Incest/Taboo She Is Me

Even my dreams seemed to be confusing, disjointed, and very disturbing. I had dreamt that I was laying in bed, the whispered sound of another voice speaking to me, trying to reach out towards me.

"Where am I? Who...am I?" It seemed to ask.

I wanted to open my eyes, but couldn't. And yet, in the dream when I was able to do so, I found myself looking down at myself. I was Faye, or rather she was me.

"Faye? Faye? Can you hear me?" I asked, seeking...searching, but there was only darkness now, the echo of her voice fading off into the distance, the sound of my own name being called as it did.

"Howard! Howard! How...ard!"

I woke up, was it dream? It seemed so real, so bizarre. I could still hear the sound of my name being called, jumping almost three feet off the bed when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I gasped sounding like I'd just been out running.

It was the hospital calling. I had left instructions to be notified the moment there was any change, any change at all.

"Just wanted to let you know," the Doctor began. "Though he is still comatose, there are some good signs that he may be coming out of it sooner than later. There was finger movement early on this morning. And though there hasn't been anything else since then, that's a really good sign. As I had said before, the likelihood of Howard eventually waking up is only a matter of time now. However...I do like to be cautious in these instances. Until Howard does have full consciousness, we won't know the extent of any additional complications, if any...until then."

I had hung up the phone after that, knowing that I had a lot of research to do for one thing. Plus, I still needed to pick up my belongings for another. I also wanted to drop by the hospital and check how I was doing first-hand myself. It was going to be a very busy day. I hurriedly dressed, called a cab, and went down to the compound yard where my totaled car was still being held. I had in fact remembered to wrap my hand, almost entirely, making it appear as though it had been hurt in the accident. Signing for my luggage, I was relieved when the guy behind the counter didn't question the odd looking signature, simply looking at my ID and accepting that. What he brought out to me however wasn't complete. I was missing what appeared to be a whole lot of stuff.

"I'm missing an entire bag!" I explained. About the only intact piece of luggage was a small carry on, which had held more of my cosmetics. Little good that would do me, and another duffle bag that at least held a few other things which appeared I could use was about all there was. Inside that was another pair of jeans, couple of tees, and another pleated skirt. Most of my underwear and other personal items were missing.

"Sorry, we gathered up what we could. But there was a lot of wind and such blowing things about. And as far as seeing any other luggage, well...unless we missed it, or unless someone else came along and found it...this is all we managed to salvage."

I now knew I'd have to do some shopping, though the thought of having to go out and buy up a bunch of women's intimate apparel wasn't very exciting to me. I still wasn't used to the idea of having to wear a bra as it was, let alone the still strange (giddy) sensation I still got when slipping on a pair of women's panties. Neither of which I was wearing now. And which I was suddenly made aware of as the fat, bald-headed, unkempt, unshaven man behind the counter stood glaring at me, forcing me to take stock of myself. I quickly looked down, twin points too revealing pressing against the thin material of the borrowed tee shirt I had on.

I couldn't believe I was actually offended at some guy staring at my tits. But I was. I soon after left, taking with me what had survived the accident, which still wasn't all that much as I saw it, wondering then if Faye had actually packed that light, though it certainly hadn't felt like it when I loaded the trunk of my car after picking her up from the airport. A lot of it really was missing.

My next stop of course was the hospital. And though I couldn't stay long having left the meter running on the cab, I wanted to drop by long enough to check on things myself. As I'd already been told, I was still resting comfortably, or so it seemed. Ensuring no one was about, I leaned over, whispering. "Faye? It's me...Howard. Are you in there? Can you hear me Faye? Can you hear me?" I waited for some sign of recognition, anything. But there was nothing. Once again stopping by the nurses' station, I left the same instructions I had left with them before. To call me at the sign of any change, no matter how slight or insignificant. I returned home knowing that I now had even more work to do. Research on the computer to see if there was anyone else who had experienced the same phenomenon that I was. IF there was anything out there at all on the subject.

And the second thing of course. I needed to buy a whole bunch of new underwear.

