Spy Swap" by Carol Collins

Spy Swap by Carol Collins

Part 1

The beautiful scantily clad redhead teenager stood poised on the diving board as she waved at her sixty two year old Greek Banker companion. Her designer made green bikini consisted of two tiny triangles of thin silk covering the prominent pink nipples on her gravity defying cone shaped C cup breasts. Another pair of wispy silk triangles concealed the tiny red patch of pubic hair, vagina and cleft between the prominent cheeks of her very shapely bottom. Her normally pale skin had become tanned from her month long stay on the Island of Corfu. Her green eyes were gleaming as she smiled and waved to her elderly lover before diving into the pool of clear blue water.

Nickalus Damansis, an extremely wealthy and powerful international banker smiled as Gretchen Dorfman's curvy body slipped into the cool water of the swimming pool. He had been one of the judges at the Miss Europe Beauty contest, where he had met the luscious redhead from eastern Germany. She had actually made a play for him, even though he was over forty years older than she. How could he say no to such a gorgeous and youthful creature. Gretchen had been a runner up in the contest and had returned to Greece with him for an indefinite period of time. For over a month, he had had wild and very satisfying sex with the beauty contestant.

Nickalus sipped his wine and watched as Gretchen slowly climbed the steps at the end of the pool. The rays of sunlight glistened in each and every droplet of water, making it appear as if she were covered in diamonds that either clung or ran down the curves of her five foot six inch nearly nude body. Nickalus felt a stirring in the confines of his swim trunks. "Aw, yes," he thought, "there is nothing like having a young beautiful girl to bring out the youth in an old man!"

Gretchen put a little extra movement in the swiveling of her hips as she came closer to the Grecian banking tycoon. She sat on his lap and wiggled her shapely round bottom. Her reward was the feeling of a stiffening penis beneath her. Gretchen placed her slim arms around his neck and gently kissed her elderly lover's lips. She parted her own lips when his tongue slipped into her mouth.

Nickalus and Gretchen moved to the privacy of their extremely large and luxurious bedroom. He was out of his trunks and lying on the bed waiting for his partner to join him within seconds. Gretchen had learned to make him wait to build the level of excitement. Nickalus never tired of seeing the beautiful redhead peeling her clothing from her exquisite form. She was absolutely perfect.

Gretchen's nipples were so pink! So succulent! So large and pointed! Nickalus's mouth watered as he studied her body for about the ten thousandth time. He knew that he really should have insisted that she win the contest. The other judges would not have dared go against his wishes. However, he had actually arranged for Gretchen to loose the contest so that she could accompany him back to his home in Greece instead of assuming her year long duties as Miss Europe. He was accustomed to getting what he wanted. He was selfish and had done what he thought was best for him. He wanted the teenage redhead free to be his plaything. Little did he realize that Gretchen knew exactly what he had done.

The fraulein turned her shapely bottom toward her elderly lover as she pushed the scrap of green silk cloth down over her cute tush. The faint bikini suntan lines and the way she was standing emphasized the curvature of her bottom. Nickalus's penis was standing at it's full height as she turned to face him.

Gretchen climbed onto the satin covered king size bed and straddled his slightly overweight body. She grinned down at him as she settled herself down onto his rigid tool. He watched his young lover's facial expression as she sank down completely engulfing him. He had never made love with anyone so beautiful. "Perhaps," he thought to himself, "I should ask this girl to marry me. Even if it turns out that she is after my money, I can afford it. Besides, the sex would be worth it!"

Gretchen began rising and falling. The rhythmic movements began with gentle motions, but built up to a bed shaking crescendo as both participants reached a mutual climax. Their perspiration coated bodies lay in each other's arms as their breathing and heart rates returned to a normal pace. They cuddled each other for several minutes as each indulged their private thoughts. If Nickalus had only known what was going through the head of the pretty redhead, he would have ran from the room.

The couple's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the private telephone in the bedroom. Nickalus knew that it was important. It was the bank wanting him to electronically authorize the transfer of funds to a Swiss account. Nickalus was feeling so relaxed after the fabulous sexual activities, that he decided to use the computer in the bedroom without asking Gretchen to leave the room.

Gretchen moved behind the elderly man as he input his special passwords and she nibbled on the side of his neck. Her green eyes flashed as she memorized the access codes. It had taken a month to get the secret passwords, she had planned all of this to get the codes that would allow her and her organization complete freedom to raid the Greek banking system of most of it's wealth. Hundreds of millions of dollars were now within her delicate grasp.

Later that night, while going out to dinner at one of Corfu's exclusive restaurants, Nickalus met with a fatal accident. His Rolls Royce convertible ran through a guard rail and off a cliff, plunging over a hundred feet into the sea. Luckily for his young dinner companion, she was able to leap to safety as the automobile crashed through the guard rail. At least, that was the official story filed in the accident report.

Two Months Earlier

Yuri Chomenko was born seventy two years ago in the city of Omsk in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic. A checkered early career in various government agencies, followed by a meteoric rise in the ranks of the KGB left him with the rank of Major in the secret police of the Soviet government by the time that the Soviet Union disintegrated. Chomenko, a devious and despicable little man with no regard for Human life, had been in charge of the East German KGB office where he had been responsible for arrests, interrogations, tortures and executions. He had made many enemies and had been in hiding in one of the old KGB medical research facilities in eastern Germany when Doctor Hartz's memory sharing experiment had finally proven to be successful. The ability to swap the minds of two people had opened up a means of escaping the wheels of justice for the now frail but still very evil seventy two year old man.

Chomenko, and his small team of agents, scoured the country to find the perfect person for him to switch places with. An important person of power and wealth was the first choice, but they all had body guards. A redheaded beauty contestant named Gretchen Dorfman was finally selected because of the fact that Nickalus Damansis was to be a judge in the Miss Europe Contest in a couple of weeks. It was common knowledge that the horny old Greek had a weakness for pretty redheads and Gretchen Dorfman was a contestant. Yuri could have sent another agent in the young redhead's body, perhaps even Olga, his one remaining female agent, but he did not trust anyone with the bank password codes. They might become greedy, transfer the money into their own bank account and never come back. Gretchen Dorfman was kidnapped one dark evening, brought back to the research facility, strapped down on one of the two couches in the laboratory, electrodes were attached to her head and a switch was thrown. Blackness came over the young woman as she felt as if her mind was spinning out of control. When she revived, she felt as if she were dreaming. An older man in a white lab coat and a pretty brunette with long hair was helping her body to stand beside the other laboratory couch. She looked down to find that her body was now old, shriveled and male. She screamed in a crackling voice just before she fainted. She was not allowed to reawaken.

The news media carried the story of how the body of Yuri Chomenko, the ex-head of the East German KGB, had been found floating face down in the Elbe River. Many of the citizens of the re-unified Germany celebrated the passing of the evil tyrant who had been responsible for much Human suffering for so many of the years of communist rule. Little did they realize that the sadistic old man now had a new lease on life in the body of a gorgeous teenage girl.

Yuri/Gretchen lay back on the bed in his black silk lingerie as Olga entered the room. He had first felt highly disoriented in the body of the young female, but now was full of energy. He had not felt this good in many years. Having such a luscious feminine body was completely new, however. He could almost feel the female hormones coursing through his teenage body. He still retained all of his own memories. He could remember being a little boy growing up in Russia and the battles of World War Two. He remembered raping many of the attractive German women during the battle for Berlin. He remembered that if any German men tried to stop the rape of their women folk, he had shot them in cold blood. He remembered all of this very vividly in addition to all of the years as head of the KGB office, plus he had shadowy images of growing up as a redheaded girl in Communist East Germany as well. Yuri/Gretchen felt some sexual urges stirring in his young feminine body as he looked at Olga's attractive face. He had had the twenty five year old agent give him oral sex on many occasions during the time that he was running the East German KGB organization. He had always appreciated Olga's buxom figure. Now, his pretty green eyes swept up and down the voluptuous body that Olga had hidden beneath her coat and other clothing. He asked, "Did you see the news on television? Disposing of my old carcass was a good move, they all believe that I am dead. I am free to continue in this body until I tire of it. Then, we will procure another for me to inhabit. I can go on this way forever. If you play your cards right, Olga, I shall let you do the same. Immortality! Can you imagine?" A strange expression flashed across his deceptively pretty face as he added, "Olga, be a good girl and take off your clothing."

Olga looked to see if her boss was serious. It was difficult for her to equate the gorgeous teenager lounging on the bed in her black silk brassiere and panties as her evil old supervisor. She did, however, recognize the gleam in the eyes as being that of Yuri Chomenko. Even in his current form, Olga knew better than to disobey her boss.

Yuri/Gretchen smiled as he watched the now older female agent removing her black leather coat. She wore a blue woolen sweater and a black wool skirt that ended at her shapely knees. Black leather high heel boots ended just below her knees. Olga nervously peeled the woolen sweater up over her head, letting her long brunette hair fall back around her shoulders and revealing her blue cotton blouse. She saw that the young redhead was smiling as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Olga's DD cup breasts strained the cups of her white satin brassiere as she bent to remove her dark wool skirt.

Yuri/Gretchen was becoming even more excited as he watched the twenty five year old and very shapely female agent disrobing. He had always found her body exciting but had been too old to properly respond. His old and shriveled penis had required prolonged oral sex in order for him to reach an erection and orgasm. Now, he had no penis, but felt many of the same sensations of sexual excitement as he saw the shapely woman in her sexy white satin brassiere, matching white satin garter belt, white satin bikini panties, smoke gray nylon stockings and high heel black leather boots.

Sexy lingerie was standard issue to all attractive KGB female agents. They never knew when they would be called upon to use their bodies to sway a potential informant. Many men had been induced to betray their country by a sexy KGB female spy. Yuri/Gretchen's nipples stiffened as he remembered that KGB training included the correct techniques to seduce anyone of the same sex. Olga had been taught how to seduce lesbians as well as men. The redhead could feel the crotch of her black silk panties moistening as she thought of the brunette's talented tongue.

Yuri/Gretchen gazed into Olga's big blue eyes and said, "Seduce me. I want to see how responsive this body is. And, I want my first experience to be with a woman."

Olga slowly moved to sit beside the teenager on the bed. She actually preferred women to men. "At least," she thought to herself, "this is better than having to suck his dried up old cock!" Olga leaned forward to press her lips to the full red lips of her boss. After a couple of tender and slow kisses, her tongue entered the mouth of the teenage redhead. Olga found herself enjoying herself as her hands moved to caress the black silk covered cone shaped breasts.

Yuri/Gretchen lay back and surrendered to the flood of sensations that swept through his new body. He was enjoying the ministrations so much that he did not know when Olga unhooked his brassiere. He was, however, totally aware of when the brunette's lips wrapped around one of his big pink nipples and began to apply suction. It was as if his female body took on an electrical charge as Olga licked and sucked his swelling nipple. Olga switched to his other nipple as her fingers dipped into the front of his black silk panties and found his clitoris. He experienced his first female orgasm within thirty seconds.

Yuri/Gretchen lay back on the bed trying to get control of his breathing as Olga slipped his panties down over his smooth shapely legs. He heard his new voice making a yelping sound as the female KGB agent's tongue penetrated his labia and assaulted his clit. Olga used every trick she knew to bring the young redhead to a series of intense orgasms. Even she was surprised at the orgasmic response from her transformed boss.

Yuri/Gretchen and Olga spent several hours exploring the reactions of his new body to sexual stimulus. He had never felt such satisfaction. He was so excited, he went down on Olga for the first time. They finished up on the bed doing a sixty nine. Olga wore only her white satin garter belt and smoke colored nylon stockings as she straddled the younger redhead. She settled her own dripping crotch onto the teenager's gorgeous face as she drove her own face into the juicy red haired pussy of her boss. After them being together for many years, Olga had her first orgasm with Yuri Chomenko.

Over the next couple of days, Yuri/Gretchen practiced having sex with some of the other male KGB agents. Even though they all knew who the beautiful teenager really was, they still were able to rise to the occasion when their boss removed his clothing and strutted his glorious feminine body in front of them in sexy lingerie or in the nude. Yuri developed his female sexual techniques for pleasing a man. He had some hazy memories from Gretchen's past and used them to apply make up and behave as a natural girl as well as having sex.

Yuri/Gretchen returned to Gretchen's home before leaving for the Miss Europe Beauty Contest. Gretchen's family had been in a state of panic because she had been missing for almost a week. They were so relieved that she appeared to be okay, they failed to notice that her behavior was different. In truth, their Gretchen would never return.

At the beauty contest, Yuri/Gretchen made his play for the rich Greek banking tycoon. He even found out that the old banker had arranged for him to loose the contest so that he could accompany the Greek back to his home on Corfu. Damansis had played right into the ex-KGB agent's hands. And, it resulted in the death of the lecherous old banker.

Gretchen relaxed on the bed in the mansion that she had purchased just outside of Frankfurt, Germany, with her ill- gotten funds. The silken sheets under her nude body sent delicious sensations through her curvy body. Olga, also nude, lay next to her. Both were still covered by a light film of perspiration, the result of a very satisfying lesbian sexual encounter.

Gretchen had plundered the Greek banking system for over eight hundred million US dollars! She had a Porsche and a Mercedes setting in her garage. Her crew of ex-KGB agents were now her personal body guards and servants. Still, with all of this, Gretchen was not satisfied with her wealth. She still had the same evil mind that Yuri Chomenko had used to rise to the top of the KGB in East Germany. She still had the burning need for power.

Gretchen had learned that twelve thermonuclear warheads were available on the black market. Her old connections with the ex-Soviet military leadership had proven to be helpful. Of course, the communications had been by secret coded messages and the Generals did not know of Yuri's transformation. They had heard of Chomenko's body being found in the Elbe River and had assumed that he was dead. Gretchen had withheld the news of the success of Dr. Hartz's memory transfer machine from her old comrades. She had other plans for his machine.

With the nuclear weapons under her control, Gretchen would be able to extort anything she wanted from the soft consumer oriented capitalist countries. The United States and Britain would be easy targets for her reign of blackmail and terror. Her pretty face took on a look of pure evil as she imagined the empire that she could build for herself with her new power. There was only one catch. The Soviet Generals wanted one billion US dollars for the warheads. And the price was non-negotiable. Gretchen needed even more money.

Gretchen had found what she believed to be another source for large amounts of illegal cash. A new computer program had been written in the United States to manage banking accounts and the twelve Federal Reserve Banks had just adopted it to keep up with the American dollar. If she could acquire a copy of the software and the access codes, she would be able to siphon at least a billion dollars from the American banking system. She had developed a plan to carry out her evil desires.

Gary Richards stood in front of his bathroom mirror as he shaved. His blonde hair was both turning gray and turning loose. It was gray around the sides and slowly getting bald on top. "I guess being forty nine has it's down side," Gary thought to himself. Looking at the bright side, he grinned, "Still, getting older beats the alternative!"

Gary's gray eyes scrutinized his appearance in the mirror. At least he was still a fairly good looking man. Six foot tall and in relatively good physical condition. He was divorced and living alone in his large California home. He had a daughter, Jennifer Richards, that he loved and they had a great father-daughter relationship. He had his own computer software company and was financially secure. He needed to be. His daughter's impending wedding was going to be an expensive affair. His company's money management software had been bought by the twelve independent Federal Reserve Banks. Even he was startled by the amount of money that he had been paid for his company's software. His only indulgence, up till now, was his souped up sports car. He was, however, considering trading in his modified Mitsubishi 3000 GT for a Ferrari or a Porsche. He could now afford it, if, his daughter's wedding did not break his bank account.

Gary arrived at the office to find another piece of great news awaiting him. He had won a contest where the first prize was an all expenses paid luxury vacation to Germany. There were pictures of a palatial mansion outside of Frankfurt where he would be staying for a week. The mansion would be staffed with servants. A Porsche and a Mercedes for his use were included. Gary sat back in his chair and thought about the fact that his ancestors had immigrated from Germany and that he had never visited there. Having just sold the software to the Federal Reserve, he had some time to kill before his company stated working on the new programs. It was a month before Jennifer's wedding. He would accept the prize and take a week off.

Gary called his daughter to see if she could accompany him on his vacation. Unfortunately, she had wedding arrangements to make and other prior commitments. She would not be free to go. He was between girlfriends and had no one else that he wanted to ask. Gary called the number in Germany and arrangements were made for his airline ticket. He was pleased to hear that he would be flying across the Atlantic ocean on the Concorde. The fleet of supersonic aircraft were aging and this would be his first, and maybe only, opportunity to fly faster than the speed of sound. He hung up the phone and smiled as he thought about how pleasant his first vacation in over ten years was going to be. Little did he know!

As Gary Richards disembarked his plane and entered the terminal building of the Frankfurt International Airport, he was greeted by two very beautiful women. One was a blue eyed brunette with long flowing hair and was in her mid twenties. She wore a blue silk dress that molded itself to her very large breasts, narrow waist, wide hips and long legs that were exposed up to her mid thigh. Dark stockings and pumps with very high heels completed her ensemble. The other had long red hair and green eyes. Her taller curvy figure was barely covered in a green silk dress that revealed as much as it covered. She also wore dark stockings and pumps with very high heels on her small dainty feet. Both women had every hair in place and were perfect examples of feminine beauty.

Gary was impressed by the gorgeous women as they welcomed him to Germany and introduced themselves to him. The brunette was Olga and the redhead was Gretchen. They recovered his baggage and had it carried to the waiting S class Mercedes sedan. Gary sat in the back seat with Olga on one side and Gretchen on the other. If he was lucky, he thought to himself, he would get lucky with one of the beautiful frauliens before his vacation was over. The chauffeur drove them out of the city and to the country estate that Gary had seen in the contest brochure.

The mansion was just as luxurious as the pictures in the brochure had shown that it would be. He regretted the fact that Jennifer had not been able to come on vacation with him. She had told him, "Dad, you don't need a daughter tagging along. Have some fun. Let go for a change. You never do anything wild and crazy. Do something different for a change."

The two young women asked if he had eaten. He was hungry, so they gave orders for a meal to be prepared while they showed him around the estate. The house was almost a palace! If he continued to make the kind of money he had made this year, he figured that he could afford such a home in about twenty or thirty years if he saved every penny. He decided that his own home would have to do.

The two women were friendly as they gave him the deluxe tour. They purposely omitted the large basement of the mansion. The memory swapping machine was set up down there. Dr. Hartz, his daughter, Anna, and his assistants were ready and waiting for their new victim.

When the meal was set on the long massive walnut dining table in the formal dining hall, Gary, Olga and Gretchen entered the room. Gary was impressed by the gourmet meal that awaited him. He sent his compliments to the chef when he finally pushed himself away from the dining table. Olga brought him an after dinner wine to sample. A few sips were all that was required for him to slump to the floor as consciousness slipped away.

