependent."

"You don't sound very convincing. I'd hoped that you'd begin to see the fun side, but you're clearly miserable. I don't want that."

"No, you were right the first time. I need to lighten up and have fun. Give me some time. After a moment of strained silence, Rikki turned to face Chris and playfully pushed him with her slim fingers on his chest. "Out, out. Give a girl some privacy. I'm going to wash up, change into something more comfortable then raid the kitchen for a bedtime snack. Scoot, out of my boudoir."

Christine, now Chris, stood in the hall staring at the closed door to Rikki's room. Shrugging he wandered off to his own room. A shower and a snack sounds like a good idea, but I need to do something physical. I know! I'd like a swim. I started carefully undressing and folding the removed clothing and placing it into the laundry hamper. As I was down to socks underwear and a shirt, it hit me. I'm a guy! So I pulled off my shirt, wadded it up and threw it near the hamper. Socks and underwear rapidly followed. Rifling through the dresser for swim trunks, I could feel the dirty clothes lying untended on the floor. Ahhh! I can't do it! I had to pick them up. Walking back to the dresser completely naked explained the phrase, "every swinging dick", with clarity. I decided on Speedo's for swimming. I was used to wearing a bikini and this was sort of like a bikini only topless. Posing for myself in the mirror resulted in an erection that bulged the trunks out declaring "look here everybody, I'm horny". It felt really interesting but it looked silly. How do guys control these things? Staring at the bulge definitely did not help.

Trying to ignore this extra appendage, I grabbed a white terrycloth robe and slippers figuring no one would see me anyway and headed down. When I passed the upstairs bath, the door was closed but the light was on and the shower was running. Stopping in the downstairs powder room to pee before swimming. I stood in front of the toilet, pulled down the Speedo's and was confronted with an erect penis pointing upward that refused to be aimed downward, nor could I pee. What the hell kind of body do men have? This is a stupid design! Aborting the effort, I went directly to the pool, disrobed and dove in.

"Yaaahh! COLD!" This is a pool for Polar Bears! After a few forced speed laps to try to generate some body heat, I climbed out. Looking down I realized that I no longer had that annoying erection. In fact, a quick exam showed that I was shriveled up to pint size. Grabbing my robe and slippers, I made a successful stop in the powder room and proceeded on to the kitchen to snack. Suddenly I was really hungry.

Rikki stood dripping and nude in front of the bathroom mirror. "I have to admit, I do look damn fine. Hmmm... but without the heels I'm a little short. It just doesn't look as good." Returning to her room, she examined the selection of nightwear and bit her lip. "Come on, just do it! Coward! Chicken!" Sticking her tongue out at her reflection, she silenced the voices in her head and selected her clothing.

Chris was biting into his second sandwich, or perhaps third, when Rikki entered the kitchen. When he looked to wave her over, he nearly choked. Rikki was wearing a mid thigh length black silk robe and matching open toed pumps.

Seeing that she had Chris' attention. Rikki casually opened the robe to display the deep forest green silk teddy underneath. "What do you think? Does this look ok? I feel really odd wearing it, but I just looked at the woman in the mirror and told her what to wear. She was most cooperative, but I'm not sure if she has any taste."

Re-tying her robe, Rik raided the refrigerator and joined Chris at the table with cottage cheese and a banana.

Eating in companionable silence. Rik played the girl eating a banana routine for all it was worth. Even though Chris knew exactly what Rikki was doing, he found it riveting.

Rikki cleaned up and came around to stand behind Chris. "I'm sorry I was such a shit earlier", she said as she began massaging Chris' neck and shoulders. "This really is a kick. Just be patient with me." Digging her thumbs in between the shoulder blades, "I need to go slow right now, but I really am finally relaxing into the idea."

"God Rikki, that feels so good!"

"Yeah I know. I once had a massage from a Japanese masseuse. If you promise that you'll be good I'll give you my best imitation. It's wonderfully relaxing. Go up to you room and stretch out face down on your bed, sans clothing. I'll be up in a minute."

"Ooh that sounds interesting", Chris leered.

"Massage only sir! I'm not that kind of girl."

Rikki cleaned up while Chris took a quick shower and sprawled onto the bed as directed. Entering the Pine room, Riiki climbed up onto the bed and straddled Chris' back. Starting with his scalp, Rikki worked her fingers down his neck and onto his back, massaging and kneading to Chris' muffled moans of pleasure. When she got to his back she put her entire upper body into it but her fingers were getting tired.

"I'm sorry, my fingers aren't up to this. A Japanese masseuse would stand on your back and use her feet. I'm afraid I have to stop."