I signed on my computer, and luckily for me...I knew the password of course. I then Googled everything and anything that was even remotely related. Most of the things really having nothing to do with what I was looking for, though one or two others hinting at something that possibly could have. Until I realized after reading further, that most of that was more mythic in nature, past beliefs, and somewhat religious symbolisms. I was having very if little luck until I stumbled across a rather bizarre link, something about it just catching my eye, causing me to click on it and read further. That led me to a blog, someone named "Chris Smith," who had set up some sort of a web-site for men and women both who all appeared to have basically one thing in common. Gender identity confusion of one kind or another.

Though most of what I read was pretty much along the lines of what you'd expect to find. Men and women both either going through the process of having a sex-change, or thinking about it. Not exactly what I was looking for or hoping to find, until I followed another small link, as part of Chris's biography. That one caused me to hold my breath for a moment. There was a small quote beneath his name. It read. "He is me...and then. Who am I?" I read further, and though it didn't go into specifics about what I was hoping it would, there was enough there that hinted at something deeper, more profound. I decided to take a chance, sending off an email to the address listed for contacting. At first I wasn't sure what to write, what to send in hopes that Chris would respond back to me as quickly I hoped for. I sent: She is me...

I sat back trying not to think about any of this, not yet. It was almost too overwhelming for me as it was. And...I had another problem facing me now too. I was running low on cash. I had just a little over a hundred on me, with no access to my own account, or credit cards. Faye of course had a couple, but there again, the signature thing was apt to cause me problems there. I wasn't sure how lucky I'd be in being able to actually use them for one thing, nor did I know what her balance was, or limits. Using them would be something I would do only as a last resort. Unfortunately, I was going to have to do something about buying a few things either way, like it or not. And without having access to a ride, nor the luxury of taking a cab again, I had no other choice but to go next door and knock, hoping my new found friends...old friends, could possibly help me.

Sharon of course had already gone to work, but Jillian was up and about, and more than happy to take me out to do some much needed shopping, though I fibbed a little in telling her that my credit cards were pretty close to being maxed out, so I'd have to be very careful and wise in using them.

"No worries," she smiled. "I know where we can go to get a BIG discount. Friend of ours works at a woman's lingerie store. That's where Sharon and I always go whenever we need anything. I'm sure once we explain to her what happened to you, she'll be more than happy to help." I was delighted to hear that, though on the drive over to the store, Jillian then informed me that they had in fact all gotten together on occasion in times past. Part of which was a repayment of sorts for all the "free stuff" they got, in addition to the discounted merchandise items. "Don't worry, you'll like her. She's really sexy, and very cute...a bit of a wild side on her yes, and a few kinks...but nobody better who can help us out here. Trust me."

I'd always hated that saying. "Trust me." There was always a catch, some hidden warning that always proved itself out, though when it did, it was usually too late. Even so, I followed Jillian into the small, yet well displayed lingerie store, though realizing as we did, it wasn't just about that. Aside from the expected obvious, most of their stuff was almost TOO sexy, TOO revealing, not to mention the fact that a back area of the store appeared to cater to mostly "adult toys and novelty items."

"You brought me to a sex store?" I asked after walking in, taking a brief look around. "All I need is a couple of pairs of normal panties, and maybe another bra or two," I told her. "I'm certainly not looking for anything that's crotch less, or edible! That's for dam sure!" I stated. Jillian laughed, still leading me by the hand further into the store.

"I'm sure we'll be able to find you something you can wear, even if it is just a little bit sexy. You look good in sexy. You are sexy. And like I said, Samantha will think you're sexy too."

I noticed there had been only one other person in the store when we came in, and 'he' had come walking out of the back adult area, leaving shortly after our arrival. One guy, middle aged appeared to be attending the register just outside of that area. He looked up towards Jillian and I as we passed, heading around the other side to the lingerie area. He smiled, even waved at Jillian, as she returned the wave calling out. "Samantha?"

"Stock room," he continued to smile pointing off in that direction. "She'll be pleased to see you I'm sure," he grinned even more broadly. To which Jillian responded under her breath, well out of range of his hearing her.

"Yeah, so are you...I'm sure," she said.

"What was all that about?" I asked only once we were well out of eyesight too.

"Oh, nothing really. He and Samantha just sort of have a mutual understanding is all. We've been here before obviously, and sort of know what's up whenever we come in to do a little bargaining. Nothing to worry about really, Sam will handle it."

"Sam?"

"Yeah, short for Samantha. That's what she really goes by. You'll see when you meet her."