Gretchen called for the two strong men that were waiting behind the door to the kitchen. They silently entered the room, picked up the drugged American computer programmer and carried him down the stairs to the basement laboratory. There, they strapped him to one of the two lab couches. Dr. Hartz attached the electrodes to his head and gave him a quick inspection before moving to the other couch.

Dr. Hartz was nervous about this swap since his own daughter, Anna, was to be switched with the American. His daughter had been a computer programming graduate student at the university and had not had the KGB training that members of the East German secret police had been given. He was uneasy about Anna going on such a potentially dangerous assignment, but Gretchen had insisted on his daughter volunteering. Gretchen would actually have preferred being in Richard's body but did not have the necessary expertise with computer systems and software. Using Dr. Hartz's daughter was the next best solution. Anna was a graduate student in advanced computer programming techniques. Since Gretchen would still have her father in the house, Anna was unlikely to take the money and run. Anna knew what might happen to her father if she did not do exactly as Gretchen had ordered.

Dr. Hartz looked into the big innocent blue eyes of his beautiful daughter. Her light blonde hair was worn in a casual shoulder length style and framed her youthful face. Her nose was turned up at slightly the tip and was very cute. Luscious red cupid bow lips turned up in a beautiful smile for her father, revealing perfect white teeth. She had a graceful neck, C cup breasts, a very narrow waist, small but shapely hips, very long legs for her five foot three height, sexy small ankles, dainty feet and graceful hands. Anna wore a tan silk blouse with a low neck line, brown linen skirt that ended at mid thigh, cinnamon colored stockings and brown leather high heel shoes with an ankle strap around her tiny ankles. Her clothing was tastefully expensive. Gretchen had bought them for her. Since Yuri had switched with Gretchen, he, in his new female body, had made several passes at the blonde university graduate student. Anna and her father had managed to always have an excuse for her declining the sexually obsessed redhead. Dr. Hartz was afraid that it was only a matter of time before his boss would no longer accept excuses.

Dr. Hartz leaned down to whisper in his daughter's ear, "Are you sure you want to go through with this? It could be very dangerous." He knew what her answer would be. Both of them had witnessed the wrath of Yuri Chomenko, now Gretchen Dorfman, and understood that things would not be pleasant for them if they defied their boss. Anna smiled, nodded her head and her father attached the electrodes to his only child's head.

Gretchen and Olga watched as the doctor operated his machinery. There was no flash that they could see. There was a flashing sensation inside the heads of both subjects. Gary Richards had been regaining consciousness as the button was pressed. The neural networks of his brain went into a firestorm of activity as it was first read, then written over. The same thing happened to Anna.

Dr. Hartz moved to the bodies strapped to the laboratory couches. First, by habit, he checked the body that his daughter had grown up in. It was in fine shape, even if his daughter's normally alert blue eyes looked to be dazed and confused. Next, he moved to check the body in which his daughter now resided. Gary's body had almost recovered from the effects of the drugs that he had been given, so, it was not very difficult to revive Anna.

Anna Hartz looked up at her father as the realization of what had been done flooded her mind. She whispered, "Father, did it work?" No one had to answer. Her voice was much lower in pitch and her body did not feel normal. Her straps were removed and she was helped into a sitting position. Anna glanced down at her new body. She was now a man!

The two large men that had carried Gary Richards down to the laboratory assisted Anna Hartz, in her still very unsteady male body, to climb the stairs and go to the room that Gary had been told was to be his for the duration of the stay, where she could lay down and recover from the effects of the transfer. After his daughter had left the room, the doctor turned his attention back to the blonde twenty two year old body that now housed a very confused Gary Richards.

Gary had awakened from his drugged state only to have his neurological circuits fried by the memory swapping machine. It still seemed as if his mind was spinning as he watched from a distance as two big men helped his body up from a couch, and, accompanied by the beautiful redhead, Gretchen, they climbed a set of stairs and left the basement. Now, he was so disoriented, he could not imagine what was going on. He even wondered if he had died and was having an after life experience. A strange man in a lab coat leaned over him and asked him how he felt. Gary had a few hazy memories of growing up as a little girl and having this man as his father. When Gary tried to reply, he found his voice to be higher pitched. Wires were removed from his head and straps were unbuckled from his arms, legs and body. It was when Gary raised his head and glanced down at his body as he was being unstrapped that he nearly went into shock! He was wearing a tan silk shirt that had a low cut neck. From his viewing angle, he could see cleavage between the two large hillocks on his chest. Just as he thought that things could not become any stranger, he noticed that he was also wearing a brown skirt who's hemline had shifted up to the top of his thin but shapely thighs. He was even positive that he could see pink garter tabs attached to the reinforced tops of a pair of cinnamon colored stockings. This had to be the weirdest dream that he had ever had!

In a thick German accent, the doctor said, "Come on, Mr. Richards. It is time for you to get up and start your new life. Not to worry, this is only temporary. In a couple of weeks, we will switch you and Anna back into your proper bodies and you will be released completely unharmed." Dr. Hartz believed that he was speaking the truth because he had been told this by Gretchen. He may have been the top neural scientist in the world, but he was woefully naive when it came to the world of espionage. The doctor was basically a good man and would not have gone along with Gretchen's evil plan if he had known all of the details.

The man in the white lab coat pulled Gary to a sitting position. Even though his breasts were supported in a brassiere, he felt them shift as he sat upright. The doctor told him to put his feet down and stand up. Gary swung his feet over the side of the couch and to the floor. He noticed that he was wearing high heel shoes on a pair of very tiny feet. And, his skirt had shifted to where it was around his hips, exposing his legs, nylon stockings, the darker tops of his stockings, the pink garter straps attached to the stocking tops, and a couple of inches of bare creamy white thigh between. "This is the most ridicules dream that I have ever experienced!" he thought to himself as he was helped to his feet by Dr. Hartz and Olga. Each had an arm around his very trim waist as they supported his petite new form between them. They moved slowly, with him tripping along on his very tall high heels. Gary thought, "A very strange dream, indeed!" His grogginess was receding a little as they reached the main floor of the mansion. He now remembered that he had won a contest and had gone to Germany on his first vacation in many years. He remembered the gorgeous redhead, Gretchen, that had accompanied his own body upstairs. And, he remembered the pretty long haired brunette that was on his left side as being Olga. He had absolutely no idea of how he came to be in this obviously female body nor of who the man in the lab coat really was.

The main staircase looked to be as high as Mount Everest to the still wobbly Gary. If it were not for the additional support that he was receiving, he would not have made it up the stairs at all. On the second floor, they moved down the wide hallway to a ornately carved oak door, it was opened by Olga and they entered the room that had been Anna's bedroom for the last few weeks.

Gary's new room had a large ornately carved four poster bed with a canopy top. There was an elegant dressing table along one wall that seemed to be covered in cosmetics and perfumes. Next to the table was a walk in closet as large as the average sized bedroom. Gretchen had been infatuated by the petite and very innocent looking blonde graduate student and had bought her many new clothes in the hopes of seducing her. The closet was still only half full. If Anna had been more cooperative, her closet would have been completely full.

The doctor and Olga led the still befuddled Gary to the side of the satin sheet covered bed. Olga turned down the covers as the Dr. Hartz held the body that, until a few minutes before, had been his daughter. He was shocked when Olga began unzipping Gary's brown skirt and let it fall to the floor. Pink silk bikini panties molded themselves to the delightful curves of the petite blonde body. The old fashioned pink silk garter belt kept the nylon stockings taunt as they encased the long shapely legs. He objected, "Olga, do not remove my daughter's clothing. I do not wish for Mr. Richards to see my daughter's body."

Olga rolled her blue eyes up to the concerned father's face as she pointed out, "Anna will be gone for about two weeks. Surely, you do not think that Gary Richards can be in her body for that long and never once see it? Until Anna returns, she is now a man and he is a woman. Besides, you surely don't expect a girl to sleep in her clothes for two weeks? How about using the bathroom? Don't you think that would also be a problem?" Slowly, the doctor realized that the female ex-KGB agent was right. "Dr. Hartz, perhaps it would be best if you waited outside while I get Richards ready for bed?" He reluctantly stepped out into the hallway, leaving his daughter's body in the hands of Olga.

Olga now had the cute little blonde body right where Yuri had wanted her from the first time that he had seen her when she was a young teenager. Only the fact that Dr. Hartz's services were vital to the future of the KGB had kept Anna safe from the evil clutches of the sadistic old man. Now that Yuri was in Gretchen's teenage female body, the desire had increased three fold. As Olga unbuttoned the tan silk blouse from the pretty blonde, she thought about how envious Gretchen would be when she told her about how she had undressed the object of Gretchen's desires.

Gary was still confused by all that had happened. Considering the situation, that was very understandable. He looked into the blue eyes of the brunette and found a look that he had only seen in a woman that was sexually excited. He glanced down to find that his blouse and skirt were gone. The low cut pink silk cups of his brassiere supported his boobs. Boobs! He should not have boobs! Then, he began remembering shadowy images of growing up as a girl. A girl named Anna.

Olga wrapped her arms around Gary's petite blonde body causing him to look up into her eyes as their breasts came into contact. Olga knew that a man was inside of the body but the innocent big blue eyes were enticing her to loose control. Her fingers found the catch at the back of Gary's brassiere and, through a force of will power, she released the vulnerable female body as the silk bra was slowly pulled from the cute blonde.

Gary found himself mesmerized by the sight and feel of his perfectly shaped C cup breasts. He had never seen such a perfect pair. Nor, had he ever seen a pair of breasts from this angle. He felt them sway gently from side to side as Olga had removed his pink bra. Olga could not resist passing her hands across the beautiful tits and the pink nipples that sprang to attention as she gently pinched them for a second or two. Olga felt her own panties growing moist as she thought of the fun she could have with Anna's body and that Anna would never even know!

Olga helped Gary to sit his cute little silk covered bottom on the side of the bed. He was still fascinated by his breasts and hardly noticed that the brunette was kneeling at his tiny high heeled feet. Olga unbuckled the ankle straps from the dainty ankles and slipped the shoes off of Gary's elegant feet. With her face only inches away from the silk protected vagina of the body of her boss's desires, Olga slowly unsnapped the garter tabs of the pink silk garter belt from the reinforced darker tops of the cinnamon colored nylon stockings. One at a time, she rolled the nylons down Gary's sexy legs.

Gary was rolled over onto the bed and lay on his tummy as Olga unhooked the pink silk garter belt from around his very tiny waist. She pulled the straps out from inside the pink panties of the nearly unconscious Gary Richard's new body. The after effects of the memory swapping machine was that the subjects were mentally tired and needed sleep. Olga could tell that the cute blonde was asleep even before the satin covers had been laid across his tender body. Gary, like Anna, would sleep until the next morning.

The next morning, Dr. Hartz examined his daughter, now in Gary Richards' body, to see if the transfer had been completely successful. They talked for half an hour. He gave his daughter a positive evaluation and moved to another bedroom to examine his daughter's body, now occupied by Gary Richards. He had to explain the transfer process to the still confused Richards, "We needed a person with access to certain software and passwords. In other words, we needed a spy. Rather than placing a mole in an organization and letting them be sleepers until we need them, we are using the memory swapping machine that I invented. The machine has switched your mind and our computer expert's mind into each other's body. When the mission is completed, both of you will be switched back into your correct bodies and you will be released."

Gary suddenly realized that this was no dream! He would not be waking up any moment! He really was awake and he was really in the body of a young woman! His blemish free skin became pale as he pulled the satin covers up closer to his slender neck in an effort to cover up his pretty female body. The thin satin sheet molded itself to his feminine curves. His breasts stood up in defiance of gravity. His pink nipples were nearly rigid and could be seen beneath the satin cloth. He was glad that he was still lying down or else he would have collapsed as the reality of his situation sank into his pretty little head.

Then, Gary realized why the swap had been made. The person that now controlled his own male body could go back to the United States where they would have free access to all of the programs that his company had written or interfaced with for the Federal Reserve Banks. All of the passwords and other codes would also be readily available to such an impostor! The entire Federal Reserve Banking System would be vulnerable to these people to loot or ruin!

Dr. Hartz took Gary's dainty little hand in his and he said, "As long as you cooperate with us while you are here, you will be well treated." He meant that. After all, he did not wish to see his daughter's body damaged in any way. He had considered keeping Gary Richards sedated for the duration of the swap, but two weeks was entirely too long of a time period, complications could occur that could cause permanent problems for his daughter's body.

The door opened as Gretchen and Olga entered the room. Yuri Chomenko had learned to love wearing sexy feminine clothing and the sexual power that she had over others since becoming Gretchen. Her luxurious red hair was piled high on top of her head, giving her another four inches in height. Her fingernails were long and painted crimson red. A thin blue satin blouse with a plunging v neckline revealed that she was not wearing a brassiere. Her magnificent cone shaped C cup breasts did not need any support. A wide black belt encircled her narrow waist. A tight black leather mini skirt left over half of her black silk stocking covered thighs exposed. On her small feet were a pair of thigh high black leather high heel boots with stiletto heels that were five inches in height. From the metallic tips of her pointed heels to the top of her flaming red hair, Gretchen was six foot three inches tall.

Olga was dressed more conservatively than her boss, but not by much. Her long brunette hair hung down her back in soft waves. Her extra long fingernails were also painted a bright red. She wore a midnight blue velvet wrap dress that was held together by a big bow tied at her narrow waist. It appeared that she was wearing a brassiere to support her massive breasts, but her nipples were erect and prominently displayed beneath her dress. Her legs were encased in black silk stockings that shone brightly in the morning sunlight coming in the window. On her feet were a strappy pair of sandals with four inch heels. She smiled sweetly at the cute nearly nude blonde sitting up in the large bed and clutching the thin satin sheet to her bare breasts.

Gary looked up into the flashing emerald green eyes of the tall redhead and involuntarily shivered at the predatory glint that he saw there. He glanced at the brunette to see almost the same gleam in her blue eyes. He could not explain why his nipples became erect as he looked from one woman to the other.

Gretchen turned to the doctor and said, "Anna is doing so well in her conversion that I have decided to send her to the States this evening. When she gets to Richard's computer programming company, she can tell them that she, as Mr. Richards, has a brilliant idea for a new computer program. The geeks and nerds working for him will understand why he cut short his vacation to work on a program. They would probably do the same thing. She can then steal a copy of the Federal Reserve Bank program and all of the pass words. That way, your daughter will be back in her own body in about a week and we will have over a billion US dollars in our Swiss checking account."

Dr. Hartz left the room to spend a little more time with his daughter, now in a male body as Gretchen smiled at Gary in his cute petite body and added, "Honey, if you cooperate and do everything we say, we will switch you back into your male body as soon as Anna returns." She flashed Gary a less than angelic smile, reached over and ran her long nailed fingers along Gary's feminine jaw line and said, "And, I do mean everything that we say! Do you understand?" At this point of the game, he had little choice. Gary nodded his cute blonde head. The redhead patted his cheek with her red taloned fingers as she said, "Good girl!"

Gretchen took the satin sheet that was concealing Gary's feminine body, ripped it out of his dainty fingers and away from his body. The two women were smiling as they gazed at Gary cowering on the bed in nothing but a thin pair of pink silk panties. He was so cute and vulnerable looking as he sat on the big bed. Gretchen decided to send the good doctor away for a few days so that she and Olga could have some fun with the blonde body, and its new inhabitant, that she had lusted for the last few several years.

Gretchen enjoyed the view of Gary's cone shaped breasts as she stated, "To help you adapt to your new role as a woman, Monsieur Roberto and his cosmetology team arrive each morning to do our hair and make up. You will find out what it is like to be pampered, preened, and made beautiful. Just sit back and relax. I, personally, have learned to love the experience. I think that you will, too."

Olga helped Gary stand up. Gretchen watched his movements with great interest as he was led to the bathroom. He discovered that his bladder was full as he was told how to lower his silken panties and sit on the toilet. He had to ask Olga and Gretchen to leave the room in order to relax enough to let go of his urine. It was a very unusual sensation as he peed as a woman for the first time. When he finished, he remembered that women had to pat themselves dry. It was surreal to look down between his legs and not find his penis. He had to remind himself that this was no dream as he stood up and pulled his pink panties back up.

Olga entered the bathroom and began filling the bath tub with hot water, bubble bath and oils. Gretchen had brought a chair to sit on as she watched Olga strip Gary's panties down and order him into the bath tub. "At least," thought Gary, "the bubbles will provide some protection from the redhead's stares," as he stepped into, and sat down in, the tub of warm sudsy water.

Gretchen watched the petite blonde body settle into the ornate old bath tub and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Richards, being inside of a female body will seem extremely strange at first. By the end of the week, it will be more natural for you. Think of it as buying a new pair of shoes. After you break them in, they become very comfortable. The same is true of a new body. I know." She gave Gary a sly grin as she gazed into his big blue eyes. "I have business to take care of at the moment, or else we would immediately begin your other training. Until later." She left the room to arrange for Anna Hartz's travel plans and last minute instructions.

Gary turned to see the long haired brunette starring at where his big pink nipples were peeking through the bubbles floating on the bath water. He slouched down under the shielding of the bubble bath when he saw her licking her ruby red lips. Her blue eyes swept up to his eyes as she smiled and said, "I'll go see if Monsieur Roberto is ready for you. Don't run off." She left and Gary was alone in the big old fashioned tub. He thought about jumping up and running. He remembered the tall iron gate that was electrically operated and the even taller stone wall that surrounded the estate. If he did manage to escape, where would he go? Who would believe the wild and crazy stories of a naked German girl that could not even speak the German Language. Anna could already speak fluent English, so she would be able to complete her mission as Gary Richards. Unfortunately, Gary was not multilingual, even though he could dredge up a few German phrases from the hazy memories left over in his mind from Anna.

As Gary's mind formulated several different escape plans, he lay back in the warm soothing bath water. His feminine body began to relax as the warmth and oils soaked into his tensed muscles. "First," he thought, "I'll need to wear some clothes. Since I am stuck in a girl's body, the more attractive I appear, the quicker some one will give me a ride. Wearing a bath towel may get me a ride very quickly, but also might get me raped." Gary's mind cringed as he though of some male raping his new female body.

"Perhaps," Gary mused to himself, "I could try to reach the US Embassy? Probably, no one there would believe my story. If I could call Jennifer, I might be able to convince her of who I am. Surely, she would know her own father." He had to get back home before his daughter's wedding. He was supposed to give her away during the ceremony. A wave of astonishment swept over him. Gary realized that he was now younger than his own daughter!

The bathroom door swung open and a menagerie of people entered the small room. Olga stated, "Anna," she used the appropriate name for his female body, "Monsieur Roberto has his equipment ready for you. You will be oiled, massaged, manicured, coifed and made-up. I am fairly certain that you will have a new experience. Relax, and you will enjoy it."