"You can't stop now, it feels so good! Can you use your feet like the Japanese masseuse?"

"I'll try, but let me know if I'm hurting you." Standing up on the bed first, Rikki carefully stepped onto Chris' butt. "How's that? Am I going to be too heavy?"

"You're not so heavy that it hurts, but you're too heavy for me to relax so I guess I'd better wait for my own Japanese masseuse."

Rikki stepped off and paused. "No, I'd really like to do this for you. So how about making me smaller, just for the massage, you understand. I want you to be able to relax while I do this. Picture me as quite petite, 4'10" and weighing, oh about eighty-five pounds."

Rikki felt the dizziness sweep through. When it passed, she was a tiny little thing. Reminding herself that it was only for the massage, she gently stepped on to Chris' back and began massaging with her feet. She could tell that this was working by the sounds Chris made. When she finished and gently stepped off, Chris was making a new sound. Regular patterned breathing with a bit of a snore. He was asleep! Smiling, she quietly covered him and crept out.

Returning to my own room for bed, it dawned on me that I was still pint sized. "Damn! I guess it can wait for morning." Hanging up my robe up in the armoire, I caught site of all the shoes and noticed that they too were smaller. A quick check showed that all of the clothes were of a size to still fit. "Interesting!" Climbing into the now very roomy bed and turning off the lights brought a new day very quickly.

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Opening my eyes to the sun streaming through the window, I was momentarily disoriented before remembering. Sitting up I rubbed my temples and ran my hands over the teddy I'd slept in. "Definitely not a dream." I grabbed my robe and headed barefoot down the hall for the bathroom. I was immediately reminded that I was still very very small. The door handles were too high, the sink was too high, and the toilet was definitely too high. My feet dangled when sitting, and not sitting was not an option. On the plus side, the shower was quite roomy. I was just finishing up when Chris knocked on the bathroom door to let me know that he was riding into town with Victor the caretaker and that I should take the beemer and join him later at the little cafe in town for lunch.

"Hey wait a minute! Didn't you forget something?"

"Oh yes! Thanks for the massage last night. I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but boy did I sleep well. While I'm out, is there any SMALL thing I can pick up for you? I'll try to be at the cafe at one o'clock, but I'll wait if you're a LITTLE late. Will you be out SHORTLY, or do you expect to be a TINY bit longer?

"Very funny! Ha Ha. Don't quit your day job. Come on, a deal's a deal. I agreed to continue this fantasy as a woman, not a doll, I want to be bigger."

"Ok, but you have to come out first. I never did get to see the results of my handiwork last night. Come on! Unless you're planning on founding a bathroom nunnery, you're going to have to come out eventually."

Tying my robe tightly, since there was nothing underneath, I stepped out and was face to chest with Chris. Placing my hands on my hips, I craned my neck upward. "Happy now!?" Chris grinned, reached under my arms and lifted me up to eye level like I was no more than a child and kissed me before setting me back down.

"It's deliciously appealing, in a kinky sort of way, to leave you like that. Unfortunately, you remind me too much of a child. Hold on while I visualize you bigger in that same robe, which looks really great on you I might add."

A wave of dizziness, and I was now eye to chin with Chris. Smiling oddly, he kissed me on the forehead declaring that I was now bigger, as promised, and rushed off down the hall reminding me to meet him for lunch. I felt a little odd walking back to my room. Surely I hadn't gotten used to being tiny in so short of a time? Catching site of myself in the vanity mirror, I did a double-take. "Holy-Shit!" Untying my robe confirmed it. I was bigger alright. Something like a 40DD.

I couldn't help but feel them. They were definitely there. Round firm and heavy. I'd always liked breasts, but never for a moment considered just how heavy they were to the owner. My self examination resulted in the, correction, "my" nipples hardening and jutting way out. My god, it was like twin mini-erections. They must be an inch long. And they feel so... so... I don't know... good! The more I fondled the better it felt. I squeezed and mashed the mounds. Rolled and pinched the nipples. I was getting more and more excited and reached down to jerk-off, forgetting that there was nothing there to jerk. I began rubbing my empty crotch in frustration. This served only to make me wet, more horny, and more frustrated until I wore myself out without ever getting the relief I craved. "God Damn It! How do you make this work!?"

Frustrated and messy, I finally took another shower. This one on the cold side before grabbing some breakfast and getting dressed. I stared at the selection of clothes for a long time before working up my nerve. "So Christine wants to play does she? It's not real... it's not real... no one will know." This was fast becoming my mantra.