As though we worked there...Jillian led me into the back, calling out to Sam as we did that.

"Back here!" Came the reply. Seconds later we entered what was obviously some sort of receiving area, Samantha...or Sam, was unboxing a few cartons, putting things on hangers when we came in. "Jill!" She said enthusiastically in greeting, coming over to not only hug...but kiss Jillian the moment they saw one another. Sam was an interesting looking character. Almost pixyish. Thin framed, an inch or two under five feet if she was lucky, short bright white hair with a strand of it died purple that seemed to hang down over one eye, obscuring it almost completely the way it was cut. She was wearing what appeared to be a tight black leotard, almost flat chested by the looks of it, with just two obvious well rounded bumps pressing against the tight-stretched material. She wore what appeared to be a men's pair of red and white polka dot boxers over that however, basically completing her outfit. She was obviously gothic too. Dark eyes, black lipstick and fingernails, with a black mouth kiss tattoo on one side of her neck.

"Hey Sam...want to introduce you to someone, who needs your help," Jillian said now handing me off to Sam. "This is Faye," she said as I extended my hand in greeting, and though taking it, Sam merely drew me in even closer, using that as leverage to do so, thus embracing me in another close hug instead along with a kiss on the mouth that caught me by surprise as she lingered there for a lot longer than just a moment.

"Easy enough to remember," she smiled, stepping back still holding my hand in hers, looking me up and down. I looked at her inquisitively, though Jillian, now Jill...answered that for me. She calls everyone by an abbreviated version of their name. Here I'm Jill, same as she's Sam...not Samantha. Sharon of course is Shar..."

"Oh," I said, still not sure I understood why she did that, but finding her welcoming, bubbling personality quite intriguing.

"So...what're we here to get?" She asked. Jill explained, quickly filling in details. I noticed that even as she did that, she seemed to abbreviate even the details, getting to the reason for our being there without a whole lot of extra explanation. Maybe it was the way Sam operated, fast and furious, seemingly in full understanding for the purpose of this visit. "Let's see what we can do about fixin' ya up," she grinned, though I noticed there was a look that was passed quickly back and forth between the two of them. "Might have ta, be nice to the boss though...ya know? Shouldn't take too long though, been a few days now as it is. But he's pretty primed at the pump now judging by the way he was acting around me this morning already. And especially now knowing that you're here. Almost willing to bet, he's got it out already."

"Got what out?" I asked whispering to Jillian as we followed Sam back into the store area. Jillian laughed. You'll see. Don't worry though, Bob's basically pretty harmless, never given Sharon or I anything to worry about since we've been coming here, as long as you can put up with him standing there watching anyway.

"Watching?"

She didn't have time to answer however as moments later the three of us stood there in front of where Bob was still sitting. I noticed as we stood there, his hand indeed appeared to be moving about, even though it was still well hidden beneath the counter.

"OK, I need at least two bras...and three or four pairs of panties," she said looking at him. He leaned back in his chair looking at the three of us.

"That's gonna cost," he said. "And nothing off the wall either," he added to that.

"What's the wall?" I asked in hushed tones.

"Their very best, most expensive stuff," Jillian informed me. "The display goods. If you see something you like or want to try on...then Sam goes and gets it in your size, and brings it in to you. Store policy, she has to be in there with you while you try it on to avoid any shop-lifting or pretend exchanges that weren't purchased here, especially for the more expensive stuff."

I had no response to that.

"You gonna be good with that?" Sam asked turning back around to ask us. Might could negotiate a bit better...or more..."

"She's pure les..." Jillian answered for me. "Won't mind being looked at, but touched...no." Sam grinned, nodded her head.

"Two bras, half a dozen pairs of panties, and one of those off the wall. For that...you get to watch us for a bit, and then I'll finish you off with a hand job." Bob thought about it. "Make it a blow-job, and it's a deal."

"No cum in the mouth then, not for that," she countered.

"On your tits then."

"For that...she gets a bra off the wall."

Once more he sat thinking about it. "OK, deal. Early lunch today then. Go turn the sign and lock the door." He stood up, coming around the counter as Sam scurried off towards the door before any other customers came walking in. Sure enough, he had a hard on, his thick massive dick sticking straight out. He led us into the adult novelty area, and I noticed there was another door leading through that into another area.