Gary was given little choice in the matter as two large women in uniform went about pulling the bath tub drain plug, helping him to stand up, wiping the bubbles from his small feminine body and wrapping a big bath towel around him before helping him out of the tub. They were so forcefully efficient that any resistance by him would have been futile. A massage table had been set up in the large bedroom. The two women guided Gary to the table, almost forced him face down and removed his towel. A much smaller towel was placed over his cute buttocks. He was blushing from the exposure. Warm oil was poured over his smooth white skin and the two tall women began to massage the scented oil into Gary's shoulders and back. After only a minute or two, be began to relax as the soothing massage began to relax him.

Olga leaned down to where her ruby lips were only an inch from his delicately shaped left ear, "See, I told you that you would enjoy this. You will learn to love being a girl by the end of the week." Gary doubted that very much! Although, the massage was beginning to feel very good. Gary noticed that the two pairs of hands were now massaging the cheeks of his shapely round bottom beneath the small towel. An unwanted warmth was building between his thighs as the hands slipped to his upper thighs. If he were still in his male body, he would have an erection. In this female body, the sensations were new to him. He had to fight to control his legs. They wanted to open up to give the questing fingers more freedom to rove to his inner recesses. He was blushing as the hands moved lower on his thighs.

Olga was pleased to see Gary's obvious reaction to the manipulation to his nude female body. She and Gretchen had plans for the transformed blonde for that evening. Gretchen had given orders for Monsieur Roberto to make the object of her desires an object of art. A complete make over was planned for the unsuspecting Gary Richards. They had even selected his clothing for the evening. Olga licked her lips as she imagined the insecure transformed man in the sexy blonde body and elegant evening gown.

The two large women rolled Gary over and began massaging the warm scented oil into his soft skin along the front of his feminine form. He was amazed at the feelings that his large gravity defying breasts sent to his body as four hands fondled and rubbed the oil into the sensitive mammary glands. His big pink nipples were standing erect and were sending more signals to his already excited genitalia as the hands moved to his rib cage.

Gary saw that Olga was smiling as she watched the hands descend to his hips and rub the oil into the juncture of his thighs. Olga could see the oil shining on the beautiful nubile body as he surrendered to the needs of his new body. Gary's big blue eyes were wide open as he felt an approaching climax. The hands moved lower on his legs, leaving him unfulfilled. Olga could see Gary's large cone shaped breasts rapidly rising and falling with his sexual excitement. She could feel her own panties beginning to moisten as she thought about their plans for the evening. She whispered into Monsieur Roberto's ear. He moved to one of his bags of supplies and gathered a few items.

When the warm oil was massaged into every inch of Gary's young feminine body, Monsieur Roberto moved to the end of the massage table. He spoke in French to his two assistants, Gary did not understand what was said, so was shocked when the two muscular women each took one of his legs, spread them and pushed them high into the air. Gary blushed a crimson red as Monsieur Roberto stepped between his wide spread legs. He had not yet accepted the fact that he now had a vagina, and here he was, with his legs up in the air, completely exposed to a strange man. He was about to protest when Olga said, "Monsieur Roberto is going to trim your thatch of light brown pubic hair. He does it for Gretchen and me every day. Just lay back and be still and it will be over in a few minutes."

Gary looked between his up thrust boobs as he watched the Frenchman apply a depilatory cream to his pubic region. A few minutes later, a damp towel was used to remove the cream, along with all of the hair that had been protecting his vagina. Gary had heard of women with bald beavers, but he had never actually seen one before. Now, he had one of his own!

Monsieur Roberto picked up the container of warm scented oil and poured some directly onto Gary's pubic mound. Gary curled his fingers and toes as the oil was massaged into his hairless vaginal region. The waves of pleasure that swept through his young feminine body were almost too much to bare. His hips began an involuntary up and down movement in time with the hands massaging the warm oil into his new nether regions.

Olga smiled approvingly as she saw the twenty two year old beautiful blonde responding to the manual manipulations of the male hairdresser. Gary was beginning to make whimpering noises as his climax drew nearer. Just before he reached his first orgasm as a woman, Monsieur Roberto withdrew his fingers and hands. Gary's excited hips continued to rise and fall for a few moments in a vain search for sexual satisfaction. He had been so very close!

The two women lowered Gary's shapely legs and helped him to his feet. His cute body was trembling with sexual need as he was led to a leather chair in front of a large mirror and allowed to sit down. His nipples were swollen and erect. His vagina was moist. His hands were shaking. Olga was following Gretchen's orders to keep the transformed computer expert on the brink of an orgasm to make him more agreeable to their plans for later that evening.

Gary's shoulder length blonde hair was still damp from his bath. Monsieur Roberto placed a plastic cape around Gary's nude female body, picked up his scissors and began cutting and trimming the wet hair. Gretchen had already chosen the hairstyle for her young protégé. A short bobbed style, angle cut so that the back was shorter than the sides and front. Gary would have a curl on the sides that caused his blonde hair to curl forward. He sat quietly as his body's sexual tension slowly receded and his hair was styled. His hair was rolled onto large diameter rollers to dry.

When Monsieur Roberto finished cutting and rolling Gary's hair, the two women moved in closer. One began giving Gary a manicure. The other began applying cosmetics to Gary's already pretty face. His semi long nails were filed to shape, buffed and painted a bright pink. His face was unblemished and clear as porcelain, so only a light coating of corn silk powder was applied as a foundation. His eyebrows were plucked to shape them into a fine arch. Eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, eye brow pencil, light rouge on the cheeks, and bright glossy pink lipstick was applied. The rollers were removed and his hair was combed, sprayed and styled.

Gary had not gotten accustomed to his female body and now, he looked completely different. His face and hair appeared to be more sophisticated. He was being give a pedicure where his toe nails were being painted a matching bright pink when he noticed Olga laying an evening gown and frilly lingerie on the old antique bed. It was not necessary for anyone to tell him that the feminine clothing was for him.

When his pedicure was complete, and the plastic cape was removed from his shoulders, Gary was helped up from the leather chair. He was still nude and his large breasts wobbled slightly as he walked between the two large women. The movement was not missed by Olga as she sat on the side of the big bed. Her blue eyes sparkled as she saw how beautiful the younger blonde was now that Monsieur Roberto had worked his magic.

Olga passed a shiny pink satin waist cincher to one of the women and told Gary, "You already have a small waist but Gretchen wants to see just how small it can be. Place both of your hands on the bed post and hold on as this is laced up." As the cincher was placed around his narrow waist, the other woman held his hands up to the post. The cool satin was wrapped around his already tiny middle and began it's boa constrictor like tightening. "Take a deep breath and let it out so that it can be tightened all the way," Olga ordered. Gary felt as if he were being crushed as a sixteen inch waist was achieved.

Gary looked down and saw the six garter straps hanging down from the waist cincher. A package of glossy pink silk long length seamed stockings were opened and held up for his inspection. He was led to sit down beside Olga as the two women knelled before them and the silk stockings were rolled up each of his long shapely legs and were attached to the six garter tabs. The reinforced stocking tops were so high on his thighs that they nearly touched his smooth hairless vagina lips.

A pair of red high heel pumps were fitted to Gary's tiny feet. Each had stiletto heels that were three inches high. Somehow, he was not surprised when a pair of glossy pink satin bikini panties were shown to him before they were sipped over his high heel pumps and slid up his long silk encased legs. He was helped to his feet and, while he wobbled slightly on the high heels, the satin panties were drawn up to cover his hairless vagina and shapely bottom. He found that he actually found the cool caress of satin on his smooth vagina lips to be quite pleasurable.

A matching glossy pink satin brassiere was given to the two women who were dressing Gary's petite feminine form. It was wrapped around his upper torso and arranged so that the satin cups molded themselves to his C cup cone shaped breasts. The strap was hooked in back and the shoulder straps adjusted to provide just the right amount of support for his massive breasts.

Gary teetered slightly on his high heels as a red velvet mini dress was held up for his inspection. It unzipped in the back. One woman held the dress for him as the other steadied him as he stepped into the red velvet dress. It was slid up his body and arms. When in place, it was zippered up in back. The top was sleeveless, with a low neckline. The middle hugged Gary's tiny sixteen inch waist. The lower portion flared slightly as it contoured itself to his round hips and buttocks. The hemline was about four inches below his pink satin covered crotch. He saw his reflection in the mirror and was impressed. If he were still male and saw such a pretty woman pass by, he would have stopped to get a better look.

Olga gave the women a pair of large diameter gold hoop earrings which were threaded through the holes in his earlobes. A gold necklace was hooked around his slender neck. Next, a bottle of expensive French perfume was used to spray a dab of sweet smelling liquid behind each ear and down his cleavage. Olga took the bottle of perfume and, while smiling, lifted the front of Gary's dress and sprayed the front of his panties. She told him, "That is just in case some one wants to nuzzle you there." Gary felt himself blushing.

For the next hour, Gary was given instructions in the proper way to walk, sit down, stand up, move and gesture. A few of the traits were inherited from Anna Hartz but most had to be learned. Gary was then made to stand in front of the very large mirror as he was taught to make various facial expressions and strike several different poses. He learned the difference between a friendly smile, a polite smile and a sexy smile. He learned that his body language was very important in communicating with others. Things that a female instinctively knew, he had to learn.

Monsieur Roberto, and his two female assistants, finally left. Since Gretchen had returned from Greece, she had bought the salon where the three cosmetologists worked. It was easier to have them come to the mansion each morning to arrange Olga and Gretchen's hair and make up than it was to do it themselves. Yuri Chomenko would have thought that the service was frivolous and the expense too great. Now that he was Gretchen, she thought that the expense was justified. Besides, she had over seven hundred million US dollars in her Swiss bank accounts and could well afford it.

Olga had Gary sit on the side of the big bed as she looked at her watch and said, "Well, it is about supper time. Gretchen has, by now, seen Anna off in your body. Dr. Hartz was sent off to the eastern zone of Germany to pick up some more electronics supplies. That means that you, Gretchen and I will be dining alone in the dining hall. We have not yet decided whether to call you Gary Richards or Anna Hartz. We shall decide tonight."

Olga sat next to Gary and placed her hand on Gary's silk cover thigh. She looked into the large bright blue eyes of the beautiful blonde with the pixie hair cut and whispered, "Gretchen is not the only one that had the hots for Little Miss Leave Me Alone I Have To Study My Books! I would have given a month's pay to do to her what we have done to you today. You probably do not know how sexy you are right now." Gary had seen himself in the mirror. He knew that he would have been very impressed if he had met the young blonde while he was still a man. "You have been a male all of your life. Being a girl is new to you. It gives you an innocence that even Anna did not possess. I am wet just thinking about you. Gretchen would be furious if she were not your first experience, so, I will be patient."

Olga's hand moved from Gary's trembling leg as she stands and holds out her hands to assist Gary to his high heeled feet. Gary had always wondered why women needed assistance to stand up. Now that he wore high heel shoes and a waist cincher, he had a better understanding. He was still a little wobbly when he walked. He noticed that the high heels made his long legs appear to be even longer. They also caused him to stand straight and thrust his breasts out in front and his curvy bottom out in back. "No wonder," he thought to himself as he was led from the safety of his bedroom, "women who want to be sexy, wear high heel shoes!"

Descending the long staircase slowly, Gary held the handrail in one hand and Olga's offered arm in the other. When he looked down, he saw Gretchen standing at the bottom of the stairs, gazing upwards. She was smiling a dazzling smile. Her green eyes were twinkling. Her dainty hands were applauding. "Bravo! Monsieur Roberto has out done himself! You are beautiful Mr. Richards!" Gretchen looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled as she added, "Or, should we just call you Anna until we switch the two of you back into your own bodies?"

Gary reached the bottom step and breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid that he would trip and fall down the long staircase. Gretchen caught him off guard as she stepped in front of him, wrapped her fingers around the back of his slender bare neck and kissed his glossy pink lips. The kiss was almost chaste. It was, however, a promise of more to come later in the evening. Gretchen removed her hands from Gary's neck, took one of his dainty hands in hers and led him to the formal dining hall. The main lighting was subdued but the tall tapering candles on the dining table gave the room a rosy hue of colors.

Gary had not eaten today. He had not eaten since supper the preceding evening, and that food had gone into the stomach of his male body. He was famished. The table was set with fine china, crystal goblets, silverware and silver candelabra with lit candles. Gary's hand painted plate had a small salad and the goblet held several ounces of white wine.

Gretchen and Olga sat at the ends of the long hand carved walnut table as Gary sat in the middle on one side. Gretchen took a sip of her wine and asked, "Tell me, Gary, How was your first complete make over?" She smiled sweetly before adding, "Personally, I love the massages. I have, on several occasions, kept Monsieur Roberto's two assistants here all day. They have other talents, too!" The way she had made the statement left no misunderstanding of what talents she was referring to. "Come on. Tell us if you enjoy being a girl."

Gary did not want to offend the woman that seemed to be in charge of this organization. He answered, "I never knew that women went through so much to make themselves beautiful. They must have worked on me for several hours." He hoped that his answer satisfied the redheaded young woman. He found it amazing that every one here took orders from what was obviously a teenager. He figured it must be something that was uniquely European.

Gretchen looked to the other end of the table and saw Olga wink at her. The brunette asked, "Anna, you don't mind if I call you Anna do you? Somehow, you do not remind me of anyone called Gary." Olga turned toward her boss and added, "Anna now has a shaved vagina. It is beautiful! Gretchen, I know you will love it when you see it!" Gary blushed as he avoided the eyes of the other two women. "Don't be shy, Anna. Women all over the world shave their vagina's when they wear bathing suits. It's no different than shaving our legs or underarms. It makes our bodies more beautiful."

Gary glanced up to see if Olga was sincere. She appeared to be. When he had been a man back home in California, he had never imagined that he would spend his vacation in a twenty two year old blonde female's body, dressed in a seductive red mini dress, wearing enough sexy lingerie to outfit the models in almost any man's magazine, sporting a killer bobbed blonde hairstyle and having dinner with a gorgeous redhead and a very attractive brunette in a mansion in Germany. Plus, they were discussing his newly shaven vagina at the dinner table! Yes, this was most certainly a memorable vacation!

Gretchen and Olga continued to carry on a conversation in order to drawn Gary out of his shell. They asked him about how he liked his new hairstyle. Asked about his dress. Asked about his lingerie. Asked about his reaction to being female. He told them that being a woman was, "interesting", he thought that the word was non committal. Olga had already described his reaction to when the warm scented oil had been massaged into his newly bared vagina. Gary wanted to say that he hated being a woman, but had actually found the experience to be fascinating. At least, so far, it had been.

The servants brought in the main course. It looked as if there had been one piece of meat and it had been divided three ways. Gary was still very hungry and was, at first, disappointed at the small size of his serving. Gretchen pointed out that, since he was now an attractive woman, he had to eat like one. He followed their example and tried not to wolf down his food, even though he was very hungry. He found that by eating slowly, the food had a chance to enter his digestive system and that he actually felt full after eating such a small proportion. Then again, he had never worn such a restrictive waist cincher during dinner. Dessert consisted of two slices of apple. He had been a thin man, but this was far less than what he was accustomed to eating for dinner.

Gary was concerned about drinking the after dinner wine. They had drugged the wine last night and he had been swapped into a young female's body by the time that he had recovered. Gretchen took a sip from her goblet and assured him that it was safe to drink the wine this evening. He brought the crystal wine glass to his glossy pink lips and timidly sipped his drink. Except for the mild tranquilizer, there were no drugs in his wine.

Gary felt himself becoming giggly. He had drank far more wine when he had his original body. He assumed that his euphoria was due to the fact that his female body was smaller than his male body and could not handle alcohol as well. He was feeling too good to protest when, Olga on one side and Gretchen on the other, slipped their arms around his sixteen inch waist and helped him up the long staircase and back to his room.

Gary noticed that there was a warm moist tongue in his left ear. He turned his cute blonde head, pulling the tongue from his delicate ear as he did so. Gretchen's face was only an inch from his. Her soft red lips found his glossy pink ones. His mind was too numb to protest. The kiss was actually very pleasant. His own lips returned the slow sensual kiss.

Gretchen moved in front of the petite blonde and wrapped her arms around Gary's tiny waist as she pulled his cute little body close to her own. Gary parted his lips slightly as the taller redhead's tongue penetrated his mouth. Olga moved in close behind him as she took his arms in her hands and placed them around Gretchen's graceful neck. The tranquilizer had sapped Gary's will to resist as he surrendered his feminine body to the two lesbian spies.

Gretchen and Olga were both taller than Gary's five foot three inch height. He was wearing high heel shoes, but, so were they. Gretchen's large firm breasts were positioned just a little higher than his own. The red haired sexually excited teenager pulled his slim curvy body so close that they were molded together. Olga had her DD cup breasts pressing against his back as her hands cupped the under sides of his breasts. Olga's lips planted kisses along the back and sides of his neck as Gretchen passionately French kissed him.

As a man, Gary Richards had loved several women in his long life time. He had never before experienced this level of sexual excitement. His nipples were tingling from Olga's manipulations. It almost seemed as if he had an erection. Many of the sensations were the same. There were also many new sensations that he had never before felt.

Olga pulled back for a moment as she unzipped the back of Gary's red velvet mini dress. She pulled the top of the dress down off the shoulders of the short young blonde. Gretchen broke her and Gary's kiss long enough for Olga to work the elegant red dress over his round hips and down his long shapely silk covered legs. It puddled around his dainty little high heeled feet, forgotten by everyone as they unhooked the catches on the back strap of his glossy pink satin brassiere.

Gretchen loved the little blonde's proud cone shaped C cup tits. The pink nipples stood up, begging to be fondled and aroused even more. Gretchen and Olga wasted no time in attacking the puffy pink nipples offered to them by the slightly drugged transgendered Gary Richards! Two sets of luscious red lips wrapped themselves around his prominent pink nipples and began kissing, suctioning and licking. Gary thought that he had died and gone to Heaven!

The two women had little difficulty in moving the small blonde to the large antique ornately carved four poster bed. They lay his lingerie covered body onto the silk bed spread. Olga lay on one side of him as Gretchen lay on the other. Each re-attached their suctioning lips to his already swollen nipples. Just as Gary thought that what was happening to his breasts was the most erotic sensation that a Human Being could experience, a slim feminine hand slipped into the front of his pink satin bikini panties.

The long red nails of Gretchen's fingers slid across Gary's smooth hairless vagina lips. His breathing was quick and shallow as the middle finger slipped into his moist slit and found his already erect clitoris. Gary was startled by the load moan. It was the high pitched moan of an out of control woman. He realized that he had cried out in his excitement as the finger began a side to side motion across his enlarged clitty.

Olga smiled at her redheaded boss as they continued to suck on the inexperienced blonde's puffy nipples and Gretchen's hand played beneath the glossy pink bikini panties. Each of them had lusted for Anna Hartz. Now, it was as if Anna was a virgin and they were seducing her. Since it was a male in Anna's beautiful body instead of Anna, herself, there was an element of innocence that would have been missing if Anna were actually in her own body. Gary Richards had never even masturbated as a woman, let alone had sex with another man or woman. Technically, he was a female virgin.