Glancing at my watch as I approached the car, I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that I had spent almost my entire morning getting dressed, and for what? A tube top that bounced when I walked and exposed more than it covered. A bare midriff, and a thigh level skirt with matching heels. Strangely, I was bothered more by my bare shoulders than anything else. That just feels naked, but the girl in my mirror said, "you look fine.. real fine".

Tooling through the French country side, I couldn't help but imagine what others saw. White BMW convertible with the top down, stacked redhead dressed provocatively, hair blowing in the wind. I was my own fantasy. I still felt self conscious, but it was also exhilarating. My day dreaming was cut short by a growing whump-whump-whump sound coming from the left rear tire.

A flat! Who has flat tires in a fantasy vacation!? I hope this fantasy BMW has a fantasy jack and a fantasy spare to go with it. Sure enough, the trunk was fully equipped. Placing the lug wrench on the first nut to loosen it before jacking up the car I loosened ... or tried to. I put all my arm strength into it. Nothing! Not a budge.

"I may be a girl for the moment, but I am not helpless! You're talking to yourself again. I know, just shut-up! Great; now I'm answering myself!"

Less strength just requires more technique. Think!... Repositioning the wrench so that it stuck out nearly horizontally, I climbed up onto the wrench with both feet and began to bounce until the nut gave. I repeated this procedure until all the lug nuts were loosened. What a sight I must have made. Short skirt, big boobs, standing on the wrench bent forward with my hands on the car for balance and my ass in the air bouncing up and down up and down. What I wouldn't have given to see that. I positioned the jack and put tension on it, spun the retainer off the spare in the trunk, grabbed the tire and ... shrieked! I can't lift the damned tire out! Who designs these things?!

Just perfect! I was a classic scene in a B-movie leaning up against the convertible, flat tire, jack in place, trunk open. All I needed to complete the scene was garish fishnets and a cigarette while I waited for my hero. As if the thought was the queue, I watched as a jeep approached and slowed to pull in behind me.

"Need some help?, she called as she stepped out.

I was expecting a lumberjack in this B-movie. Instead, I got a gorgeous stacked brunette wearing a red tank top, and tight blue-jean short shorts. She came up, offered her hand, and introduced herself as Myra. She stood about an two inches taller than I did, but she was also in tennis shoes to my heels.

"Uh... ah... Rikki, I'm Rikki", shaking her hand.

Myra looked at the car, the tire, the jack, then back at me several times and frowned in thought.

"If you really need help, I'm glad to give it Rikki. But if you were hoping for a different kind of help and I'm cramping your style; no problem. Just let me know and I was never here."

"Oh no, I really do need help. I'm late for an appointment and ... well you see the rest."

The two of us manhandled the spare out of the trunk. Now I understand the etymology of that term. I jacked up the car. Well, I jacked up the first half. Myra completed it, and between us we completed the tire change. Working closely with Myra to lift and carry had my hormones racing. She was so hot! But I never had the balls to go after a woman like that. In this case quite literally. Instead, I just swallowed hard and stuck out my hand in thanks.

Myra flicked her eyes from my hand to my chest and instead of shaking my hand, stepped in, slid her hand behind my back and kissed me. And I kissed back!

"Are you sure your appointment won't wait?"

Stunned, I just smiled and said, "sorry".

"She's a lucky lady! Good luck!" Waving as she drove off, Myra was gone.

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Checking my watch for the umpteenth time, I finally saw Rikki come in. I was surprised! I'd expected Rik to pick something to try to hide those huge boobs I'd saddled her with, instead Rik was dressed to flaunt them. The funny thing was that even in that outfit and those heels, Rik still clomped across the floor like a guy in drag. When one of the male patrons endeavored to accidentally bump into her, she did some kind of weird move with her arm that knocked him aside.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a flat on the road."

"Are you alright? Of course you are. You know how to handle things like that. By the way, you look fantastic. If it weren't for the body language and mannerisms you'd be perfect."

"What body language, what do you mean?"

"A woman like you in that outfit should ooze across the room drawing the lustful eye of every man, and the wary eye of every woman. But you sort of galumph like a guy, which is a pretty good trick with those shoes and tits. Not to mention nearly knocking that guy on his ass. How'd you do that?"

"I did some martial-arts in my formative years. That was a sweeping-inner-block. As for my walk, I am a guy remember? Besides, you're one to talk. You've got the back of one hand on your hip and the other wrist waves around limply when you gesture. All you need is a lisp to qualify as full fledged flaming."

"I do not! I... I'm doing it again aren't I."

"You may have reversed our genders in this kinky experiment of yours, but we're still a product of our years of acquired reflexes and responses. If you switch us back we can both be normal. What do you say?"