"The back office," Jillian informed me as Sam just then caught up to us. "We've been in there a couple of times before," she added.

Sam was already peeling the top of her leotard off by the time we had entered his somewhat cluttered office. Not too surprisingly, there was a leather couch sitting off to one side, about the only thing that wasn't cluttered.

"I'm not sure I feel real comfortable about this," I whispered worriedly.

"Relax. You don't have to really do much of anything. He'll want to see your tits, but beyond that, it'll be mostly Sam going down on me while you play with hers and mine a little, something like that. He'll get off on watching her licking me. After I get off...which I always do, she'll finish him, then we'll go back and do our shopping. Shouldn't take more than twenty minutes or so, give or take a few." I was surprised when Jillian suddenly stripped completely down, like me...she hadn't worn anything beneath her jeans and blouse either, though obviously she had come prepared for this. I just happened to be that way. I stood off to one side, nervously, though finally pulling my tee up and over my head, revealing my breasts. I was surprised to find myself a bit shy and nervous, until Sam came over, perfect height for her, as she now cupped and latched onto one of my breasts, sucking it. Already I could hear Bob's breathing getting harder as he sat behind his desk, no doubt busy jerking himself off while he watched us.

"Come on baby. Come lick my pussy. It's horny for you."

"And I'm horny for it too!" Sam responded, reluctantly leaving off my tit, though she still held my hand, drawing me over towards the couch with her. "Play with mine while I'm licking her," she informed me. "Two reasons..." she then whispered. "One...I like it. And two...Bob will get worked up really, really fast the more the three of us do together," she winked at me conspiratorially. "Get the picture?"

I did, nodded back at her, and began fondling her sweet small, very perky breasts.

I was honestly surprised to find myself becoming quite aroused, and now starting to get off on this. Even when I heard Bob suddenly stand up, walking over to stand next to us there on the couch. Sam was still hungrily licking Jillian's pussy. I had been asked, and thus managed to pull down Sam's leotard completely where it now lay all bunched up around her ankles. I was finger-fucking her twat, one...two and finally three fingers as she instructed me to do the wetter and wetter that she got. It was also oddly arousing to look up, watching Bob who had removed his own pants, though still wearing a shirt, he stood fisting his rather impressive looking cock. It was now making a lot of very slick, slippery sounds, much like I very often did to myself when I once had a dick. Though the sounds I was making in Sam's pussy where just as wet and slick sounding.

"Fuck that's hot," he groaned deeply looking on. "I'll throw in one of my best negligees if you'll fuck Sam with a strap on," he urged us all. "While she sucks me," he then added to that. Sam looked back over her shoulder towards me, questioning. I looked past her to Jillian.

"Up to you," she said non-commitally. "But I certainly could use a new one," she implied letting me know that it would go much in the way of repaying certain favors here. I felt like I owed it to her. And besides...I actually did want to try doing that. We hadn't gotten around to doing so the night before, and now I was thinking about it again...curious.

"Yeah, ok...sure. Why not?" I actually answered seeing the delightful look of surprise on both Sam and Jillian's faces upon hearing that.

"A new one," Sam then said looking at Bob. "And this one...I get to keep!"

"Ok, ok...but the three of you are robbing me blind today!" He complained half-heartedly. "And I knew then, he was getting his money's worth, even more so than we probably were. Sam finished pulling off the rest of her clothes and then ran bare-assed naked back into the novelty section of the shop, returning a few minutes later with a brand new package, ripping it open.

"Get the cleaning solution and lube," she told Bob. He turned heading back to his desk, opening a drawer, and handing her a couple of bottles along with some clean towels. Sam was quick about her business, handing me the contraption a moment or two later. "Ever tried one of these?"

"Nope...first time using one this way," I stated. Once again, she seemed to understand my statement.

"Cool. First time for everything I always say. Ok Bob, soon as she's in me...you're up."

Jillian had slid off the couch by this time and helped me to secure this interesting contraption on me once I had also finished undressing. The three of us all now entirely naked as Bob seated himself on the couch, Sam leaning over, already starting to fondle and suck his cock while I stood behind her, Jillian helping to guide my fake prick into the opening of her pussy. I had no misconceptions about this either, or so I thought. About to fuck my first cunt as a woman, I knew going in that I wouldn't be feeling or sensing it the way I would be doing as a man. This was about her, her pleasure, and me giving it. And Bob getting it watching me as I did that, as I fucked her.