Gary was rocking his pantied hips in time with the massaging finger that was strumming his stiff little clit. His silk stocking clad legs were spread and his knees were up in the air as Gretchen chased his clitoris back and forth in his wet vagina slit. One of Olga's hands joined the one already in Gary's satin panties. Her hand moved lower between his opened thighs, where a single digit entered Gary's juicing pussy. It penetrated deeply and his body bowed up into the air as he cried out in ecstasy.

Poor Gary Richards had no defenses against the onslaught that he was receiving. He had, during his teenage pubescent years, had developed control over his male body. Those controls no longer applied to his new feminine form. Especially when there were two experienced lesbians giving his sexy body the full treatment. He experienced his first female orgasm in only a couple of minutes.

Gretchen knew that the American in the beautiful fraulien's body would be hooked on the sexual pleasures that his new body was capable of enjoying. She had spent over seventy years as a male, and after one night in the passionate embrace of Olga, he never wanted to be a male again. He had already decided that he would switch from one female body to another for as long as the memory swapping machine would work. He could live another thousand years! Maybe more.

Olga moved between the blonde's legs and pulled his panties down over his silk stockinged legs. She tossed the satin panties over her shoulder as she reigned kisses up and down the couple of inches of smooth white thigh above his hosiery tops. Gretchen moved her middle finger out of the way as Olga took Gary's stiff clit between her red lips and applied suction. Gary came again in only a minute or two. He was so busy cumming that he did not even notice as Gretchen put her middle finger into his mouth and ordered him to suck his own juices from her finger. As he was reaching yet another orgasm, he complied.

Gretchen pulled her long red nailed finger from Gary's pink suctioning lips and stood beside the bed to remove her own clothing. She unbuckled her black belt, dropped it, unzipped her short black leather skirt and let it fall to the floor. As she unbuttoned her blue satin blouse. She watched Olga munching on the cute little blonde's hairless crotch. Each time that Gary would climax, his petite body would writhe and twist under the assault of the Russian woman's experienced tongue as he cried out in ectasy.

Gretchen stood before the bed in her black leather corset, long black silk stockings and thigh high black leather high heeled boots. Her waist was cinched down to fifteen inches, giving her figure a wasp shape. Her bared jutting breasts seemed massive in comparison to her tiny waist. She licked her ruby red lips as she moved in next to her brunette lesbian partner as she joined into the festivities.

Gary noticed that there were now two women going down on him. Olga moved back to give her boss more room. Gary looked up to see her untie her midnight blue velvet wrap dress and open it. She also wore a corset. Her massive DD breasts were supported on a shelf that uplifted them but left the nipples uncovered. Her waist was about eighteen inches and her hips flared out dramatically. She wore no panties and her hairless pubic mound could be plainly seen above the reinforced tops of her black silk stockings. Her long red finger nails pinched her long thick nipples as her hands cupped her over sized boobs. She smiled as she saw that Gretchen was making the little blonde have another orgasm.

Over the next hour, Gretchen and Olga took turns making Gary have orgasm after orgasm. He had more orgasms than he had ever had as a man in an entire week. When Gretchen climbed up on the bed and straddled his head and lowered her own hairless pink vagina onto his face, he did what came naturally for him, his tongue did to Gretchen exactly what Olga's tongue was doing to him. Both he and the redhead reached orgasm at the same time.

The next hour was spent in a sixty nine position with first, Gretchen, then, Olga. By midnight, Gary Richards was an accomplished lesbian.

Part 2

Gary awoke to find himself buried under two very shapely female bodies. The waist cincher was still constricting his tiny mid section. His stockings on his long legs had runs in them and his high heel shoes were still securely buckled around his diminutive ankles. One of Olga's large breasts and thick nipples was pressed against his face. He declined the opportunity to wrap his lips around it and continue the actions that were taking place last night when he had passed out during a massive orgasm.

Gary raised his cute blonde haired head and saw that he could, with just a little difficulty, disentangle himself from the pile of feminine flesh on the antique bed. His breasts seemed to be enormous as they shifted on his narrow chest while he climbed off of the bed and teetered toward the bathroom on his high heeled shoes. Perching his cute little rounded bottom on the toilet and letting his urine flow from his bloated bladder was a pleasurable sensation that brought a smile to his full red lips. He remembered to use some tissue to pat himself dry before getting back up.

He gazed at his reflection in the large bathroom mirror with mixed feelings. Even though his hair was mussed and his make up was smeared, he was still a beautiful young woman. The waist cincher wrapped around his mid section just below his gigantic boobs and made his tiny waist seem impossibly small. His hairless pink swollen vagina lips were visible below the bottom edge of the waist cincher. The garter straps descended from each side of the cincher to the reinforced tops of his laddered stockings. The high heel shoes made his already long legs seem even longer. He automatically picked up a hair brush and brushed his short bob hair style back into shape. A facial tissue cleaned up most of the smears of make up.

Gretchen and Olga were just awakening as Gary re- entered his bed room. When he saw the beautiful redhead and attractive brunette arising from his bed, he remembered that he, when he had first met the two gorgeous women, had hoped that he would "get lucky" with one, or both, of them before his vacation was over. Last night, he had certainly "gotten lucky"! However, it was certainly not what he had originally had in mind.

Gretchen smiled at the petite blonde as she moved closer, took Gary in her arms and kissed his cupid bow lips. Her breasts pressed against his own as her tongue invaded his mouth. Gretchen's hands cupped Gary's round bottom as she ground their hairless vagina lips together. Gary began breathing heavily as his nipples extended and his juices began to flow. After the sexual experiences of the previous night, he found himself coming under the control of the tall gorgeous redhead in only a few seconds.

Gretchen broke the kiss and whispered, "Don't worry my little dove, we will take you even higher tonight than we did last night. Right now, however, Olga and I have work to do. Monsieur Roberto should be set up and ready for us. Olga and I will go first, then, after we have left for a business meeting, they will give you a treat. You will learn to love being a woman." Gretchen's green eyes flashed as she gave Gary a parting kiss before she and Olga left the bedroom.

Gary was left alone in his boudoir. He found himself drawn to the large mirror mounted on one wall. In the mirror, a very pretty blonde with a short bobbed hairstyle, slightly smeared make up, big innocent blue eyes, pouting lips, a slender neck, large C cup breasts topped by swollen pink nipples, a black waist cincher that gave her a severely nipped in waist that almost looked unreal, garter straps that hung down on each side of a completely hairless vagina slit, holding up a much-the-worse-for-wear pair of laddered stockings and a pair of high heel shoes on her tiny feet. Gary knew that if he had seen the girl in the mirror last week, he would have had an instant erection. His libido began to respond, even now. Gretchen had left him in an aroused condition. His hands moved up and involuntarily cupped his gravity defying breasts. Sensual feelings passed through his petite feminine form as he tweaked his pink swollen nipples. As a male, he thought that he had sensitive nipples. He pinched each of his pink points and felt ten times the sensations that he had known in his male body. His sweet soft lips gasped in pleasure as his entire body vibrated from the waves sweeping through his shapely young woman's body.

Gary wobbled on his high heels and weak knees toward the large bed. His new body was approaching sensory overload as he continued to hold onto his seemingly enormous boobs. He fell back onto the soft bed and massaged his new breasts. His thighs were rubbing together to create friction in his vagina lips as he slowly rolled from side to side in the satin sheets of the big ornate bed. A mini orgasm swept through him as he lay panting for breath. Never, in all of his male years, had he known a woman that could cum just from having her tits played with. Gary was considering more self exploration when there was a knock on his bedroom door.

Gary modestly pulled a satin sheet over his nearly naked form as the door slowly opened and a girl of about eighteen entered the room. She was about five foot six inches tall, had short brown hair, a cute young innocent face with big brown eyes, a body that was a little more plump than was currently in style and she was wearing the same uniform tunic that Monsieur Roberto's helpers had worn the day before. When she spoke in English, she had a lilting sexy French accent, "Mademoiselle Anna? My name is Colette. I have been sent to prepare your bath. Monsieur Roberto will be ready for you as soon as he is finished with Mademoiselle Gretchen and Mademoiselle Olga."

Gary was not given a choice in the matter as Colette pulled the sheet from around his curvaceous body and helped him to his high heeled feet. The young French girl's eyes grew big and round as she saw Gary's nearly nude body. She mumbled some words in some language that he assumed was French but did not understand as she led him toward the bathroom. A few minutes later, the tub was filling with warm sudsy water as Colette helped him remove his high heel shoes from his tiny feet, unhook and slowly roll his ruined stockings down his long shapely legs, loosen the laces of his tight waist cincher, helped him, in all of his nude glory, climb into the antique bathtub and sit down in the warm sudsy water.

Gary's big blue eyes were wide with surprise when Colette picked up a large soft sponge and began to gently wash his sensitive female body. Colette used such a light touch that it felt as if she were caressing the sensitive skin of his neck, shoulders, arms, back and breasts in an effort to arouse him more than just get him clean. The caresses were so pleasant that Gary lay back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sensations that coursed through him. Colette carefully picked up one leg at a time and gently washed each of them with the big soft sponge.

When Colette dipped the sponge under the surface of the bath water to wash Gary's hairless pubic region, his legs involuntarily spread to give the young girl more room to apply the soft sponge. Gary gripped the sides of the tub as the sponge stroked up and down on his smooth vagina lips. Colette's big brown eyes gazed into the excited blue eyes and she smiled happily as she brought the beautiful blonde woman closer to a sexual climax. Even at her young age, Colette was a devout lesbian. There was something unusual about the young woman in the bath that excited her more than any woman that she had ever met. It had almost been an example of love at first sight for the young French girl when she had entered the bedroom. Now, however, as she brought the blonde to a shuttering orgasm, she knew that they would fall in love and be soul mates forever.

Gary contentedly lay back in the tub as his breathing returned to normal after his orgasm. The French teenager had a round, but very pretty, face that lit up when she smiled. And, Colette was smiling her most beautiful smile. Gary returned the infectious smile as his heart rate slowed. He let Colette lift his shapely legs, one at a time, and carefully shave each of them. Colette even shaved his underarms for him. Next, she had him sit on the edge of the ornate old tub as she shaved his already smooth vaginal lips. Gary looked down between his jutting breasts to watch the top of the younger girl's brown haired head as she went about her duties with the utmost efficiency. When Colette had completed her task, she smiled up at the beautiful blonde before rising to her feet and patting her dry with a huge fluffy towel.

Colette held a pink silk dressing gown for Gary to slip into after he was dry. It was so thin that it molded itself to every delectable curve of his very feminine body. He stepped into the fuzzy pink high heel bedroom slippers that Colette placed before him. Colette led him from the bathroom, through his bedroom, out into the hallway and into another room. Gary had not yet become accustomed to the wobbling of his unsupported breasts under the thin silk robe. His oversized nipples were erect and the pink silk molded itself to them. He looked around the room and recognized the three occupants. The room had been set up as a temporary beauty salon with Monsieur Roberto and the two women that had accompanied him the day before.

For the next hour and a half, Gary's hair was washed, rolled up on large curlers, treated with a permanent wave solution, dried, combed out and styled. One woman redid his nail polish in a hot pink color as his hair was done by Monsieur Roberto and the other woman. Colette assisted as needed. Finally, Gary was given instructions on the proper techniques of applying cosmetics. When finished, even he had to admit that he was in the body of a truly beautiful and sexy woman.

The two women, with Colette also in attendance, led Gary back to his room where they dressed him for the day. His pink silk dressing gown was removed and a pink reinforced and boned satin corset was placed around his already shapely young body. He was told to hold onto the top of the bed post as the lacings were drawn tight. Even more than the waist cincher of the day before, the longer line of the corset restricted his breathing. He had to take shallow breathes as the laces were tied off. At least the corset had built in bra cups to hold his wobbling boobs. Unfortunately, the cups were so low cut, his over sized pink nipples were almost exposed.

Gary was instructed to sit on the bench seat in front of his dressing table and his high heel slippers were removed before tan silk stockings were rolled up his legs and attached to the six garter straps dangling from his corset. Next came a pair of pink satin French cut panties that were adorned with pink lace ruffles around the waistband and each leg opening. The cool satin covering on his shaven vagina lips felt so very sensual to him. A pair of brown suede high heel shoes were strapped to his tiny feet and ankles. Next, a pink satin high necked long sleeved blouse that buttoned up the back was placed on him. A brown suede leather long line, tight skirt was held for him to step into, buttoned and zippered around his tiny little waist. A wide brown leather belt was buckled around his tiny middle. A few sprays of perfume and a few pieces of gold jewelry later and he was ready to go to the dining hall for lunch.

Monsieur Roberto and his two assistants left to return to their studios as Colette and Gary descended the staircase and entered the dining hall. Doctor Hartz was just beginning his meal when he saw his daughter, or, at least, his daughter's body, enter the great hall. He waved his hand and called out, "Please, sit over here by me," as he pulled out two chairs. Gary sat down while Colette went to tell the kitchen staff to prepare two more meals. While she was gone, Dr. Hartz smiled a friendly smile and asked, "The young French girl has not been told that you are really a man has she?" Gary told him that he did not know. "We won't tell her then. Mr. Richards, I shall call you by my daughter's name so as not to cause more troubles. I hope you don't mind."

Colette returned, sat down at the table and said that they would be served in a few minutes. Doctor Hartz began a conversation, "Anna, I do hope you are being treated well. Since Gretchen and Olga will be gone all day, perhaps you would like to see the equipment in the laboratory." Dr. Hartz knew that Gary Richards was inside of his own daughter's body, but could not completely separate his parental feelings from him. After an excellent lunch, Gary was given a grand tour of the lab facilities. He received a detailed description of the functioning of the neural interface system that enabled the mind swapping machine to operate. Dr. Hartz also explained the theory behind the advanced notched crystalline molecular memory circuits. Gary was amazed at the level of technological advancement that one lone scientist had achieved. The equipment in the basement of the German mansion was actually years ahead of anything that could be found in a government funded research facility.

Gary was so impressed by the inventions of the German scientist, he forgot that he was in the body of a young woman for a couple of hours as he asked detailed questions concerning the mind swapping equipment. He found that the brain of Anna Hartz was able to follow the theory and design principles even better than he would have if he were still in his own body. Dr. Hartz, even though relatively unknown, was the top scientist in his field of research. Gary's brain was that of Dr. Hartz's daughter and was almost as sharp. Gary soaked up the details of all of the research that enabled the mind swapping machine to operate before it was time for supper.

Colette, who had been sitting quietly in the corner while Dr. Hartz and his daughter discussed the laboratory equipment, escorted Gary up the stairs and back to the great dining hall. Another gourmet meal was served. Half way through diner, however, a huge man with black hair, a bushy mustache and a dark wool suit, entered the room and sat at Gary and Colette's table. In a thick Russian accent he asked, "Tell me little cutie pie, how do you like being a woman? If you get tired of women, you can give Boris a call. I have what you need."

Colette, whose services had been hired to watch over Gary, was enraged at the insolence of the ex-KGB agent and exclaimed, "I shall inform Mademoiselle Gretchen about you if you do not leave our table this instant!" Boris's dark eyes shifted from Gary's breasts to the brunette French girl's eyes. Gretchen had proven herself to be just as ruthless as she had been when she had been Yuri Chomenko. She had practiced her feminine charms and sexual skills on Boris's massive male member before she had entered the beauty contest so that she could seduce the old Greek banker. He thought that he and Gretchen had a special relationship. That is why he had taken a chance to make a pass at the blonde beauty. He decided to leave now, but to make another try later.

Gary and Colette watched the hulking figure rise from the table and move to join another man eating dinner at a table on the other side of the room. Colette whispered, "Some men still drag their knuckles when they walk." Gary could not help but smile when he looked into the big twinkling brown eyes of the giggling French teenager. They ate the rest of their meal in peace before leaving to return to Gary's bedroom.

In the privacy of the large bedroom, Colette showed Gary how to freshen his lipstick. He pursed his cupid bow lips as he painted the creamy pink lipstick onto his mouth. Colette gave him a few pointers on perfecting his feminine mannerisms. She had not been told the complete story about the cute blonde fraulein. She did know that there was something very unusual about her protegee. This excited the young brunette even more as she spent the evening tutoring the apparently inexperienced blonde in feminine mannerisms.

Gary asked about who Gretchen was. He was told no one would talk about her except to say that she had been a beauty contestant before moving into the mansion and hiring her unusual staff. Colette warned Gary to be careful around some of the people that worked for Mademoiselle Gretchen. She had heard that some of them were ruthless sadists. She did know that Boris was in charge of the keys for all of the vehicles and the control for the remote controlled front gate.

Eventually, it was bedtime. Gretchen and Olga had been delayed in their meeting with the two Russian generals in Bonn. Gretchen had paid them each a million US dollars in advance to secure the dozen nuclear missiles. The Generals had gotten so excited about the money that both had achieved an erection for the first time since the break up of the old Soviet Union. Gretchen had ordered Olga to perform oral sex on each of them as a bonus for the missiles. Gretchen found herself wanting to push the brunette ex-KGB agent out of the way and suck the cocks herself, but knew that it would have weakened her bargaining position. She settled for French kissing Olga as soon as they were alone. They ended up in the hotel bed for the rest of the night. She felt that Gary Richards would be safe in his female body with Colette guarding him.

Colette helped Gary undress. She removed his wide brown leather belt, unzipped his leather skirt, unbuttoned it and let it fall to the floor to puddle about his high heeled feet. She slowly unbuttoned the row of mother of pearl buttons going up the back of his pink silk blouse before removing it. Colette could no longer restrain herself as she leaned forward and planted a series of light kisses across Gary's back, just above the top of his pink satin corset.

Gary could not understand why a pretty teenage girl kissing on his female body should have such a titillating effect on him, but his breath became labored as her tender hands moved under his arms to fondle his large almost exposed breasts. Colette molded her own body to Gary's back as she softly kissed the side of his graceful neck. Her long thin fingers dipped into the low cut corset brassiere cups to scoop out his C cup breasts. Her fingers gently toyed with his swollen pink nipples as she nibbled on his ear lobe. Gary felt waves of sexual heat coursing throughout his petite body.

Gary turned around to face the young girl that was bringing him so much pleasure. Their soft lips meet in a kiss that started out to be tender and sweet, only to turn into a hot passionate French kiss. Gary's graceful arms wrapped themselves around Colette's soft curvy body as their kisses burned with fire and passion. As a man, he had, at least on occasion, felt the pulse of male hormones as they controlled his actions. The female hormones that were being released into his already excited body were even more controlling. Gary's long thin fingers, with their long bright pink fingernails, unbuttoned the front of Colette's pastel colored tunic. Her ample breasts were encased in a white silk brassiere. Around her waist was a white silk garter belt that held up a pair of long length tan nylon stockings that molded themselves to each and every curve of her shapely legs. A pair of matching white silk bikini panties covered her pubic region. A pair on medium height high heels were on here relatively small feet. She was smiling her brightest smile as the young blonde woman slipped her smock dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor before putting her arms around her waist and pulling her towards her for another passionate kiss.