"I admit that it's different than I expected, and I'm not entirely comfortable as a guy, but I don't want to quit yet."

"You're not comfortable! I see in the mirror that I look just like an attractive woman. But I feel like I'm half dressed and everything bounces and jiggles when I move. It just feels weird."

"Well humor me a little longer if you would, then maybe we'll try a totally different location and scenario. It's too bad that that I our respective reflexes couldn't be matched to our bodies. I wonder..."

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind being a little butch, but I have to admit it is odd watching you flounce."

After the waiter took our orders, Rikki excused herself for the restroom. I cringed watching her clomp to the restroom signs, hesitate a moment, then enter the women's door. "Hmmm... I do wonder whether this virtual world control would be able to change reflexes. Nothing ventured!" I closed my eyes and tried to will the change. Since there was nothing tangible to visualize or look for, I couldn't really be sure if I was doing anything. "Oh well, I tried."

I gulped down the remainder of my wine and signaled for another, when I saw Rikki returning. "My God!" Rikki was moving across the floor in a slow sinuous walk. Each step was accompanied by a perfectly synchronized bounce of breasts and sway of hip that was mesmerizing. The napkin in my lap suddenly acquired a tent pole. She seated herself with quick fluid grace before I could think to stand up. Which is a good thing because I don't think I could have stood. Lunch passed with a lot of small talk. Rikki didn't seem to notice any difference, whereas I had to force myself not to stare.

We were strolling down the street arm-in-arm when an old car back-fired as it was going by. Rikki squeaked and clutched me tight with a shiver.

Stroking her hair, "It was just a car, it's ok."

I relaxed my grip as Chris stroked my hair and neck. Silly, it was just a car. Enjoying the comfort of Chris' arms, it slowly dawned on me. I was frightened by a car. A car!

"What did you do? I jumped like a girl. And now that I'm looking, you don't have that effeminate manner about you anymore. You did it didn't you. You changed our reflexes didn't you?"

"Apparently I did. I wasn't sure if it worked until I saw you return from the restroom. You no longer move like a guy in drag. You definitely seem more natural."

"I admit I don't feel awkward anymore, and now that I think about it, I'm not even aware of these heels, I just walk. But why did you want me to be skittish?"

"Sorry, I didn't really specify that. It was just a vague desire for appropriate reflexes. I didn't know exactly what I wanted, it just did it itself. .... God you're beautiful!"

I could feel my nipples hardening as Chris smiled down at me. Turning my face up to his, he pulled me tight and we kissed. I mashed my breasts against Chris' chest while sliding my tongue into his mouth. Chris held me tighter still and I could feel his erection pressing against me as he used his tongue on me. Coming up for air, I could see we were drawing a lot stares. Grinning sheepishly, we both strolled back to the car.

Chris drove while I enjoyed playing the knock-out girl in a convertible. About half-way back, Chris casually laid his hand on my bare thigh sending a jolt of electric pleasure through me. I pretended not to notice. When I didn't respond, he began slowly caressing my thigh as we drove. I continued to pretend not to notice as each caress moved slightly higher. His fingers began slipping under my skirt slowly moving higher and higher. Closing my eyes and beginning to pant, I don't think I was fooling anyone anymore.

Driving back, I kept sneaking glances at Rikki sitting next to me. I'm glad there was no traffic because I had an erection that felt like it was trying to escape. I laid my hand on her leg prepared to apologize if she objected. When there was no response I began lightly stroking her skin with my fingers. Remembering what it felt like to be on the receiving end, I knew that no response was implied encouragement. Taking my time, and trying not to wreck, I slowly migrated my petting upwards. When I moved under Rikki's skirt, her breathing shifted and she almost incidentally eased open her legs. Each finger stroke went a little farther upward and inward. Each stroke opened Rikki's legs a little farther. Reaching her crotch, I stayed there and concentrated on feeling and rubbing through her underwear. Rikki was panting and moaning until I needed both hands to negotiate a series turns to enter the villa grounds.

Recovering my dignity, I straightened my skirt and stepped out of the car as soon as it stopped in front of the house. "I'm going to change. Could you come to my room in about 10-minutes and give me a hand?" Without waiting for an answer I used my new found reflexes to stroll off with an exaggerated bounce and sway.

A man's sex drive was a new and powerful experience for me. As a woman, I'd always enjoyed having sex, but I'd never had this powerful need to pursue it. Plus it's such pure pleasure to think about. No distracting thoughts of protection and pregnancy. I'm a guy, I don't get pregnant, I cause it. What a delicious thought!

Tapping on Rikki's door, I entered to find her wearing heels and the black silk robe loosely tied with her large creamy breasts half exposed. When I started to unbutton my shirt, Rikki held my hand still and kissed me.