Well...that and the blowjob she was now giving him too of course.

Boy was I surprised.

As I began to ease in and out of the young woman's pussy, Jillian stood behind me, her hands coming around to cup and fondle my breasts. Once more that direct line connection from nipples to clit seemed to fire up again. And even more startling, with each thrust into Sam's cunt, I felt the press, and the tickle of the device which fit snuggly over my mound. It was stimulating me too, caressing my split, especially as I impaled her, and then stood grinding against her for a moment before withdrawing again. Sam was gyrating and rolling her ass as well, fucking me back, somehow managing to hold on to Bob's prick as she sucked it without biting it off as I caused her to moan repeatedly. With Jillian behind me, just the press of her bare breasts digging into my back was enough added stimulation, and I reached back, quickly finding her wet succulent pussy with my fingers, now toying with her all the while shoving and thrusting away.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, gonna cum!" Bob announced. Almost immediately Sam backed up, almost standing up, though ensuring I remained deeply inside her.

"Here they are!" She said cupping her small little breasts, not even then managing to make enough of a difference in doing so, so firm and perky where they, and not even large enough to press the two of them together in doing so either. Bob stroked his own cock now, fiercely, rapidly, and soon began spunking her tits with a rather large copious amount of semen, that was honestly...rather impressive. They were soon drenched in rivers of his cream, so much so that it was running down her tummy, dripping onto the floor.

"Make...me...cum...too!" She finally cried out, half standing, half bent over as I slammed wildly in and out of her. Enjoying the sensation, going through the motions so to speak of what I was used to, and yet...finding pleasure in it, in an entirely different way. Feeling the slap, tickle caress of the device against my own clit. Before I realized it, I clenched, clenched again, heard Sam crying out just as my own orgasm washed over me. Even Jillian joined us somehow, having now straddled my leg, humping herself against me like a dog in heat. The slickness of her own cunt juices bathing my leg as the three of us actually managed a near-simultaneous climax together.

Our supposed lunch hour had indeed passed quickly. Not wanting to lose any more business that he already may have, Bob dressed and hurried back into the sales area, leaving the three of us to dress and straighten things up again.

"That was fun!" Sam announced playfully. "We'll have to do this again...and soon too!" She added to that with a wink. We then followed her out back into the main area of the store, did our shopping, and soon after left with a plethora of goodies in our bags. Including a brand new double-dildo that Sam had managed to toss in while Bob was busy with another customer.

"Call me!" She said speaking to Jillian, though looking at me. "I'd enjoy fucking you sometime myself."

It had been another very interesting day, and it was still early afternoon by the time we arrived back at my place.

"You're coming over for dinner again later yes?" Jillian asked. As tempting as the offer was, especially as I was interested in seeing what the new toy would look and feel like, I was honestly exhausted. And at the moment, all I really wanted to do was take a nice long nap, catch up on some much needed sleep, and probably spend time doing a little more research.

I begged off for that evening, telling her I still had a lot to do, being honest about the sleep, and promised that we would get together again real soon. Though slightly disappointed upon hearing that, Jillian at least understood. We kissed as friends, and then went our separate ways into our respective apartments. The moment I walked in, I saw a small flashing light coming from my PC. It was an alert that I had an email waiting for me. I rushed over towards it, looked at the subject line. It read from Chris Smith:

"If you mean what I think you mean...call me. Right away."

I clicked on the message, opening it. He had given me a phone number.

I dialed the number. The area code informing me he was in a neighboring state. He picked up on the second ring, his voice warm, friendly and very masculine.

"This is Chris," he had answered, almost as though expecting my call. Though I am sure the unfamiliar number on his caller ID probably hinted at that.

"Hi...this is..." I almost didn't know which name to give him. "Faye," I finally stated, figuring the sound of a woman's voice, using the name Howard might be just a little too weird, and put him on the defensive. I had no idea if he actually knew anything about what I was soon going to be telling him. If he did, then the name really wouldn't matter after I had shared my strange little story. "I'm very curious about the message you left me," he began. "Would you care to tell me what you meant by that?"