Gary's mind was not in control of his beautiful sexy body. Until two days ago, he had been a successful American businessman. He had been drugged, swapped into the body of a gorgeous blonde woman that was, even at this minute, back in the United States, in his body, stealing the computer access codes needed by the young redheaded master mind of the spy ring to break into the Federal Reserve computer system and steal billions of US dollars. Last night, he had been seduced by the German redhead and her Russian brunette underling. Now, however, he was readily cooperating with the young French girl as they sensuously removed each other's clothing.

Gary and Colette were completely nude as they tumbled to the large bed. Colette had wanted there to be as much skin to skin contact as possible as they lay together between the satin sheets. Their fingers explored each other's body as their kisses continued. Gary, like most men, had thought that foreplay consisted of pinching a woman's nipples, rubbing her clitoris for a minute or two, then climbing on top of her for a ride. The previous night was sex primarily for Gretchen's enjoyment. Tonight, it would be seduction in the name of love as Colette taught him that a gentle caress could build the fires of passion to unbelievable heights.

Colette used the tips of her long red nails to teasingly, and very gently, activate every nerve ending in his beautiful responsive feminine body. Her soft lips gently kissed his swollen nipples as she brought his excitement level up to the point where he thought that he would loose his mind. Her fingers played across his hairless vagina lips bringing his emotions even higher. By the time the teenager had slid down his body, planting soft wet kisses as she moved downwards, his nipples stood erect, still wet with her saliva.

Gary parted his shapely thighs as Colette moved between them. Last night had shown him what to expect in lesbian love making. Colette would shown him the difference that being made love to by another woman that loved him could make. Her long agile tongue dipped into his moist slit and moved up and down on his inner labia a few times, almost bringing him to an orgasm, before moving to lick his swollen clitoris. Gary's body arched up off the bed as a major climax racked his petite form. He heard the squeal that emanated from his own pink lips as the talented tongue caused stars to flash brilliantly in his mind.

Colette was in ecstasy. She had fallen in love with the young blonde woman at first sight. The unsure, and innocent, way that Anna had behaved had only made Colette love her even more. Colette held on as she used her tongue to prolong the orgasm that racked Anna's body. She wanted to be the best lover that the blonde German girl had ever known. After a full minute and a half, Colette reduced the speed of her tongue to let her new lover slowly come down from her continuous orgasm.

Gary had just barely been able to maintain consciousness during his seemingly endless climax. His entire body was pink with excitement. His breasts and nipples, while normally quite large, were inflated out of proportion to his body. His vagina was swollen and his enlarged clitoris was almost painfully sensitive as Colette now gently licked and sucked on the female equivalent to the male penis. His heart rate was elevated and his breathing was fast and deep as he slowly recovered from the best orgasm that he had ever, in his forty nine years, known.

Colette kept him floating on a cloud of sexual sensations and after shocks for ten minutes before moving up to lie beside him and cuddle. Gary's lithe arms were shaking as he wrapped them around her new lover. His body was still vibrating from his climax as Colette kissed his pink coated lips with her wet red lips. Gary tasted his own feminine juices as they shared a long slow passionate kiss. Their legs intertwined and their bodies molded themselves to each other as the kiss built in intensity.

This time, it was Gary's turn to work his new found female magic on his partner. Men had always tried to please their female partners in bed even though a few were never really successful. After only two days in a woman's body, Gary now felt that he finally understood the female anatomy well enough to be an excellent lover. When he was swapped back into his own body he would probably be too old for the young teenager that he was making love to tonight. Gary's male body was thirty years older than the youthful brunette. However, after he was released, he would try out his new talents on other beautiful and sexy women. He would have fun.

Gary kissed the soft delicate smooth skin of the teenage girl's throat as he worked his way to her breasts. His tongue made her erect nipples even stiffer as he moved his pink lips from one to the other. He heard cooing sounds coming from her soft lips as he gently sucked on her sensitive nipples. His hands were not idle. He massaged one breast as his lips sucked on the other. His other hand had found it's way to Colette's moist hairless vagina. She had already had all of her body hair removed with laser treatments. Her vagina lips would forever be bald.

Gary moved down the soft cuddly body as he slid down between the parted thighs of his lover. When he opened Colette's vagina lips, he saw that she had a gold ring threaded through her pierced clitoral hood. He had heard of such things, but had never seen one before now. The ring was worn in such a way that it would always rub against Colette's clit, providing a constant stimulus as she moved. Gary was fascinated by the ring as he moved his cute blonde head forward to run his tongue across the gold ring and clitoris. He was rewarded by feeling Colette's body jump and a small cry come from her red lips. He took the clit into his own pink mouth and sucked on it while his tongue played with the clit ring. Colette began an orgasm that Gary was able to keep going for several minutes. When he finally allowed her to stop climaxing, her body was coated in perspiration and she had become unconscious. Gary had felt closer to the climaxing girl than he ever had any other woman that he had known in his forty nine years. He could feel the bond that was between them.

Gary covered their shapely feminine bodies with the satin sheet, snuggled up to his new love and slept the sleep of a woman in love.

Part 3

Gary slowly awoke to find Colette still snuggled next to his nude female body. She was already awake and had been watching her pretty blonde lesbian lover sleep for almost half an hour. She had completely fallen in love with "Anna". The perfect C cup breasts topped with prominent pink strawberry sized nipples, narrow waist, flat tummy, smooth hairless vagina, beautiful long legs, dainty hands and feet, along with everything else, combined to make this young woman the most perfect female specimen that Colette had ever known. Plus, there was something about the blonde's personality that she found refreshing and enticing.

When Gary had opened his big blue eyes, the French teenager smiled and, in her beautiful accent, wished him, "Good morning, Mademoiselle Anna. I hoped that you enjoyed yourself last night as much as I did." Gary's internal organs were still quivering from the orgasms. Colette's smile was bright and her big brown eyes were shining. Gary found himself returning the smile. Their kiss came naturally.

Gary, being a practical man that always thought logically. He had never believed in love at first sight. When he had married his wife, which relationship failed a few years later, he had only thought that he was in love. The same thing happened to many young men when their male hormones began controlling their actions. His wife and he had eventually parted company and had gotten a divorce. Gary had then thought that he was destined to live out the rest of his life without ever truly falling in love with a woman. Now, however, he and Colette pressed their shapely naked female bodies together as their soft lips continued to kiss. He felt emotions for this virtual stranger that he had never, in his previous forty nine years, known. He had finally found a woman that he truly loved. What made the situation so truly unique was that Gary was now in the body of a beautiful woman and their love was the love between two lesbians.

Two sets of sensuous lips pressed gently against each other in a slow sensual kiss that lasted several minutes. Gary could feel their breasts crushing together as their bodies molded to one another. Colette slipped a thigh between his long legs and he did the same to her. He could actually feel the teenager's clit ring as he slowly rubbed his shapely thigh into her hairless moistening slit. His breath came in gasps as her thigh rubbed his sensitive vagina in return. Within ten minutes, each had experienced another orgasm with no more vaginal stimulation than each other's moving thigh.

The two women lay in each other's arms as their breathing returned to normal. Gary now realized how important it is to a woman to be held after sexual relations. He, like most men, had never realized just how much women loved to be touched and held. He snuggled a little closer to Colette as they gazed into each other's eyes. No words were necessary. Each knew how good it had been for the other. Gary hoped that he would be able to have the same relationship with the young teenager after he was returned to his own much older male body. Doubt clouded his mind as be remembered the difference in their ages. Colette put her arms around him as she cuddled her worried lover.

An hour later, Monsieur Roberto and his two assistants had arrived. Gary and Colette had just gotten out of the large antique bath tub and were drying the droplets of water from their curvy bodies when Gary was summoned to the bedroom that was used for a salon. Colette stayed behind to attend to her own hair, nails and make up. Gary slipped on the pink silk robe and fuzzy high heeled slippers before kissing his lover bye and leaving his bedroom to walk down the hall to have his hair done.

Gary's bobbed blonde hair was jelled, rolled, set and dried while his nails were painted a bright red. His hair was arranged in a puffed up style that reminded him of the hair styles of the late sixties. His make up was applied a little heavier than usual. When he asked about that, he was told that Mademoiselle Gretchen was supposed to return by the afternoon and that they were simply following her instructions.

Gary was shown back to his bedroom, where Colette was waiting. The two assistants wrapped a shiny dark blue satin corset around his already tiny waist. A few minutes of pulling and tugging on the corset laces later and Gary's already tiny waist was nearing the sixteen inch range. Both of the assistants knew that Gretchen and Olga would not return for at least another two hours. They had been given permission to have fun with the pretty little blonde as long as they did not muss her hair or make up. They teasingly toyed with the Gary's big pink nipples and smooth vagina as they continued to dress him. Black silk stockings were slid up Gary's shapely legs and attached to the garters hanging from the bottom of the corset. Two pairs of feminine hands caressed Gary's breasts, legs, vagina and buttocks until he felt himself becoming very moist.

Colette wanted to tell the other two women to leave her Anna alone. Mademoiselle Anna was the one she loved, yet she had to watch as the two older women brought the wasp waist blonde to several orgasms. Colette was only an apprentice to the beauty salon and had been the sexual plaything for the workers there for almost two years. Many of the female employees were essentially lesbian and had taught her a great deal about sapphic love making. They had used lasers to permanently remove all of her body hair. They had pierced her clitoral hood and inserted a self locking gold ring there. She had almost become accustomed to the ring, even though it kept her vagina constantly wet. Now, as she watched the two older women taking turns eating her beautiful blonde lover's sweet tasting pussy, Colette's fingers toyed with her ring until she was able to reach an orgasm each and every time that Anna did.

Gary was eventually helped to his feet and dark blue satin panties were slid up his trembling silk encased legs and pulled up to cover his nearly dripping vagina and round buttocks. His knees were wobbling due to the after shocks that were coursing through his female body from the recent orgasms. Four inch high heel sandals were strapped to his feet and ankles. A dark blue satin wrap dress was held out for him to slip into. It molded itself to the exaggerated curves of his feminine form as the sash was tied around his tiny corseted waist. The bodice of the dress left the tops of his plumped up breasts exposed and the hem line ended at mid thigh. When he was led to the mirror, he saw that he looked absolutely beautiful. He also noticed that his big blue eyes had a just-been-laid look about them.

Gary accompanied Colette to the dining hall. Gretchen and Olga were already there, having just arrived from Bonn, and were very pleased with Gary's over all look. Colette was dismissed and told that her services would not be needed until later in the week. She wanted to tell Anna that she loved her. She wanted to kiss her good-bye. She at least wanted a good-bye hug. She received none of those things as she slowly turned to leave. She did not even see the way that the blonde twenty five year old beauty looked after her as if she were going to get up and run after the younger brunette. Both lovers knew that there would only be trouble if they did as they wanted. Luckily, Gretchen and Olga were busy talking and had not noticed the reactions of the two lesbian sweethearts.

Gretchen was happy that her meeting with the Russian Generals had gone well. Now, however, she wanted to catch up on lost time with the delicious body of Anna Hartz. She had Gary sit between her and Olga at the table. The redhead's hand fell to Gary's thigh beneath the cover of the embroidered linen table cloth. Gary could feel the questing fingers opening the folds of his satin wrap dress, baring his silk covered legs. Of all the other people in the dining hall, only Olga could see the goings on beneath the table cloth. Dr. Hartz had been sent to pick up parts and would be gone for the next few days. Gretchen did not have to worry about him interfering in her plans for his daughter's sexy little body.

Gretchen ate with one hand as the long nails of her left hand slowly caressed the silk covered thigh of the body swapped American male in the beautiful German female blonde body. Tingling sensations traveled up and down Gary's shapely thighs as the redheaded boss's nails slipped from the reinforced stocking tops to the couple of inches of bare white skin separating stocking from satin covered vagina. Despite Gary's wishes, his thighs parted of their own accord. The dark blue satin material protecting his pubic mound was already moist when Gretchen's long nails began teasingly moving across the damp cloth and massaging the excited puffy lips of his vagina.

Gary lost interest in his lunch as his orgasm approached. He had not had any breakfast. Now, he was about to miss out on half of his lunch as his fork slipped from his shaking hand and rattled onto his china plate. Gary glanced around the room to see that there were several other people eating. Luckily, no one seemed to be paying them any attention as Gretchen's long nailed fingers pushed the soaked satin material of the crotch of his panties into his vagina slit until she found his clitoris. The fingers began a gentle side to side movement across his swollen clit. Gary balled his tiny fists as he fought to ward off the approaching climax. Olga was smiling as she watched her boss bringing the body swapped male to a fabulous female orgasm in the great dining hall. Gary gripped the edge of the large table as his orgasm swept over him. A series of gasps, out cry's and violent body shakes betrayed him to all in the room. His body was left slumped in the chair with his legs spread open as he gasped for breath.

Gary's erotic display had brought every penis in the room to erection. All of the women had crossed their legs to heighten their own state of arousal as their vagina lips increased pressure on their own excited clitorises. Gary hastily pulled his wrap dress skirt together as Gretchen and Olga pulled his still shaken body up from the table and guided him toward Gretchen's bedroom upstairs. Gretchen had plans for his innocent female body that would last all evening and half of the night.

As soon as Gretchen's bedroom door had closed behind them, Olga untied the sash around Gary's tiny waist and removed his dark blue satin wrap dress. He stood before them in his very sexy dark blue satin lingerie. Gretchen's and Olga's own dresses quickly joined Gary's on the floor. Each was dressed in silk, satin and lace brassieres, panties, garter belts, and stockings. Gary was French kissed, first by Gretchen, then by Olga as two sets of long thin fingers dipped into his satin panties to play with his moist hairless vagina. His already swollen clit was lightly pinched and pulled until he was near another climax. His own fingers stroked breasts and panty covered surfaces on the two women who were working on him.

Just before Gary could cum again, Gretchen left to open a armoire while Olga led him to the large ornately carved bed. Inside of the bedroom wardrobe, was a row of strap on penises of varying thickness and lengths. Olga moved behind Gary and encircled him with her arms, letting one hand cover one of his breasts and the other dip inside of the front of his soaked satin panties to come to rest over his dripping vagina. She whispered in his ear, "Gretchen has a big surprise for you. We hope that you like it as much as you seem to love eating pussy and having your pussy eaten."

Gretchen selected the largest of the artificial strap on penises and approached the bed. As she drew near, Gary's mind almost went into shock. The dildo she carried in her hands was absolutely huge! At the base of the shaft, there was a large sack containing what looked to be a pair of tennis balls. A smaller shaft stuck out behind and was probably intended to be inserted inside of the wearer's vagina. As Gretchen got closer, Gary could see the strap on device more clearly. It was over a foot long and was bigger around than Gary's balled up female fist. It looked to be the size of a large farm animal's erect penis. Surely, no woman could ever accommodate such an enormous weapon inside of her body.

Gretchen held the gigantic strap on dildo up in front of Gray's terrified face. Yuri Chomenko had used similarly sized dildoes on young innocent girls as a form of torture to extract information from them and their watching families. Gretchen loved the look of terror in the eyes of her victims. As much as Gretchen wanted to use this device on the nearly virginal Gary Richards in Anna Hartz's body, she could not afford to damage the body of Dr. Hartz's daughter. Unfortunately, the doctor was entirely too important to Gretchen's plans for world conquest. She could not jeopardize those plans for an evening of sadistic pleasures.

Gretchen spoke in her European accent, "Wouldn't you love to experience this penetrating deep inside of your body?" Gary's pulse raced as the huge fence post sized dildo was rubbed across the front of his petite female body. Olga massaged his clitoris at the same time. Olga stopped just as Gary thought that he was going to have another orgasm. Gary's feminine body was responding to the nimble fingers despite being in such close contact with the terrifying weapon in the redhead's hands. "Don't worry, Little One, I shall use a smaller cock on your sweet innocent little pussy." Gretchen kissed Gary's lips before returning to the cabinet to select a smaller sized strap on.

Olga played with Gary's drenched clitoris as her boss returned with a strap on dildo that was about six and a half inches long and only a little over an inch in diameter. It had a much smaller sack attached at the base with marble sized balls inside. Protruding out the back was a five and a half inch dildo for the pleasure of the wearer. Gary watched as Gretchen slid her own panties down to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them off of over her high heel shoes before slipping the backward facing dildo inside of her own hairless slit and attached the straps around her waist and the upper part of each thigh.

By wearing a strap on dildo, Gretchen was able to re- live her days as the male, Yuri Chomenko. In his redheaded beauty contestant body, Yuri was a physical contradiction. He was inside of Gretchen's gorgeous female body, but had the erection of an average grown man. She had a beautiful, if slightly evil smile upon her pretty face as she moved closer to the quivering blonde whose satin panties were being lowered by her Russian partner in seduction, Olga.

Gary could not take his eyes off of the artificial cock that bobbed up and down as Gretchen moved closer to him. He had always been a heterosexual male and had never desired sex with a man. Of course, the rest of Gretchen appeared to be very female, he reminded himself as she put her arms around him and pulled him into her erotic embrace. Her strap on rubbed against his smooth vagina lips as their large breasts touched. Her lips were soft and feminine as they kissed and Olga slipped her hand between them to guide the head of the rubber penis between Gary's moist thighs. The strap on cock rubbed against Gary's still excited clit as Gretchen's tongue invaded his sweet mouth.

Olga lifted Gary's arms until they were around the tall redhead's neck and he automatically wrapped his lithe arms tighter. It was as if his female body was taking over his actions. Perhaps, it actually wanted to be penetrated by Gretchen's artificial cock? Maybe the sex drive was buried so deeply in the lower brain that when people were swapped, the sex drive remained with the body and the upper brain exerted little control over those basic needs. Gary could not help himself. The strap on began to feel very, very good as it slowly slide in and out between his moist thighs and it rubbed against his swollen vaginal lips and stiff clitoris.

Gretchen and Olga decided it was the right time to lay the blue eyed blonde on the bed. Gary found himself almost willingly obeying their instructions as they told him to spread his legs to make room for Gretchen to lay between them. The rubber truncheon was warm to the touch as it was guided to the entrance to Gary's lower body. He thought about jumping up from the huge bed and running out the door, but found that his limbs seemed to be paralyzed. Even when he felt the domed head of the strap on spreading open the nether lips of his dripping vagina, he could not move. All he could do was gasp and quiver.

Gretchen loved the power that she had over the sexy blonde underneath her. Yuri Chomenko had wanted to screw this body since the first time he had laid eyes on Anna's beautiful thirteen year old body. If it had not been for her father being so critical to their operations, Yuri would have had Anna then. Now, a dozen years later, Yuri, now in Gretchen's body, was finally realizing that dream as she slipped the first couple of inches of rubber cock into the nearly virginal belly of Anna Hartz's body. The fact that Anna's body was now occupied by an American male only made the situation more erotic to Yuri, in Gretchen Dorfman's body.