"No no. No awkward undressing, just visualize yourself undressed. As a matter of fact, I'd like you to indulge yourself. If it strikes your fancy, don't ask, don't analyze, just do it."

"I don't think ..."

Placing my finger on Chris' lips, "Shhh! That's what I want. Don't think, just do it." Reaching down, I began rubbing the bulge in Chris's pants. Suddenly there were no pants and I was rubbing throbbing bare skin. Chris pushed back my robe as he fondled my breasts. Careful to avoid early over stimulation of Chris; after a minute of this, I stepped back several paces and posed. "I need a wardrobe change. Be a dear would you? In an instant, I was in red! Everything was red; lace bustier, crotchless panties with garter straps holding extremely shear red stockings. I was also teetering on what must have been 6-inch red stilettos.

With slow exaggerated steps, I moved back up against Chris and used him like the pole strippers use when dancing. I lifted one leg up his thigh while grinding my pelvis into his leg and groin. Chris slid his hands under my bustier, popping it loose only to have it suddenly disappear. I slowly kissed my way downward from Chris' neck until I could surround his member with my ample tits. It was rather awkward bent over like that, but as I squeezed and stroked his member with my breasts it became more and more comfortable. I finally realized that it was no longer awkward because I wasn't bent over anymore. I was standing comfortably tit to dick. Then I was reaching upward, then I could no longer reach with my breasts and switched to using my lips.

A moment later I kissed my way back up as I found myself growing until I was eye to eye with Chris as well as completely devoid of clothing. Taking his hand I brought him over to the bed and laid him down. Straddling him on my knees, I eased my self down onto his erection. Chris swept his hands upward from my hips to cup my breasts as I sat on him. I began slowly riding him up and down. My god this felt good! Chris dropped his hands and my breasts began bouncing with each undulation. I could feel Chris getting even larger inside of me... no I was getting smaller. I found myself straddling a little wider and rising a little farther with each stroke. Faster and faster I went as need built inside. Unfortunately I had to stop unfulfilled. I couldn't do this position anymore. I was worn out straddling so far, and while most of me had gotten substantially smaller, my breasts had not. Consequently they bounced and tugged now to the point uncomfortable. Pulling me down to his Chest, Chris rolled me over to the bottom and took over the thrusting. Oh god! I was exploding inside but Chris just kept going and going until with a final thrust I felt him surge into me and collapse.

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It was late morning when I awoke. Lying there on my side remembering last night, I couldn't help but wonder why women weren't always pursuing sex. That was so fantastic! I wanted to do it again. Well maybe a shower first, then sex. Throwing the covers off I went to sit up and "Waaaah..." my body didn't bend like that. Levering myself up with my arms it was immediately obvious why. Someone had attached a flesh colored watermelon to the spot that was supposed to be a waist. "I'm pregnant!? She made me pregnant!" Further consideration was interrupted by the realization that I had to pee, really bad. Throwing on a robe and slippers, I waddled down the hall to the bathroom as fast as I could go.

Showering was a unique experience. My breasts were huge and tight, but my belly extended even beyond these. Worse was that it wasn't like being fat. A fat person has normal musculature and can bend even if somewhat limited. My abdominal muscles had been pushed to the side. I literally had no waist or muscles to bend. When I dropped the soap, I couldn't pick it up.

Descending the staircase was a slow process all by itself. Eventually I made my way to the kitchen where I found Christine drinking coffee. It took a moment to reorient, Christine... not Chris.

"Rikki! Good morning! You're glowing this morning; did you sleep well? Last night was wonderful! I had no idea what men thought and felt when aroused."

"I found last night was amazing, but this morning was a bit of a surprise. What's with this pregnant routine?"

"Last night was great sex, but a lot of it was the thought that as a guy, sex is a spontaneous sport. I thought that it only fair that you get to experience the counterpoint. As a girl, spontaneous unprotected sex has real and personal ramifications. Oh relax, it's only for a little while."

Christine graciously supplied my breakfast while I sat. She said that she wanted to try a different setting and asked if I had any ideas. "I have some thoughts, but I have to go pee first." Levering myself up, I waddled to the powder room. "Damn, I seem to have a teeny bladder. This sucks!"

"Ok, you've had you've had your fun with me. How about a more normal vacation; a resort in Cancun, or a cruise?"

"Oh come on, it would waste this opportunity. We can do normal vacations anytime. I know you have fantasies, how about a little one even?"

"Alright, this is one I'd like. You're 19 years old, it's spring break, and I'm watching you participate in a wet T-shirt contest."