I had absolutely nothing to lose at this point, especially with time working against me now. The odds were that Faye would be waking up soon, and when she did...inside my body, all sorts of complications would no doubt arise from that. I decided to tell him everything, start to finish about how I had found myself now inside my cousin's body...and she in mine. To my surprise, he listened intently without interruption. Only when I had finished, waiting for him to tell me I was some kind of a kook, or idiot, and that I had wasted his precious time, he said instead.

"Give me your address. I'll be there first thing in the morning."

"You're kidding right?" I asked. "You're seriously going to fly here to see me based on what I told you over the phone?"

"For starters...yes. I need to meet you, see you. There's a few other things I'm going to need to do once I am sure you are who you say you are. But it starts with me getting there first. You willing?"

Once again, I was growing desperate here, running out of options. "I am yes. What airline will you be flying in on? I can meet you at the airport."

"Don't worry about that. I have my own plane, which is why I will be in early. If what you're saying is true...we don't have a whole lot of time here. I'll explain everything else to you once I've arrived, and we'll take things from there."

I got very little sleep. Waking early, nervous and apprehensive. And though he said he'd be here in the morning, he'd said nothing about what time I should expect him. I had put on the coffee, just sitting down to have my first cup, not even properly dressed yet when there came a knock on my door. I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. It wasn't even seven in the morning yet!

"No way," I thought gathering my robe about me, cinching the sash as I had little else on save for a pair of my own boxers, which felt just a bit more comfortable to me than the women's panties did. Especially those we had gotten from the lingerie store Samantha worked at. I peered through the security peep, saw what appeared to be a middle-aged, attractive looking man standing outside, calling out to him. "Yes? Who is it?"

"Chris Smith. Are you...Howard?" He asked, not even hesitating, even upon hearing the sound of a woman's voice. I hurriedly answered the door before either one of my neighbors could become curiously aware of his presence. That would be hard enough trying to explain to them, let alone anything else.

"Wow...that was fast," I said stepping back inviting him in.

"I left first thing. Had a car waiting for me when I arrived. Wanted to get here as soon as possible. Like I said, if you're for real...then time really is of the essence here."

"I'm for real," I assured him. "Everything I told you is the god's honest truth!" He merely nodded his head, walking past me into the darker area of my still unlit sitting room.

"I need to do something," he informed me. "It's a simple thing really, and not exactly a full proof test as to what you're saying. But it's a start. I need to look into your eyes with a pen-light."

Chris appeared to be in his early to mid forties. Reasonably attractive, though admitting that to myself seemed oddly strange. And yet there was something about him that I found intriguing. He had deep blue eyes, dark brown wavy hair with just a hint of grey beginning to form at the temples. He already had a few worry lines starting to edge about his eyes, telling me he hadn't exactly had an easygoing life. And yet they didn't make him look old, as much as just handsomely rugged.

"Ok," I answered. "Where do you want me?"

"Over here in the dark," he said. "Keep your eyes wide open, looking directly at me. Try to ignore the light until I say otherwise."

I stood before him doing as he'd asked. He clicked on the small little light, and then brought it up towards my eyes in a flash after that. My vision was blurred for a moment, and then he stepped back, once more looking at me. "Ok, you can turn the lights on now if you'd like. I have a story to tell you."

I sat in stunned silence as Chris began talking to me, beginning with the reason for the light. He had explained that he had met three others like myself, making this claim. And that all three...for whatever reason, passed this particular little test he had given me. Apparently, my eyes dilated a lot slower than most everyone else's did. It wasn't really all that noticeable. But to the trained, observant eye...it was enough. I had passed the test.

"So you've...you've met others like me making the same claim about being in the wrong body?"

"Yes, like I said. It's rare...very rare, but I have yes. That is actually all I do now, researching this phenomenon, seeking to find others, like yourself...and help them if I can."

I almost wanted to cry. "So you do believe me then. You believe that I am Howard, and that I'm in my cousin's body. And that she...is currently in mine." He already knew of course about my body lying in a comatose state in a nearby hospital, though unlike me...the news that I could be coming out of the coma at any time now, wasn't necessarily good news to him.