Gary had never felt such intense sensations. He thought that he should not be enjoying what the two women were doing to him, but as he felt the domed head of the strap on dildo nuzzling in the wet folds of his vagina, seeking entrance to his lower body, he could offer no more resistance than an impassioned moan. As the weapon penetrated his opening, his female body surrendered itself to the pleasures of the flesh. His silk covered legs lifted off the bed and wrapped themselves around the redhead's narrow waist automatically to allow Gretchen a better angle of penetration. He had made love to several women during his forty nine years. Now, it was his turn. This was the first time that he was allowed to experience what sex is like while a cock stroked in and out of his feminine body and he found himself loving it.

Olga was mesmerized by the situation that was occurring on the large bed in front of her. It looked as if Anna's big blue eyes were going to pop out of their sockets as another inch or two of the smooth shaft was shoved into her curvy blonde body. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly as her entire body quivered with each stroke of the strap on penis. Gretchen was already cumming as she finally shoved the entire cock into the feminine body beneath her in one final stroke. A nub on the top of the base of the penis rubbed against Anna's clit and brought her to a simultaneous orgasm. Olga thought that watching two apparent females enjoying each other was the most erotic thing that she had ever seen. The fact that they had both been males and had been swapped into female bodies only added to the eroticism of the situation. Olga arose from the bed and moved to the cabinet and picked up an eight inch strap on dildo.

Gary Richards was experiencing a series of massive orgasms as the redheaded beauty contestant continued stroking her dildo in and out of his feminine belly. When Gretchen finally rolled off of him, pulling the dripping wet rubber cock from his swollen pussy, Olga took Gretchen's place. Gary looked down between his up thrust breasts to helplessly watch Olga's longer, and thicker, dildo being guided to his defenseless vagina. As the rubber truncheon slowly disappeared from sight, his vaginal sheath was stretched by the ridges along the sides of the larger tool.

It seemed as if Gary's female orgasms occurred every couple of minutes as the ex Soviet spy used her KGB training in lesbian seduction to further convert the former American male into a lesbian love slave. Gary's petite blonde body was covered in a layer of perspiration from the physical exertions. When Olga pulled her long pole from his stretched vagina and lay beside him, Gary saw Gretchen approaching the bed, wearing the huge dildo. Gary's legs felt as if they were made of soft rubber and would not obey his commands to jump up from the bed and run from the room. Gretchen smiled at him as she stood before the bed, stroking her huge lubricated rubber cock with both hands. "Don't worry my little dove, this is not for you. At least, not tonight."

Olga removed her own strap on dildo and was now lying on her back with her tattered silk stocking covered legs spread in anticipation of Gretchen's immense plastic penis as if this were a common occurrence. Gary lay silently on the bed beside the Soviet spy and German beauty contestant and watched in amazement as the massive telephone pole sized dildo was swallowed by Olga's almost impossibly stretched vagina. It looked as if it took every ounce of the redhead's weight to force the last inch into the brunette.

Olga's eyes were glazed over and, even though they were wide open, they were not seeing the events in the room as she shuddered and shook from continuous orgasms that lasted until she fainted. Gary had also reached another climax as his slender fingers strummed his clitoris while he watched the wildly erotic action only inches from his own aroused feminine body.

Sleep finally overtook the exhausted females as they lay together on the large carved wood bed.

Consciousness came slowly to Gary. Even though the words were in German and Gary had only taken a crash course in the language before his vacation to Germany, he found that Anna Hartz's portion of his memory helped him to understand what was being said. Perhaps it was because he was still almost in a dream state that he could comprehend the conversation. He could hear Gretchen and Olga talking about their plans for the money that they would steal from the Federal Reserve Banks in the United States once they had the secret passwords that the real Anna was to bring back from America. Gary pretended to still be asleep so that he could listen.

Gretchen was saying, "General Romanoff will deliver twelve hydrogen bomb tipped SS20 missiles for the one billion US dollars. Then, we will be a powerful force in world politics. Nations will pay tribute and we will set up our own country. I will have a continuos supply of pretty play things such as Anna. With Hartz's memory transfer machine, I will be free to swap into any body that I desire. I will live forever. Eventually, I may be Emperor of Earth. And you, Olga, can sit at my right hand. Just imagine the possibilities!"

Gary heard Olga say, "You can start with one country. Consolidate your power. Then, substitute your own agents into the bodies of the rulers of the other countries until you control the entire world. A brilliant plan!"

Olga paused for a moment before adding, "I wish we could keep the American in Anna's body. He has been so disoriented since the swap that it has been so much easier to seduce him than it would have been with the real Anna. Too bad we will have to kill him after we swap them back."

Gary awoke the rest of the way although he continued to pretend to be asleep. Gretchen and Olga switched to speaking in Russian, which Anna could speak, but it was not her first language. Gary could not pick out more than a few words from the conversation. He had, however, already heard enough. He had hoped that he could trust them when he had been told that they would release him after they had obtained the passwords. Now, he realized that they had lied to him.

Gary watched, through semi closed eyelids, as Gretchen used a computer in the corner of her bedroom to access her bank accounts to shift ten million US dollars to General Romanoff's Swiss bank as a down payment on the missiles. If Gary were left alone in the room, perhaps he could write a short program to record Gretchen's password. If he could set up a Swiss bank account of his own and transfer all of her money into his new account, he could make it difficult for the evil redhead to accomplish her goal of world conquest. He had nothing to loose.

******* Part 4

Gretchen and Olga were preparing to leave for another meeting in Frankfurt as Gary crept out of Gretchen's disheveled bed. Monsieur Roberto and his assistants would keep them occupied for at least half an hour in the salon down the hall.

Gary sat down in front of the already turned on computer in his captor's bedroom and tried to access the Internet. Not knowing the pass word made the attempt impossible. Then, Gary noticed a complimentary CD for Internet service. He quickly inserted it in the computer and started the software. He had a special credit card that he used for Internet purchases. Luckily, he had used it often enough to remember the account number. Within fifteen minutes, he had access to the world wide web.

Gary spent another five minutes setting up a email account and sending a message to the Federal Reserve Board to change their passwords because of a security breach. He used the passwords that were exclusively his own to let them know that the warning was no hoax. He told them of the plot to steal over a billion dollars from the United States Banking system by using an agent to double for Gary Richards. He also told them of the mansion outside of Frankfurt, Germany, where he was being held prisoner. He told them that there was a young blonde German woman that would use the password, "Sparrow", to identify herself to them. He told them that they should treat her as an ally and that they could trust her. He had already decided not to tell them of the mind swapping machine because he was afraid that they would not believe it and, therefore, not believe the story about the plot to steal the money.

He was almost out of time and was becoming nervous. As much as he wanted to email his daughter and the people where he worked and warn them of the impostor in his body, he was not sure how to explain the situation to them in a way that they could believe him. He found the web site that had the software that recorded every key stroke made on a computer and downloaded it. Luckily, Gretchen had a DSL line and the download did not require much time. Starting the software program, Gary deleted the new software application icons from the desktop of the computer, leaving the program running in the back ground. If Gretchen used the computer to transfer any more money from her Swiss bank accounts, the account name and password would be recorded.

Gary arose from the computer just as he heard the brass door knob being turned in the massive carved oak door. He quickly dove face down into the bed as the door began swinging open. Gretchen's long red hair was arranged in a pile of interlocking curls that hung from the top of her head and draped to the left side. Her make up and nails were perfect. She only needed to change into her designer clothing before leaving for her meeting. She saw Gary Richards, in the very pretty blonde body of Anna Hartz, seemingly asleep in her bed and smiled to herself. After wanting to screw that nubile body every since Anna was in her early teens, Yuri, was pleased with himself. Yuri, now also in a beautiful female body, had enjoyed himself the previous night and was considering whether or not to use the biggest strap on dildo on Anna's almost virginal body before he swapped them back.

Gretchen walked up to the side of her antique bed and swatted Gary's shapely up turned bottom with her hand. She loved the way the rounded bottom jiggled slightly. Perhaps she would give the body swapped American businessman a spanking before she used the monster dildo? Maybe, she would even open up his tight little anus with one of her strap on dildoes? She spoke, "Mister Richards, it is time for you to go to your own room and take a bath. Then, Roberto will do your hair for today. I will be back this evening and we will have some more fun. Now, go." Gary was helped out of bed, pointed toward the door, given another swat on his shapely bottom and a gentle push.

Monsieur Roberto's two older assistants were waiting for Gary inside his room. He looked but Colette was no where in sight. He was ushered to the bathroom where a steaming bubble bath was already prepared.

The two older women striped his remaining lingerie from his shapely form before they assisted him into the steaming tub of bubble bath. After the tension of setting up the computer software while running the risk of being caught, Gary found the bath soothing to his on edge nerves. He lay back and let the two women wash his delicate feminine body. Each expertly used a safety razor to remove his body hair from his legs, underarms and pubic mound. Gary had to admit that he had come to enjoy such attention and would miss it when he was able to escape from the mansion, bring back help and finally be re-united with his own male body.

When Gary was helped from the ornate tub, his beautiful body gently toweled dry and led into the bedroom, he did not object as he was pushed back to lie on the bed. He even voluntarily spread his luscious thighs to allow one of the women room to kneel between them. The other woman was smiling as she took one of his pink swollen nipples into her mouth and began suckling on the ultra sensitive tip. Gary made a gasping sound as the women between his thighs licked up the length of his moist slit at the same time. He let his legs rest on the shoulders of the woman munching on his stiffened clitoris as he felt his first orgasm of the day approaching. The woman sucking on his nipple shifted to his other nipple just as his curvaceous body bowed upward in ecstasy.

Gary wore nothing but a thin pink silk robe, a pair of pink high heel slippers and a satisfied smile as he walked into the room that Monsieur Roberto used as a salon. He had become accustomed to walking in high heels and moved with a fluid grace and confidence that he definitely had not had just a few days before. He sat in the chair and let the hair dresser and his two assistants work their magic on his hair, face and nails.

Gary even found that he enjoyed the strict caress of the black satin waist cincher as it was tightened around his already tiny mid-section. A long length pair of black silk stockings were carefully slid up his legs and attached to the six garter straps dangling from the waist cincher. A pair of black lace trimmed black satin panties and brassiere adorned his feminine charms. Next, came the black patent leather pumps and the black satin dress. A wide black patent leather belt cinched in around his tiny waist gave him a petite hour glass figure. A quick glance in the mirror was enough to tell Gary that he was truly beautiful.

Later in the morning, after Gretchen and Olga had gone on their business trip, Gary wandered down to the basement laboratory. One of the things that he had learned was that he actually liked Doctor Hartz. The scientist was a genius. Not only that, but he seemed to be a good person. Gary figured that if Dr. Hartz had not been born behind the Iron Curtain, he probably would have been the most respected research scientist in the world. As it was, he had some how gotten himself tied up with a ruthless mastermind like Gretchen, who, he now knew, planned on killing him after he was back in his own body.

Doctor Hartz was visibly glad to see his daughter, even if he knew that it was really another person occupying her body and that she was actually thousands of kilometers away. He took the time to explain an improvement that he had made in the memory swapping machine. Doctor Hartz and the person in his daughter's body carried on a discussion about the neural interface circuitry for almost two hours. During this time, Dr. Hartz revealed even more of his research results to Gary. It was only natural that they should eat lunch together. It was then, while sitting at a corner table by themselves, that Gary whispered to the Doctor what he had overheard that morning.

Dr. Hartz, closed his eyes, put his fork down and stopped eating. He had been afraid that Yuri Chomenko might do such a thing. He had Yuri's word that he would not kill anyone else. Yuri had explained to him that taking the life of Gretchen Dorfman after he had switched bodies with her was the last time that he would ever have to kill anyone. Deep down inside, Dr. Hartz had known that he was being lied to by his evil old boss. He had let himself be deluded by his own desire for the bloodshed to end.

"Herr Richards, I promise you that I will do all that I can to prevent you from being killed. You see, the person that you know as Gretchen Dorfman was actually the a man. He director of the East German KGB who we swapped into her body after the Wall was torn down. His name was Yuri Chomenko and he was the head of the East German office of the KGB. He was ruthless enough to out live all of his competition in the KGB. He had many of them killed. It was even rumored that the Party Leaders in Moscow kept him isolated in East Germany to keep him from taking over all of the Soviet Union."

"At any rate, Yuri will not try to eliminate you until you are switched back into your own body. We have almost a week to devise a plan for your escape because Anna probably will not return before then." He picked up his fork and returned to eating his lunch in silence as he thought about different ways to save the American's life.

After lunch, Gary was on his way upstairs to go to the bathroom when he met Boris, the agent that had made a pass at him a couple of days before. Boris's mustache bristled as his eyes roved up and down Gary's small delicate body. The young blonde was just asking for his special form of loving when she paraded about the mansion in her tight black satin dress. The bodice mounded itself to the curves of her oversized breasts. A wide black patent leather belt cinched the waist line to an almost impossible degree. The hemline ended about half way down a very shapely pair of thighs, exposing the black silk stockings covering the long shapely legs. A pair of tiny black patent leather high heel pumps completed the enticing outfit. Boris felt his massive penis shifting and lengthening in his shorts as he thought of what he wanted to do to this vision of feminine loveliness.

Gary attempted to move around the Russian Bear sized man blocking his path. Boris slipped a muscular arm around his tiny waist and whispered in Gary's delicate shell like ear, "What is your hurry, Babushka? The boss and Olga will not return for another couple of hours. Why don't we go to your room so I can show you what a woman's body feels like when she is made love to by a real man?"

Gary tried to pull Boris's arm from around his waist but found that Boris was just too strong. He attempted an old karate move by grabbing Boris's middle finger to pry it and the entire hand away from him. It was like trying to bend a large iron pipe. Boris pushed Gary's tiny feminine body up against a wall and was lowering his lips toward Gary's when Doctor Hartz came to the rescue, "Boris! Release her this minute or I will have you punished as soon as Fraulein Gretchen returns!"

Boris shifted his eyes to the Doctor. He knew that he could break the Doctor in two with his bare hands. He also knew that the Doctor was much more valuable to Gretchen that he was. Boris grudgingly released the young blonde beauty. "As you wish, Doctor Hartz. I was just trying to be friendly." His mustache parted slightly as he smiled while he was making plans for later. Doctor Hartz watched Gary Richards, in his daughter's body, hurriedly climb the stairs and reach the relative safety of the hallway leading to his room before he returned to his basement laboratory.

When Gretchen and Olga returned, Doctor Hartz told them of Boris's actions. He did not reveal that he now knew about the plans to eliminate Gary Richards after he was swapped back into his male body. He did not want them to know that Richards had overheard them.

Gretchen promised to have a talk with Boris as she left the Doctor downstairs. The evil thought patterns that had been transferred into the young redhead's brain liked the idea. Having the American businessman forced submit to Boris's caveman style love making would be quite entertaining to watch. Plus, Boris's tool was about the same size as her largest dildo. It would be especially enjoyable knowing that the prim and proper Anna Hartz's body would have it's belly pumped full of Russian sperm. Maybe, Anna, after she had her own body returned to her, would have the surprise of finding out that she was pregnant. Richards would be dead by then and Gretchen could always disavow any knowledge of how Anna's body had been impregnated. Yuri liked the idea very much.

Gretchen and Olga had already made plans on how to best enjoy the delectable body of Anna Hartz this evening. Perhaps they would invite Boris to join them on another night. Gretchen could imagine Olga holding a shapely leg and her holding a shapely leg as Boris settled his huge bulk between them. Poor Gary Richards, in Anna's little feminine body, would be impaled on the massive cock that Boris carried in his trousers. Olga asked her redheaded companion why she was smiling. Gretchen told her that she would have to explain later as they entered Anna's bedroom.

Gary had been trying to think of a viable escape plan when his door opened. At first, when he heard the massive oak door opening, he was afraid that Boris had decided to pay him an unannounced and uninvited visit. Despite the fact that he realized that Gretchen, who he now knew was originally an old man named Yuri Chomenko, was intending to kill him in a few short days, he was relieved that it was her and Olga, and not Boris, coming through his doorway.

Gretchen spoke in her soft foreign accent, "Good afternoon my little dove. How are you today?" Gary responded that he was doing well. The redhead moved closer and slipped an arm around Gary's tiny waist as she said, "That is good. I guess you are becoming more comfortable in your new body." Gary forced himself not to turn his head away as Gretchen pressed her red lips against his. He even parted his lips slightly as her tongue penetrated into his mouth. Gretchen pulled her lips away long enough to add, "Tonight, I think that we shall try something new." Gary never found out exactly what Gretchen's plans were because her cell phone began ringing a moment later.

Gretchen released the cute blonde and answered her phone. Gary could not understand the conversation since it was in Russian. General Romanov had made arrangements for the purchase of a couple of Russian Air Force cargo jets to carry the stolen nuclear missiles to Germany but needed another ten million US dollars to pay off the Russian Air Force Generals. Gretchen reluctantly agreed to the price, hung up the phone and said, "You will excuse me while I take care of some financial business." Gretchen left Gary's bedroom.

Olga smiled at Gary as she moved in to take his petite body into her arms. Olga realized that she had begun to have an emotional attachment for the pretty blonde beauty. She knew that it was not smart to become infatuated with some one that she would probably end up having to terminate, but she had never been in this situation before. Gary could feel the massive breasts of the long haired brunette pressing into his own as her red lips met his. His nipples were erect in his black satin brassiere as her tongue snaked into his moist mouth. Gary could not explain why lesbian sex excited him so much as Olga's hands cupped his shapely buttocks and forced their pubic mounds to rub against each other as her tongue probed his suctioning mouth.

Olga placed her hands on Gary's narrow shoulders and pressed downwards. Their lips lost contact as the pressure increased. Gary did not resist as he was pushed to his knees on the carpeted floor. From Gary's angle, he could see Olga's bright blue eyes and her smile as she took the hem of her skirt in her hands and drew it up her curvaceous thighs. Gary's eyes dropped to the cinnamon colored silk encasing the Russian woman's shapely legs as the darker re-enforced tops of the stockings came into view. Gary licked his lips as he saw that the brunette was wearing a red garter belt and wispy red silk panties under her skirt.

Olga wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the back of Gary's blonde head and pulled his pretty face into the warm silk of her panties. Gary's pert nose could feel the heat emanating from the Russian woman's excited vagina. He found himself nuzzling his mouth into the silky crotch of her moist panties. His fingers pulled the silk crotchband aside as his tongue delved into Olga's lubricated slit and licked her clitoris. He felt her body shudder as he wrapped his soft ruby red lips around the stiff little clit and began sucking on it. It took Olga only a little over three minutes to experience her first climax.