"Hmmm.... Ok, it's a start."

I gulped as a major dizzy spell hit. My ears were immediately assailed by a crowd hooting and calling as a young Christine wearing a thin white cotton T-shirt was being sprayed down, resulting in the shirt clinging to every curve and becoming nearly transparent. I was mesmerized until she reached over to me and pulled me across yelling, "Another entry!". Before I could speak, I was being hosed down as well. Amidst all the hooting and yelling I caught up to the fact that I was exactly as I was exactly as I had been at breakfast, only now I was wet in addition to short and hugely pregnant. Amidst all the hooting, Christine was declared the winner and bodily carried off to the bar by several over muscled guys.

While I stared in the direction Christine had gone, a boy -- I say boy, but he must have been around 20 years old, handed me a towel. While I toweled off, he introduced himself as Barry and suggested stepping out front to let the warm breeze complete the drying process.

"Thanks for your help, but if you'll excuse me, I really need to go pee... again"

I tried to go back inside the club but kept getting blocked by the flow of the crowd. Barry took my hand and suggested the little cafe across the street would be easier. Crossing the street on Barry's arm, I looked back at the club containing Christine somewhere in its crowd.

When I came out of the cafe bathroom, Barry called me over to a table set with two glasses of orange juice. I needed to go find Christine, but didn't want to hurt Barry after he was so nice so I sat down to drink a glass of OJ with him. It was your typical uncomfortable attempt at conversation when neither party knows what to say. I was planning my leave-taking when instead of saying some variation of "thanks... goodbye", I instead blurted out a loud "AAAAHHHHH!!!" and soaked my chair.

"What? What's wrong!?", Barry asked in panic.

"I can't believe this! My water broke!"

"What do you mean, what water, I don't understand?"

"Relax, it just means I've gone into labor. I need you to go find the girl I was with and bring her here. Her name is Christine."

"Labor? You're having a baby! Oh my god, somebody call 911!"

"No no, I don't need medical attention. I need Christine! Please go get Christine."

"Call an ambulance! This woman's having a baby! Call 911!"

I was still trying to calm Barry down enough to go get Christine when an ambulance pulled up and an emergency team rushed in. Finally I got Barry to promise to go tell Christine as I was whisked off to the local hospital. "When I get my hands on Christine, I'm AAAAHHHHH..." Damn that hurts!

Christine was having a grand time reliving some or her more outrageous younger years. Quite a bit of time passed before she remembered Richard. "Oh damn! I forgot!". Excusing herself from a crowd of hunky admirers she searched the overflowing club as best she could, but no Richard. "You'd think an extremely pregnant scantily clad woman would stand out no matter how petite her stature?" Well this was a pretty fun little excursion, but I suspect Richard is more than ready to end it wherever he, rather -she- is. Pausing for a moment to consider, Christine closed her eyes and visualized a new scenario. Instead of the expected dizziness and scene change, all that happened was a distinct sense that Richard was too far away to make a change.

"Too far away? How far is too far, and where is he?" Christine methodically sectioned the club trying to initiate a change each time. The only result was a reaffirmation that Richard was out of range. After searching well into the evening, Christine finally called the police to ask about her missing pregnant friend. She was bounced around from bureaucrat to bureaucrat, put on hold a half dozen times until finally a friendly dispatcher checked the logs and told her about a 911 call earlier that day for a women in labor.

"Oh shit! I have to get to the hospital."

Sweating and panting, Richard as Rikki thought murderous thoughts during the brief respite between contractions. All too soon the next one swept over her as the doctor kept calling out, "don't push, not yet, don't push". Finally this contraction began ebbing but before relief arrived another ramped up again. "Oh God! I have to push!"

The doctor acknowledged this plea, "Ok! PUSH! Good, good. No don't stop, push, PUSH!

Keep Pushing!"

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Rikki opened her eyes to see a worn looking Christine standing next to her.

"Are you OK? I didn't mean for this to happen. When you disappeared I couldn't find you and when I tried to make a change it wouldn't work because you were too far away and I searched and searched but I couldn't find you and ..."

"Shshs... You're a little late!"

"Richard, I'm sorry! Don't forget, this isn't real. "

"It was plenty real to me. I think I need a vacation from this vacation. How about whipping up something mundane". Rikki closed her eyes and mumbled," after I get a little more rest".

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I eased into wakefulness. Stretching casually, awareness settled in. I had the usual morning erection. "I'm a guy again", thank goodness! Reaching down to confirm the obvious, I realized I was in a large bed and not alone. Rolling over, there was Christine with a gentle smile on her face.

"Good morning, feeling better?"