"The reason I believe you implicitly Howard, is because of this. You see...my name IS Chris. Or to be more exact, Christine. I've been living in my husband's body for going on ten years now. Very few know that, less than a handful, most of which are on my personal staff." I stood there staring at him, taking in every square inch of him again. There was nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing about him that suggested he was anything other than a man. And a very masculine one at that. There was nothing effeminate about him in any way shape or form.

"How?" I said almost collapsing, sitting down on the couch now on shaky legs, no longer able to support my weight as he took another chair sitting next to me.

"Like you, my husband and I went through a rather traumatic experience. We enjoyed going on white-water rafting trips, not the easy ones either. But the more adventurous, somewhat dangerous excursions. As luck would have it, we hit a particular area that was known for turning rafts, capsizing them, but up until then anyway, no one had ever drowned because of it. Before I knew it, our boat was caught, tossed, and overturned. The current was unusual however, the water level a bit lower than it usually was, and because of that, the undertow a bit stronger, unbeknownst to any of us. The next thing I know, I have this sensation of leaving my body, underwater no less.

I could see my body, flapping about, lifeless...and knew almost at once, I was dead. And then there were people, in the water with us, pulling on us...and I saw myself, as well as my husband's body being taken back up to the surface. What was odd, and somewhat different than the way you described your own experience, was that I saw someone giving CPR to me...and then breath! I knew that was virtually impossible. How could I be breathing, and yet still existing outside of my own body? I then heard someone else saying that they couldn't find a pulse, couldn't get Steven to breathe. Someone else saying that it was too late, that he was dead. I don't know why, but I knew that we would soon both be, unless I acted, and thus did what I did. What you did. I entered his body with my soul. The next thing I remember, is waking up in the hospital...in this body. Not my own. And it's been this way ever since."

"What about your...your husband?" I asked hearing the strange words coming out of my mouth, speaking to a man as though he was a she, and not visa versa. But then again...look who was talking here.

"Like your cousin, he's been in a coma ever since. For a long time I went through the nightmare, trying to figure it all out, learning what I could, until eventually stumbling on someone else with a similar story. And then things just sort of took off from there. I'm financially well off, so I have plenty of means to do the research that I do, with very few knowing anything about it. There would be far too much judgment, disbelief for one thing. But for another, I have no desire to subject myself to being put through a battery of tests either, or eventually being labeled a lunatic. Something I am sure you've had the same worries and concerns about yourself."

"Ten years? And he's still alive then?"

"Yes. He is seen to by my own personal staff. It has been my hope that one day I would find a way to reach him, to convince him that he's still alive, and unfortunately, just residing in the wrong body. I even believe that once I actually came close to touching his consciousness, I could feel it, sense it...like a nagging thought, or a word just on the tip of your tongue like you can't remember it. And then it was gone. I haven't felt it since. And yet, I know he's still in there, still alive...just hiding for lack of a better word for it."

"So...what do we do next then?"

"That's the hard part. First, you're going to have to trust me...implicitly. Second...you have to also believe that what I'm telling you...is as true as what you have told me. Do you believe that Howard? Do you also believe that I am who I say I am without hesitation? The reason I ask you that, is because in the end...it may make all the difference in the world...for both of us. For all four of us."

"All four of us?"

"Yes, because if this works...and I'll be honest with you here Howard, there are no guarantees. Only a hunch. But one I have studied carefully, and done all the research on that I can. I've since come to the absolute conclusion, from everything I've read, everything I've seen, and everyone that I've actually traveled around the world to actually speak to about it. There's only one possible solution to any of this if we're to have any chance of living out the rest of our lives in our own bodies again."

"And what's that?" I had to ask.

He...or rather she, looked at me intently, and then said. "I need to fuck you."

"You need to do what?"

"I know...it probably sounds strange to you hearing that. So let me explain, or try to anyway. So please...hear me out, and then decide. But trust me..."

"Yeah right, where've I heard that one before?" I thought, though he continued.

"The French have a phrase for it. They call it "little death," have you heard that saying before?"

I had...nodding my head.

"Well there's a lot more to it than that of course, even the Buddhist Monk's have some teachings on it...the spiritual aspects of it. That the moment of orgasm, is about as close as we come...as human beings from actually leaving our temporal forms. But there is a moment, when as some believe, we actually do. It's a split second, a fraction of a split second in fact...where we actually can, and where some have. It's that moment...that gives us the one and only chance we'll have to reach out in the world or plane of neither here...nor there, to contact Steven, and hopefully Faye as well. But we can only do that, only accomplish that, if we're able to reach that exquisite plane of ecstasy together...simultaneously."