A few minutes later, Gretchen returned to Gary's bedroom just as Olga's and Gary's dresses had been discarded. "Okay, girls, I am horny and we only have half an hour before Olga and I leave for Frankfurt." She did not say that while she was electronically transferring the extra ten million dollars to General Romanov, she had checked her email and that the real Anna Hartz had sent an email saying that she would return to the Frankfurt airport tonight at nine o'clock. Anna had picked up the passwords and was returning earlier than scheduled. She and Olga would leave in half an hour to be in Frankfurt to pick Anna up when her plane arrived. Gretchen was even hornier than Olga had been and wanted Anna's female body to get her off at least one more time before Gary and Anna were switched back into their own bodies.

"Gary, I want you to eat my pussy." Gretchen lay back on Gary's antique bed as she raised her skirts and parted her thighs. She wore blue lingerie to match her dress. Gary could not disobey the command to eat Gretchen's sweet juicy pussy. He had been too well trained since the swap. He pulled her panties to one side as his ruby lips and wriggling tongue worked on his captor's wet hairless vagina. Gary made Gretchen reach three orgasms before the two women left him alone and unsatisfied.

Gary, wearing nothing but his black satin lingerie, looked out the window and saw the headlights of the big Mercedes sedan as it left the garage and followed the drive way around the house on it's path to the front gate. His dainty little hands cupped his satin and lace supported breasts and pinched his erect nipples through the material before he could force himself to remove his hands from his sensitive mounds. He knew that his number one priority had to be getting to Gretchen's computer to see if he could get the passwords to her Swiss bank accounts. Not knowing that they had gone to the airport to pick the returning Anna Hartz, he thought that he could always masturbate later.

Gary did not even take the time to put his dress on. He checked the hallway to make sure that it was clear before he quickly, at least for a girl in very high heels, moved to Gretchen's bedroom door. Luckily, Gretchen had been so excited about getting her evil hands on a billion US dollars, she had forgotten to lock the door. Gary sat down at the computer and checked the monitoring software. It was running. Not only was it running, but it had recorded every key stroke that Gretchen had made. Including the secret passwords and the email from the real Anna Hartz!

Gary logged into his own Internet account and went to one of the Swiss bank's web pages. There, he established a numbered account by transferring a thousand US dollars into the account from his credit card. Once that had been accomplished, he logged out of his Internet software and, using Gretchen's pass words, logged into her ISP. From there, he used her secret account codes and password to transfer every last cent of the approximately seven hundred million US dollars from her bank account into his own Swiss bank account.

Gary also read the record of the email from Anna Hartz. She was returning tonight! That meant that he had to escape tonight or else he would be terminated after they were switched back into their own bodies.

Gary emailed the entire contents of Gretchen's hard drive to his business computer account. He figured no one else would read it in the hard drive where he placed it. Next, he downloaded a known virus from the Internet. The virus program would over-write the entire hard drive. He knew that deleted data would still be sitting on the hard drive and that there were several ways to undelete deleted files. This software would make that an impossibility. It would wipe out all of Gretchen's personal computer files.

Gary knew that if he could prevent Gretchen from getting the money from the Federal Reserve Banking System and deplete her banking account, she would have trouble carrying out her evil plans for world conquest. He smiled as he stood up, turned and started for the door to Gretchen's bedroom just as it swung open. It was Boris!

"What are you doing in the Boss's bedroom? You are not supposed to be here." Boris's stern expression turned into a smile as he saw that the young blonde wore only sexy black satin and lace lingerie. His dick was swelling in size as his ears heard the feeble excuse that she was hiding in Gretchen's bedroom. When he asked, "And who are you hiding from?" Her answer was that she was hiding from him only made his cock grow bigger and stiffer.

He could see the skimpily clad blonde tremble as he approached. He knew that she knew that Gretchen and Olga had left the mansion and would not return for hours. He also knew that she knew that Doctor Hartz was probably still in the basement laboratory working on his machinery and would not come to her assistance this time. This time, Gary would be at the mercy of the gigantic Russian.

Boris towered over his blonde prey. Gary glanced up at him and did not like the predatory expression on Boris's face. "Babushka, do not worry your pretty little head about anything. Just put yourself in Boris's big strong hands and I will make sure that you enjoy yourself." Gary tried to dart around the big Russian only to find out that he was much faster than he looked. Boris wrapped a huge arm around Gary's petite mid section and lifted his tiny high heeled feet from the floor.

Gary's struggling female body was easily carried to the ornate bed and tossed onto his back. Boris reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He dropped them next to Gary and said, "Another stunt like that and I will handcuff you for your own protection." Judging from the smile peeking out from under the bushy mustache, Gary figured that Boris would enjoy that too.

Boris removed his jacket as he looked down on the beautiful but terrified woman lying on the ornate bed. He wore a shoulder holster with a pistol carried in a horizontal position. It was held in place by a thumb strap. Gary saw the name, "Glock", embossed in the side of the handle. He had a friend that had bought two such hand guns. He remembered his friend saying that, "The guns have no manual safety to operate. You just pull them out of a holster and start shooting. In fact, the police agencies are getting rid of the guns because rookies pull them out and accidentally shoot innocent people. It turns out that the guns are considered dangerous because they have a tendency to go off whenever some one pulls the trigger!"

Gary's thoughts were brought back to his current situation when Boris placed his huge hand over the front of his black satin and lace panties. Gary grabbed Boris's hand and tried to remove it but could not. Boris was too big and too strong. Boris grinned down at him as he curled his middle finger in between Gary's soft white thighs and onto the smooth satin crotchband of his panties. Boris loved the frightened look in the big innocent blue eyes of the woman whose vagina was being massaged by the questing fingers of his large powerful hand. He thought that since the panties were already moist, she must want him. He did not know that the moistness was due to orally servicing Gretchen and Olga before they left without getting any release of her own. Gary pleaded with the huge Russian, "Please, Boris, let me go and I will pay you money!"

"Hush, Babushka! I have made love to many women. I do not want money. I want this!" To emphasize what he meant, Boris slipped his middle finger under the satin crotchband of Gary's panties and, after wetting it in the juices he found there, shoved it deep into Gary's already over heated vagina. Gary gasped as he tried to move away from the huge invading finger. The more he wiggled as he tried to escape, the deeper the finger penetrated into his helpless vagina.

Boris reached around Gary and unhooked his brassiere with his left hand. Boris's middle finger rotated and stroked in and out of the moist vagina as his thumb rubbed and massaged the growing clitoris. By the time that Gary realized that his brassiere was being unhooked, it was already removed and flung halfway across the bed. He was defenseless as Boris began sucking on his large pink nipples.

If only Gretchen or Olga had returned the favor as he had gone down on them. He would have had an orgasm and his body would not have been so keyed up that he would not have been able to resist the sensations generated in his sensitive wet vagina and extended pink nipples. As much as Gary did not want to respond sexually to another man, he could feel an orgasm approaching as the long thick finger continued to stroke in and out of his throbbing vagina. He knew that it would be only a few minutes before he came for Boris.

Boris was grinning from ear to ear as he watched the facial expressions on the pretty face. He knew that the American business man in Anna Hartz's body probably thought that having sex with him would be a form of homosexuality. Boris did not care. What he was looking at was all woman. A beautiful young blonde German woman that he wanted to fuck until she could not walk! He could fuck her now, and after the real Anna was transferred back into this body, he would be able to grin at her because he had fucked her body.

Boris switched his suctioning lips to the other nipple. He could hear the girl gasping for air as her climax drew closer. His hand was now moving so fast that his hand was almost a blur as it pumped in and out of the blonde's dripping wet cunt. Her hips were involuntarily rising up to meet the thrusts of his finger as she was moaning. Boris's cock was so stiff, he was afraid that it would rip his trousers!

Gary had vainly tried to resist the sensations generated by his female body and had failed completely. Boris had over half of Gary's right tit in his cavernous mouth as his huge tongue licked the swollen pink nipple. Just as Gary thought that his nipple could not take any more stimulation, Boris switched to left boob. That, plus what was happening to his crotch, pushed Gary over the edge as his body was racked by a massive toe curling orgasm.

Boris held onto the tiny feminine body as it bucked and writhed on the bed. He rubbed the distended clitoris hard with his thumb to prolong the climax for several minutes as the blonde writhed uncontrollably. By the time, which seemed like hours later to Gary, that Boris stopped rubbing his swollen clit, Gary's female form was covered in perspiration and his entire body was shaking in after shocks. Boris hooked his meaty fingers into the waistband of Gary's black satin panties and slowly pulled them down over his silk covered legs. When they hung up on one of Gary's black patent leather pumps, Boris left them dangling there.

Boris saw that Gary's cunt was bald and said, "Lesbians love shaved pussies. That way, they can be carpet munchers and not get hair in their teeth." Boris had planned on fucking the pretty blonde right away. Seeing her shaven cunt made him change his mind. He picked the petite blonde up by her hips and raised them to the same level as his lips. His broad tongue forced itself deep into the wet swollen folds of her pussy.

Gary had no control over his body as he was being held almost upside down. His black silk covered thighs involuntarily wrapped themselves around Boris's thick neck in an attempt to hold on. This only made it easier for Boris's tongue to reach deeper into his out of control vagina. With the bristling mustache tickling his clitoris, it was only a few minutes before he was cumming once again.

The high pitched cries of ecstasy coming from the young woman at the same time that her body jerked and shook told Boris that he had brought her to another gigantic climax. He continued to eat her snatch until she stopped writhing. He lowered her nearly unconscious form to the bed. The blonde's blue eyes were almost rolled back in her pretty head as her chest, and massive tits, rose and fell quickly. Her black satin waist cincher gripped her tiny middle. Six garter straps were attached to the tops of her long black silk stockings. Her black satin panties still hung on one of her black patent leather high heel pumps. Her legs were spread obscenely in the position that had Boris left them in. Boris unzipped his trousers. As he unbuckled his belt, he could not decide if he should get the young woman to suck his cock first, or, if he would just fuck her tight juicy cunt.

Gary began to recover from his orgasms as he was being pulled to a sitting position. Even before his eyes were able to focus, something extremely large was being rubbed across his soft ruby red lips. Boris used his thumbs against Gary's jaw bone to pry his mouth open. Then, it felt as if a baseball was being forced into his mouth. Gary came fully awake to find that that Boris had the head of his huge erect penis stretching his soft red lips.

Boris loved the erotic sight of the beautiful blonde fraulein with his over sized cock in her mouth. "Babushka, do not bite or else I will have to hurt you very, very badly. Understand? Okay. I want you to use you sweet little tongue to lick the head of my dick. And, form a suction with your lips around my cock while you are at it. Any one in that sexy body should be a great cock sucker. Get busy." Boris wrapped his huge meaty hands around the blonde's small head and began rocking it on and off of his stiff cock.

Gary tried to figure a way out of his situation even as his head was being forcibly stroked back and forth on the enormous penis. What worried him even more than the fact that he was essentially being raped by the large Russian was the fact that some part of his being, the feminine part that accompanied the female body he was inside of, was beginning to enjoy giving Boris a blow job. Gary rolled his big blue eyes upwards and saw Boris grinning down at his pretty face as it stretched around his immense tool. Gary also noticed that he could probably reach the pistol in Boris's shoulder holster. Some how, he had to reach the gun!

Boris smiled even bigger as he felt the small red tongue begin licking around the rim of the head of his iron hard cock. He thought that the American business man had probably lost the battle with his female brain and body. The German girl was sucking Boris's dick as well as any slut that he had ever had the pleasure of carnally knowing. When he saw both of the delicate hands come up to wrap around the thick shaft of his cock and begin stroking up and down in time with the warm wet suctioning on the baseball sized head. Boris closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he enjoyed his blow job.

Gary was watching Boris as he sucked his huge cock. When Boris closed his eyes and rolled his head back, that was Gary's cue. He freed his right hand and, as quickly as he could move while still shaking from his previous orgasms, grabbed the butt of the Glock pistol, unsnapped the thumb strap and pulled it from Boris's shoulder holster. By the time Boris realized what the blonde had done, the barrel of the gun was pointed at his chest and her stretched red lips had been pulled from his almost ready to ejaculate weapon.

"Babushka! What are you doing?" Boris exclaimed. "You are not a killer. You could never shoot me. You don't have the balls to pull the trigger!" Boris laughed as he prepared to grab the gun away from the petite young blonde.

Gary realized that he would have trouble killing Boris, even though Boris was about to rape him. Gary reached out with his left hand and took Boris's still hard cock in as strong of a grip as his tiny hand could manage. Then, he placed the muzzle of the gun against the base of the Russian's erect penis. "If you try to take your gun back it will go off and you will loose your dick and balls. Then, neither of us will have balls! Understand?"

Boris's eyes grew large. Boris was a brave man in a fight, or a battle, and had killed many people. He had guessed that Gary Richards could not kill another human being. This way, however, Richards would not be killing anyone. It would be Boris, hinself, that caused the gun to go off as he wrestled it out of the blonde's small hands. Boris lost his erection when he saw how tightly the trigger was being held. "Okay, Babushka, what do you want?"

Gary ordered Boris to pick up his handcuffs from the bed where he had dropped them. Next, they slowly moved to the head of the carved oak antique bed where Gary had Boris handcuff himself to the massive headboard. Now, Gary could escape from the mansion before Gretchen and Olga returned with the real Anna. Gary wanted to be back in his own body, but he knew that his life would probably end almost immediately there after. He would need to summon help before he could be safely switched back into his own body.

Gary stood on his shaky legs as the tremors from his recent orgasms still coursed through his shapely body. He glanced at Boris's still slightly swollen penis and wondered what it would have tasted like to have it shoot it's sperm down his suctioning throat. Maybe later, Boris could have shoehorned his massive club into Gary's tight little vagina? Gary tried to sweep those thoughts out of his head as he turned to locate something to gag Boris with to keep him from calling for help as soon as Gary left the room.

"Babushka, don't leave me like this. Gretchen will get mad at me. Come on, let me make love to you. You were enjoying what we were doing. I could tell that you were really enjoying sucking my big dick. Uncuff me and I will fuck you better than you have ever fucked." Gary desperately needed to make Boris be quiet before he was tempted to take him up on his offer. Gary pulled his black satin and lace panties from where they were hung on his high heel pump and stuffed them into Boris's mouth. Then, he used his black satin brassiere to tie around the Russian's head to hold the panties in place.

"Sorry, Boris. But, I have to make sure that you don't yell for help after I leave." Gary pulled out the key rings from Boris's pockets and took one last glance at the biggest penis that he had ever seen before climbing off the bed and leaving Gretchen's bedroom. The last that Boris noticed about the American in the cute blonde female body was the way her cute little round ass wiggled as she walked across the floor wearing nothing but a black satin waist cincher, a pair of long length black silk stockings and a pair of black patent leather high heel pumps. He was left with her wet panties in his mouth, which did muffle his calls for help.

After closing Gretchen's door tightly, Gary walked quickly down the hallway to his own room. He dallied just long enough to grab his dress and run out of his bedroom in the direction of the back door to the mansion. Gary donned his black satin dress as he ran as fast as his high heels allowed. The bouncing of his large breasts made him wish that he had taken time to put on another brassiere.

A key was necessary to open the dead bolt lock on the inside of the back door. It took five tries to find the correct key. When the door opened, Gary was outside of the mansion for the first time since his mind had been switched into Anna Hartz's body. His high heels clicked on the paving stones as he hurried toward the detached garage. The chilly night air swirled up under his thin satin dress and reminded him that he was not wearing panties.

Gary found the correct key for the garage and opened the door. There was an empty space near the door where the Mercedes sedan had been parked. Next in line was a red Porsche sports car. Gary found two Porsche keys on one of the rings. One of them opened the driver's door. A couple of minutes later, the engine roared to life. Operating a clutch pedal in high heels was a new experience for Gary. He managed to find a switch that operated the garage door, put the transmission in first gear and took off down the drive way. He had to shift once before he approached the front gate. There were two other switches. He pressed both and the gate opened just before the Porsche sped through.

Gary turned in the direction that they had come the fateful day that he had arrived at the mansion. He still had trouble operating the clutch in his high heels. Otherwise, it was almost like he was driving his 3000GT back home.

The headlights were on high beam and he was rolling along at almost 150 Kmph, when, as he was rounding a curve, he saw a roadblock of military type vehicles across the road. He slammed on the brakes and the Porsche stopped just in time for the high intensity searchlights to come on and glare into his windshield.

Before Gary, blinded by the bright lights, could shift the transmission into reverse and escape, the drivers door was yanked open. Some one swiftly reached across, turned off the ignition switch and pulled out the key. A second later, Gary was jerked out of the driver's seat and spread eagled, face down, on the ground. Several sets of hands began searching every inch of his feminine form before he could cry out, "Sparrow!" He repeated the pass word twice.

A couple of hands remained at the moist cleft under his skirt for far longer than any other hand that searched his body. Eventually, even they pulled back. Then, he heard one of the men that was holding him down ask, "What did you say?" Gary repeated the pass word once more. Gary looked up to see the soldier speaking into a lapel microphone. "Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir!"

Gary was lifted up off the pavement and physically carried by several soldiers to a waiting HumVee. He was loaded into the passenger seat as the driver floored the accelerator and they took off up a little used dirt side road. Five minutes later, the vehicle reached a small clearing where a plain looking motor home was parked next to another HumVee and a helicopter. Another soldier escorted Gary to the door of the motor home, the inside of which was anything but plain.

A middle aged man in civilian clothing greeted Gary as he climbed the steps into a Delta Force command vehicle. "My name is Ryan Jackson. I work for an agency of the US government. We received a dispatch from the Federal Reserve Chairman forwarding an email from Gary Richards about a plot to steal money from the Federal Reserve Banks and he specifically mentioned that we should trust any one using the code word 'Sparrow'."

Jackson quickly evaluated the young woman. About mid twenties. Blond hair in a cute bobbed style. Bright blue eyes. About five foot six in high heels. Judging from the way the thin black satin dress hugged her shapely figure, she had a killer body. And, very obviously, she was not wearing a brassiere. Jackson figure that there was a possibility that she was a high priced call girl that Gary Richards had become involved with while on vacation in Germany.

Jackson had led Gary through the tight confines of high tech electronic gear and the command and control mobile center personnel to a glass booth in the back of the motor home. When they were inside, he closed the door. "This is a sound proof booth for discussions of a nature beyond the security clearance of the others. Very quickly, tell me about Gary Richards, Gretchen Dorfman and her plan."

Gary breathed a sigh of relief. At last, he had some one that he could tell his story to. "Actually, I am Gary Richards. Doctor Hartz has developed a machine that can swap people's minds into another person's body. Anna Hartz, whose body I am in, is Doctor Hartz's daughter. She is in my body and has probably stolen the computer pass words to the Federal Reserve Computer system by now. Did the Federal Reserve do as I said? Have they changed the codes yet?"

Ryan Jackson looked at the attractive young blonde for a moment before he pressed a button and called for Sergeant Cooper to report to his location. "I wonder," he thought to himself, "If this whole thing is a false alarm caused by this deranged young woman?" He was going to have the Sarge arrest the very pretty, but obviously insane, young lady.