"Much better. Where are we?"

"You asked for a mundane vacation, so we're in the Bridal Suite of the Maui Hilton. I'm the bride, by the way."

"I wouldn't call this mundane, but it is a nice normal condition. Did you have any plans for the day, or can I be lazy?"

Christine climbed out of bed and stood up. She was her normal incredible self, wearing a lime colored baby-doll nighty. Sauntering to the bathroom, she looked back over her shoulders. "My plans currently extend to taking a nice slow shower. It's a large shower. Plenty of room for two."

I waited until I heard the water running then leaped out of bed, pausing briefly in front of the mirror. I looked pretty much my normal self, only I appeared to be about 27 years old and was in better physical shape than I'd ever been in real life. I was also nude with a large erection waggling as I walked. Definitely no way to feign a casual demeanor.

I stepped into the shower somewhat nervously. Christine, glorious Christine. Dripping wet, and ...

"... I said would you scrub my back?"

Christine turned away and I began soaping Christine's back. As my hands slid over Christine's smooth slick soapy skin, I slowly expanded my ministration down to her round bottom, around to her flat stomach and up to her large firm breasts. I felt her nipples harden outward and Christine reached behind her and pushed my erect member down enough that she could step back against me while straddling my erection. Reaching between her own legs, Christine began fondling me.

Slapping off the water, Christine eased off of me and turned face to face. Looking up she invited a kiss that I hungrily provided. I broke the kiss only to move to her neck. After nuzzling her neck I moved back to those luscious lips.

As Richard passionately kissed Christine's lips, he was subtly but unconsciously adjusting his stance. From bending over awkwardly, to a slight head tilt, to slowly rising up onto his toes. Once more Richard moved to kissing Christine's neck, again rising up on his toes as he nuzzled. Christine arched her back bringing a nipple into Richards face. Richard greedily took the nipple in his mouth; sucking and biting, then licking his way across to the other nipple to repeat the procedure. Christine was becoming frantic. Richard was as far up onto his toes as possible but could no longer reach Christine's breasts with his mouth. Instead he stuck his tongue in Christine's belly-button. When his lips brushed the top of her tight v-shaped bush, the bush disappeared, and Christine seemed to rise higher yet..

Richard used his tongue to press and wiggle Christine's clitoris. Sucking and tonguing in a frenzy, Christine began to wobble to the point she nearly fell.

Another dizzying change found Christine in bed, crouched on her hands and knees with her rear sticking up and Richard "standing" behind and thrusting deeply. Richard didn't stop to consider the implications that he was standing while Christine was kneeling, he just began thrusting harder and faster in time to Christine's repeated squeals of pleasure until he exploded.

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Richard woke to the sound of the shower. Sitting up, he was relieved to see that he was back to normal. He'd finally had great sex, as a guy, with Christine. Granted it was weirdly kinky, but it was great!

Christine came out of the bathroom wearing a couple of towels. "I'm starving. How about we get some dinner and plan our next adventure? By the way, that's was the most fantastic sex. I hope I didn't scare you, I just sort of went with the flow."

Dinner was positively normal. They talked about movies, weather, books; all the perfectly normal conversations.

The next day was spent mostly walking about. Both Richard and Christine were dressed in shorts, tee shirt and sandals. While strolling down the beach front boardwalk, Christine paused and asked Richard to suggest a change.

"Uh, how about a bikini?"

"What kind of bikini", she asked mischievously?

"Blue, metallic blue, and skimpy."

A momentary waver and Christine was wearing a tiny metallic blue bikini. Pirouetting for Richard, Christine encouraged him on. "Ok, what else? Come on, don't be so restrained."

"Ok, how about bigger breasts. With cleavage. Ones that are threatening to bust out of that bikini."

"Um, now we're cooking." Another waver and Christine had boobs way too large for her bikini top. "What else, come on, tell me what you want."

"Heels, I want heels. Stilettos!"

Christine rose up on a pair of matching metallic blue stilettos with four and half inch heels. "Like this? What else?"

"Oh yeah! Only now you're too tall in those shoes. I want you to be smaller. Shorter that is, keep the top, just shrink down to a more petite size otherwise. About five inches shorter."

"Like this?", she said stepping in close. She now stood about 5'6" in the shoes. "Are you sure you want to be seen in public like this? This is a pretty extreme combination you asked for."

"Oh yeah! You look fabulous. I love it!"

Looking down into Christine's eyes, then lower to that enormous cleavage, I pulled her tight and kissed her in a passionate embrace. Her large round breasts mashed against my body. "Hey get a room", someone called. Groping for balance, I broke the embrace looking up into... my own face.