I couldn't count the number of times on one hand where I had actually experienced a simultaneous orgasm with anyone. Let alone...it needing to be the most intense, most cosmic, most explosive orgasmic release even possible when we did.

"That's it...that's the solution. We have to fuck...and then come...simultaneously, and it has to basically be the best orgasm ever. That's what you're telling me."

"In a nut-shell, yes. But that's also why we need to get started now. Why we need to fuck now, and get the preliminaries over with."

"Preliminaries?"

"Yeah, let's face it Howard. Until you and I are comfortable and totally familiar with one another's bodies, how we respond to sensual touch, what drives each one of us over the top most of all...we'll never achieve that level of pleasure unless we practice, become familiar with one another. Inside and out so to speak. So you see? We do need to start, and start soon...before Faye does wake up in your body, and very possibly make it even more difficult for you to reach her. You in fact have a far better chance of reaching her, that I do of reaching Steven. But I have to try. And in the trying, hopefully...you'll have an even better chance of being successful. But yeah...we need to get started then as soon as we can. We need to get the awkward moments out of the way. We need to get in tune with one another, comfortable with one another, totally...and completely, uninhibited with one another. And that means..."

"We need to fuck. Only in this case, you're the man...and I'm the woman, even though it's actually the other way around."

"Yeah, sort of makes things interesting doesn't it?"

"I'd say that's a major understatement," I told her. "To begin with, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you are indeed a woman...and not a man. I mean...you do have a penis you know, and you're going to be putting that inside me. It's the visual picture here I'm going to have a little problem dealing with."

"Well if it makes you feel any better Howard. Same holds true for me too. I know some believe it's a lot easier for a woman to be with another woman. But not in my case. I know, because I've actually tried that. Not that I haven't enjoyed the experience, but it's simply not my cup of tea. And then try to imagine the other side of that coin. Approaching another man, someone I AM actually attracted to. And not the feminine, truly gay men either Howard. I'm NOT gay...I'm a woman. I'm a woman who is attracted to men. Not gay men. Not lesbian women. So you see, in many ways, it's been far harder on me. Which is why I don't mind telling you...it's been a while."

He/She...had a point there. There was a whole bunch of things I was going to have a problem dealing with here myself. "I think in the beginning, it might help if we do it the first time in the dark. Try to see ourselves for ourselves, who we truly are as a human beings. With luck, the real us...will relax and reveal themselves, and get us both through the first few awkward moments."

I hesitated for a moment...weighing the options. But there weren't any. "So no real chance that we'll somehow manage to accomplish it the first time?"

She laughed. "I seriously doubt it. Like I said, for one thing...I don't know about you, but I'm damn nervous. It really has been a while for me, with a man or a woman. And secondly...I'm pretty sure, I'm not going to last a long enough time to get us both to that simultaneous point anyway. If anything, I may be a bit, well...shall we say premature in that department?"

Now I had to laugh, the tables suddenly turned. "Ok, I see your point. So...we get familiar, used to one another first."

"Exactly."

"We need to...find a way...to arouse and excite one another."

"Yes."

We were standing there in my bedroom now, looking at one another. I felt like a bride on my wedding night. Though why that thought suddenly filled my head, I had no idea.

"You want me to undress first?" She asked.

"How about you start...and then I'll catch up. You're wearing a bit more than I am," though suddenly I then remembered, I was wearing a pair of my old boxer shorts. At least, I sort of looked cute and sexy in them.

She took off her shirt, kicking off her dark brown very expensive looking Wing Tips. I then realized, that she...or he under the circumstances was actually blushing a little. She paused briefly, unbuckling her belt, unzipping her fly. I undid the sash on my robe, allowing it to part, revealing to her...him, my pert full breasts. Though that wasn't where her eyes were at the time. She was looking at my groin, suddenly smiling, and then laughing.

"What's so funny? You don't like the way I look in boxer shorts?"

"Oh it's not that. Not that at all. Funny how some things never do change do they?" She opened her pants fully, letting them fall around her feet. She...he...stood before me wearing a black, lacy, skimpy pair of women's bikini panties.​