"You were right, that does look good!"

"Not again!?"

"Just for a few minutes. I want to see your fantasy girl. Just to the corner of the boardwalk."

This was even more extreme than what she'd done to me in France. Although to be fair, this was my design, I just hadn't planned on being the recipient. The bikini served more as a beacon than clothing. I nearly killed myself several times catching the heels in the boardwalk before covering the short distance to the corner.

"Not very functional is it?"

"Hey it was a fantasy! It wasn't intended to be practical business dress."

"True! Business dress would be along the lines of a dark jacket with wide cream lapels and trim. A tight skirt that extends to just above the knee while displaying the curve of your butt. You'll need a white sleeveless silk blouse underneath, black stockings, black three inch pumps, gold ear rings, a touch of Chanel number 5, and of course, the business meeting."

The familiar dizziness hit, and I found myself sitting at a large conference table while Ted Benning droned on and on about a product I had designed, and he was screwing it up to boot. Just as I was wondering what Christine had done this time, Ted stopped talking and looked at me.

"Rikki, I'm getting a little dry. Would you pop out and get me some water, thanks."

"Ted, you're misunderstanding how the ..."

"Rikki! Go get Ted some water please. Now!", said Bob Lanvear our VP of sales.

As I got up, a number of things assailed me all at once. I was still the petite busty bikini babe, only now I was in the business attire Christine had described. I was also very aware that I was the only woman in the meeting. This isn't unusual, there aren't many women at my company, but it wasn't something I'd thought about before.

Christine must have done the reflex thing again, because I had no trouble walking in these shoes. Heading for the departmental refrigerator to grab a bottle of water, I was struck by how different things looked from my reduced perspective. Partitions were now truly walls to me now as I couldn't see over them. An immediate result was that upon rounding the corner I ran smack into Simon, another sales critter. Instead of stepping back and apologizing, Simon hugged me tight in a feigned stumble and pressed me up against the partition wall. Followed by an insincere apology that did not result in disengagement until I pushed him away.

Returning to the conference room with Ted's water, I walked into fading laughter which re-erupted when Ted said, "Ah, Rikki, thanks for the service." I'd obviously been made the object of a joke, but what exactly I had no idea. Before I could even deliver the requested water, Bob Lanvear announced a ninety minute break for lunch. This steamed me. Why send me on a pointless errand when they... of course! It wasn't the water, they wanted me out of the room.

Heading down the hall I encountered none other than Chris, aka Christine once again male.

"Rikki, would you like to go to lunch?"

"What's the big idea? I didn't ..."

"Not here. I'll bring the car around front and we can talk at lunch."

By the time I made my way down to the front, I'd been groped twice in the elevator. Christine, rather Chris, pulled up in a black BMW as I came out the door. Before I could even reach to open the car door, Chris had come around and opened the passenger side door and was helping me in. In a twisted experience of deja vu, I was once more having lunch at LeStrad's, only the perspectives were altered.

"When you mentioned practical business dress, it reminded me of the morning that brought us together for this little adventure. I had a grand time. Everyone was very social and friendly. I'm used to the secretaries being catty and unhelpful, but as Chris they leaped to help. Some were even flirting with me. How was your morning?"

"I was belittled, embarrassed, and groped. Was this part of your fantasy?"

"I simply visualized the real morning. It wasn't a special set up or anything. You experienced an ordinary morning. The situations were the same I encountered every day."

"I think that after this, I'm going to have to find time for a real vacation. As a guy again. I had no idea that the business world was so different for men and women."

"Oh Vacation! That's my queue. Let's see how complete this re-enactment is."

Chris reached into his jacket pocket, took out an envelope and passed it over to me. Inside was the virtual vacation letter, and the virtual vacation coupon. But the coupon was different. It still had gold lettering, but it also had a string of glowing red numbers that were counting down. On a whim, I held the coupon to the candle flame on the table. Instead of simply burning, it evaporated in an expanding cloud of gold sparkles. Immediately, a gut twisting dizziness hit with an intensity far beyond anything previously experienced. When it passed, nothing was different.

"What happened?", Chris said.

"What do you mean what happened? What did you do? I don't see any changes."

"I didn't do anything!"

"Never mind. Would you please change me back to a guy. I like to be WITH gorgeous women, not BE them."

Chris closed his eyes. He furrowed his brow. He groaned.

Nothing happened.

I had a bad feeling.

Pulling out the virtual vacation letter from the envelope, I began to cry:.

 

" We hope you enjoyed your virtual vacation. Thank you for participating in our test program.

The Virtual Group -- a subsidiary of Fantasy Unlimited"

  

  

  

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