Gary, not knowing that he was destined to wear a strait jacket, added. "Doctor Hartz told me that Gretchen Dorfman was really an old man that had been in the Soviet KGB. They switched their bodies and killed the girl while she was in the man's old body. Have you ever heard of some one by the name of Yuri Chomenko?"

Sergeant Cooper knocked on the door to the booth. Jackson thought for a moment, then, opened the door and asked, "Sarg, could you please get us a couple of cups of coffee?" As insane as the story sounded, it was the missing piece in a puzzle that no one else had been able to solve. It had been a major mystery to the CIA. After the death of the old sadist, Chomenko, why would all of his KGB people transfer their loyalty to an eighteen year old beauty contestant? Sure, she had been implicated in the mysterious death of a Greek banker just when they had lost over eight hundred million dollars, but would that be enough to instill such loyalty? This story was crazy! But, it made sense, too!

Ryan sighed. He hoped this was for real. "Okay, Miss, tell me your story from the beginning." Twenty minutes later, Gary, although having omitted most of the sexual details, told the last of the story. Ryan Jackson was silent for a few moments before he nodded his head. He punched a button and spoke into a microphone, "Proceed on operation Hansel and Gretel."

Jackson turned to the attractive blonde, "Mr. Richards, this situation is classified as top secret and we must preserve your cover. Therefore, until you are transferred back into your own body, I will call you by the name of Miss Hartz." He listened to a tiny in the ear earphone for a moment before continuing. "We have a Delta Force Strike Team in place. The jumpers have just left their plane. They will free fall in from eight thousand feet, deploy their chutes at five hundred feet and be on the ground very shortly."

Jackson listened to his ear phone again, then leaned forward to press the mic button, "That is affirmative. Let's start moving in." Gary felt the motor home/command center begin to move. "Miss Hartz, let's go out where we can better see the video cameras." When they were seated in two chairs in front of a series of video screens, Gary could see that the cameras must be located on the helmets of some of the Delta Force soldiers. A few of cameras were showing a view of falling through the air as they were parachuting over the mansion. Another was on a Bradley Fighting Vehicle as it was poised and apparently about to crash through the gate. Then, the red Porsche moved in front of it and the military driver pressed the button to open the gate. It opened as some of the sky divers landed on the roof and others landed on the ground beside the mansion.

Jackson turned to Gary for a second, "The Mercedes arrived while you were telling me your story. Unfortunately, it was going in the wrong direction and cleared our road block. That means that Gretchen Dorfman, Olga and Mr. Richards have arrived and they know that we are here. I had hoped that we could catch everyone with their pants down and not have to fire a shot." Just as the entry team opened the front door, they were met with a hail of gun fire.

Two of the Delta Force soldiers were down as others exchanged fire with the person that appeared to be at the doorway leading to the basement. Gary told Jackson where the door led as another soldier was wounded. A grenade took care of the person defending the basement doorway. A moment later the soldiers were descending the stairs to secure the basement and the mind swapping machine. As the first team member entered the basement, there was a huge explosion that knocked out the helmet mounted camera and killed the soldier. Ten minutes later, the mansion was secure.

Jackson held out his hand to assist Gary as he stepped down from the motor home onto the drive way of the mansion. Some smoke poured from the entranceway to the building as they stepped inside. A Delta Force Captain told them that they would have to wait a few minutes to go down into the basement, but that they could inspect the upstairs portion of the house. Jackson asked to see Gretchen's bedroom and Gary led the way.

When Gary opened the carved oak door, he was startled to see Boris lying on the carpeted floor. A single bullet hole was in his forehead. Gary had said just enough about how he had managed to escape for Jackson to figure that this was the work of Yuri Chomenko. It had been one of the old KGB boss's trademark's to put a single bullet in the forehead of those he was executing.

Jackson noticed that the young blonde was nearly in shock. "Don't worry about Boris. He killed more than ten people that we know of and deserved what he got. Chomenko, when questioning some one, used to rape their young daughters while their entire families were forced to watch. Then, after he had learned everything that he wanted to know, he executed the family and put the girl in a KGB whorehouse. When Chomenko got to old to get it up, he let Boris rape the girls while he questioned the parents. Boris was a slug and this is justice." Still, Gary felt responsible for the giant Russian's death.

Jackson received word that the basement was now secure and they went down the staircase to the basement door. It had been Olga who had shot the Delta Force soldiers. Her body lay at the top of the basement steps with a Scorpion machine pistol next to her and a pile of spent 7.65mm cartridge casings on the floor. Gary could not help but notice that, even in death, the blue eyed brunette was still pretty. Jackson took Gary by the elbow and led him down the stairs.

At the bottom of the steps, they were met by the Captain. "They had set charges before we took the basement. We found a passage way through a hidden panel. It looks as if Gretchen Dorfman managed to escape. We have not found Dr. Hartz, either. The American, Richards, is severely wounded. The medic said he would not survive."

Gary felt his knees buckling beneath him. Ryan Jackson's hold on his elbow prevented him from collapsing to the stone floor. "Where?" Was all that he could ask. Jackson and the Captain escorted Gary through the smoke to where a medic was working on a mortally wounded middle aged blonde haired man.

Gary could see that Anna was still conscious as he dropped to his knees beside her prone male body. Red blood had saturated her shirt as she gasped for breath. She looked up and almost instantly recognized her female body. She reached out with a red coated hand and took Gary's much smaller hand into her own. Her voice was almost a whisper, "I am sorry for all the trouble that we have caused you." She coughed, causing red foam to appear on her lips. In an even weaker voice, she added, "You had a nice life. Now, it looks like you will have to spend the rest of it as a woman."

In the basement of a mansion in Germany, sitting on the cold stone floor, Gary Richards, in a young female body, held the hand of the woman whose body he now occupied, as the woman died, while in his own older male body. Gary's tears ran down his face and dripped on his black satin dress. He had never felt so alone.

Jennifer Richards was the lone passenger in the US government limousine that had picked her up at the Washington airport. She could have looked out the window as they passed the Lincoln Memorial or Washington Monument, but did not. It was only as the north gates of the White House opened that she interrupted her thoughts to take notice of where the government vehicle was taking her.

Jennifer's father had been killed while on vacation in Germany a couple of weeks before. She had requested information about how her father had died, but the State Department had been less than helpful. It was as if the government was trying to cover up the details of her father's death. She had made demands for her Senators and Congressional Representative to investigate. The result was an invitation to the White House.

She remembered her and her father's last conversation as if it were only yesterday. He had invited her to go to Germany with him on his first real vacation in many years. Perhaps, if she had, he would still be alive? Like most relatives after loosing a loved one, she once again asked herself if there was something that she should have done differently that would have prevented her father's death.

The limo stopped in front of the north entrance to the White House. A plain clothes Secret Service agent opened the car door for Jennifer and escorted her past the guards and into the Presidential Mansion. As she followed the man down the hallowed halls, she renewed her determination to find out all of the details of her father's death. The original story of a terrorist bomb attack was less than believable. She was shown into a room where two men and a very pretty blonde woman in a navy blue two piece business suit were already seated at a conference table. Both men stood up as she entered the room. One of the men was the President of the United States.

The President greeted Jennifer, "Miss Richards, I wish to thank you for coming. Won't you please sit down?" She sat in the offered leather chair. "I hope that you had a pleasant trip to Washington. I sent Air Force Two to pick you up as a token of the gratitude that we, as a Nation feel toward your father." He paused for a moment before adding, "I also want to say how sorry I am about you father's unfortunate death. He was a very brave man."

Jennifer stared at the President as she asked, "Could you please tell me the details of how my father died?"

The President turned to the man on his left and introduced him, "I think that I will let Mister Jackson give you the details." Jennifer shifted her attention to the middle aged man sitting next to the President and across the table from her.

"Miss Richards, your father was a hero. He was killed by a gang of organized terrorists when they kidnapped him in an attempt to discover the secret passwords to the Federal Reserve System computer software. They knew that his company was the source of some new software and had decided that if they could obtain these pass word codes and a copy of the software, that they could steal over a billion dollars from our country. If they had been successful, they would have bought a dozen nuclear missiles from the black market in Russia. With such power, they could have murdered billions of people and destroyed our entire civilization. Your father risked his life to block their plans for world conquest."

Ryan noticed that a tear was rolling down the pretty daughter's cheek. Jennifer had just thought of her father as a company owner who worked too hard. She had never imagined that her father could be involved in such dangerous activities. Jennifer gratefully accepted the offered lace trimmed hanky that the blonde woman passed to her and dabbed the tears from her eyes as Ryan continued with the approved for family members official cover story. "Your father worked in close cooperation with this young woman on my left. They had secretly known each other for several years." Ryan Jackson paused for a moment before adding, "They were married just before your father was killed." Ryan paused for another moment before he said, "May I introduce your father's widow, Anna Richards."

There was a Burgermeister in Germany, along with two witnesses, who would swear that Gary Richards and Anna Hartz had married on the date written on the phony marriage license. The ruse would give Gary Richards a means to return to his home, his business, and, at least to some extent, to his family.

Jennifer turned an incredulous eye toward the blonde woman whose hanky she had accepted. She and her father had been too close for her to believe that he would ever get married without telling her first. He would have at least invited her to the wedding. Jennifer felt the rage rising up inside her as she stood up. "I do not believe it! And, I will not accept it! I want the truth! And, I want it now!"

The blonde woman spoke for the first time since Jennifer had entered the room. Tears were now rolling down her cheeks as she said, "I told you that she would not fall for your story." Ryan Jackson turned to Anna as she continued, "Either you tell her the truth, or, I will." The President and Ryan heard the steel in the soft voice and each reluctantly nodded their heads in unison.

Gary Richards reached across the table and took his daughter's hands in his. "Jennifer, please sit back down because what I have to tell you is even less believable than the story that they have told you. Please, just listen to everything that I have to say before you pass judgment." Jennifer passed the moist hanky back to the blonde woman so that she, too, could dry the tears that were beginning to stream down her face. The blonde woman's obvious sincerity kept Jennifer quiet for the next twenty minutes as a most amazing story was told to her.

Jennifer's mind told her to reject the blonde's story as just another government cover-up. The story defied all logic! Such things could not possibly happen! How could this woman, that looked to be about her own age, be her father? It was the obvious concern, the honesty, the sincerity, and emotion in the big blue eyes, the soft voice and the facial expressions that kept Jennifer Richards mesmerized as she listened to the fantastic story. As impossible as the story sounded, Jennifer actually was beginning to accept the fantastic idea that the very pretty blonde could actually be her father.

When Gary finished his story, every one sat in silence. The President waited for a full minute before adding, "Miss Richards, this is actually the truth. It is classified as Ultra Secret and only six people in the United States were to ever know the truth. Now, you are number seven. We are using the marriage certificate for your father and his new persona as a cover. We must insist that you not divulge this information to anyone. National security depends on your cooperation."

Ryan Jackson added, "As far as we know, Yuri Chomenko is still out there somewhere. He may still be in Miss Dorfman's body, or, he may have swapped with some one else. We know that he escaped, taking Dr. Hartz with him. We have to consider him to be very, very dangerous. We will be guarding your father, that is, your new step mother twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. You can help us by keeping this secret."

Jennifer looked up from the delicate hands that were still holding hers. She never would have believed that her father could end up being a beautiful woman. She said that she would cooperate as she borrowed the hanky to once again dry her eyes again. The President and Ryan breathed easier. Gary Richards felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted from his narrow shoulders as he stood up to embrace his daughter.

Two weeks earlier:

After the disastrous raid on Yuri Chomenko/Gretchen Dorfman's headquarters, Gary Richards was transported to the CIA headquarters in Germany. It was now morning and he had been up all night long. His blouse and skirt were stained with the life blood of his male body. His stomach was cramping as he excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he entered the door to the Men's Room, an elderly woman grabbed his arm and pulled him back out into the hallway, "Wrong room, Honey," she had said as she pointed him towards the Ladies' Room. Gary did not argue as he hurried through the doorway.

Gary entered a stall, closed the door, lowered his skirt, sat on the commode seat and discovered that he was bleeding. At first, he was afraid that he was injured. He was relieved when he could find no wounds. Then, it dawned on him. He was menstruating! Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he realized that he was stuck in a woman's body and that he would have to endure this situation each and every month.

Ryan Jackson had seen Gary Richards/Anna Hartz leave for the restroom almost half an hour earlier. When she did not return in a reasonable time, he asked Mrs. Bland, the same elderly woman who had caught Gary before he had entered the Men's Room, to check on the young blonde woman in the Ladies' Room. Elizabeth Bland was a cryptographer who had served in the United States Army as a sergeant for twenty years before she had been employed by the CIA. She was very professional and could be trusted.

Mrs. Bland found a young blonde woman in one of the stalls. She was softly sobbing as she sat on the commode. When asked what was the matter, she said only that she was bleeding. The elderly woman asked if she was wounded. "No. I'm menstruating!" was the forlorn reply. Elizabeth had seen that the woman was in her mid twenties and decided that she was either very stupid or emotionally unstable to react this way over a period as she went to tell Mr. Jackson about what she had found.

Ryan closed is eyes and sighed deeply as he heard the news. He could not imagine being in Mr. Richards place. To see your own male body die, then get your period in the same night? He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that he and Mrs. Bland were alone in the hallway before he swore her to silence and told her about how the young blonde woman was recently a middle aged man. When the story was over, he asked her to do whatever she could to ease Gary Richards' transition.

Gary's tear ducts were finally dry as the understanding older woman returned. He was surprised to hear his male name being used. "Mr. Richards, I am here to help you. Please unlock the stall door and we will start your education in feminine hygiene."

Mrs. Bland was like a Mother Hen as she took Gary Richards under her wing and taught him the things that a mother would normally teach her young daughter. She arranged to have his female clothing delivered to the headquarters by noon. A tampon, a shower and a fresh set of clothes made the world a much friendlier place for Gary.

Ryan Jackson and two other CIA representatives questioned Gary about how he had been entangled in the spy swapping situation. He told them everything, including about how he had hidden Gretchen's money, but would not give them the number or password for the Swiss bank account. He knew that as long as he controlled hundreds of millions of dollars, he had a bargaining position. He asked if he could contact his daughter to let her know that he was still alive, but, no matter how he argued, his request was denied.

A week went by. His period had ended. Gary was adapting to being a female. Two men from the Greek banking system were shown into a conference room to meet Gary. They were desperate. Their bank was about to be audited and they were short about eight hundred million dollars. When Anna Hartz entered the room, they stood up. An hour later, all but sixty million dollars of the Swiss bank account had been returned to it's rightful owners. The sixty million had finally been agreed upon as a finders fee. Gary did not know if he would be able to return home to his daughter and business. The money would give him financial security as he lived out the rest of his life as a woman.

The day before Gary and Ryan Jackson had flown to Washington, D C, Ryan had told Gary of the plan to create the story of him having married Anna Hartz just before he was killed by terrorists. He had reservations about whether or not his daughter would believe such a story.

The flight from Washington to California on Air Force Two gave Gary and Jennifer time to talk. The Secret Service agents remained at a discreet distance so that Jennifer Richards could become aquatinted with her new step mother. Several times, she would ask Gary a question that she knew that only her father could answer. Each time, the beautiful blonde woman knew the answer. By the time the airplane landed, Jennifer needed no more convincing.

They were hustled into one of two Chevrolet Suburbans with blacked out windows which pulled up to the VIP passenger ramp. The two vehicle motorcade made its way as inconspicuously as possible toward Gary's home. When they pulled into the driveway, he noticed that a six foot chain link fence had been erected around his property. A remote controlled gate opened, allowing the armored vehicles to pass through.

As they entered Gary's house, a tall handsome agent about thirty years old greeted them. "Mrs. Richards, I am Paul Thorpe. I am the site supervisor and will be directly responsible for your safety and welfare. If there is anything that you need, just ask."

Paul paused to see if there were any questions before continuing, "We have moved a command trailer onto the back of your property. We have also made several modifications to your home to increase your safety. We have no monitoring devices inside the house so as not to invade your privacy unnecessarily. You will, however, find that we have installed an intercom system that is connected directly to the command center from every room. If you have any problems at all, just push the talk button and some one will take care of the situation. I know that you have both flown across the country and are probably tired, so, I'll leave now. Good night, Ladies." He closed the door behind him.

Gary and Jennifer each took a shower before going to bed. Gary was in the master bedroom and Jennifer was in the bedroom that she had always used when she came to visit. Gary chose to wear the long pink cotton granny gown that Mrs. Bland had given him. He smiled as he remembered how the kindly older woman had tried to refuse the one hundred thousand dollar Swiss bank account that he had given to his surrogate mother before he left Germany to return to the States. He did not know how he would have survived had it not been for Elizabeth Bland.

Jennifer, who now wore an old tee shirt and running shorts, sat on the side of Gary's bed as they talked for another hour. She held her father's small hand in her own as she said, "Dad, I am so glad that you didn't really die." They hugged for a minute before talking about their plans for the next day. After their physically and emotionally exhausting day, both fell asleep on the large bed.

The software firm that Gary Richards had built was in a state of turmoil. First, their boss was killed while on vacation. Then, they find out that he had been married just before he had been killed. Now, his widow and his daughter were coming to make some statements to the workers about the firm's future.

The Suburbans pulled up to the front door of the building after several obviously armed guards scouted the lobby and office area. A tall man escorted the two very attractive occupants of the armored vehicles into the building. Over half of the firm's employees were watching from the windows to get a glimpse of the woman who was officially their new boss.

Gary wore a blue silk two piece business suit and a ruffled white silk blouse. His purse, dark silk stockings and high heel shoes complimented the image of authority. Jennifer had been amazed at the selection of expensive clothing and sexy lingerie that Gary had brought with him from Germany. She had asked where she could order a matching set of white lace silk and satin brassiere, bikini panties and garter belt just like the one that Gary had laid out to wear today. Gary had given her the address of the exclusive shop in Paris where Gretchen had bought them.

Jennifer was also very pretty. She had chosen to wear a business suit and appeared very professional, as she and her transgendered father made their way to the biggest conference room in the building.

The employees were assembled as Gary and Jennifer entered the room. Everyone was anxious to know what their future was to be. Would the new owner shut down the firm? Would she sell it? Almost everyone had rewritten their resumes and most had already sent them to other firms.

It had been agreed that Jennifer, since she was already known by most of the employees, would introduce her father, now Anna Richards. She said hello to some of her father's friends before stepping up to the podium and saying, "Most of you know me. I am Jennifer Richards. Gary Richards was my father. I know that he was well liked by everyone here and that you miss him almost as much as I do." Heads were nodded in agreement all around the room.

"I have just returned from a meeting in Washington. While there, I met my new step-mother. Dad and Anna Hartz were married just days before he was killed." There was a murmur from the people in the room. "I checked and it is true. I have gotten to know my father's wife and I want all of you to welcome her as part of the family." Jennifer felt bad about lying to everyone but knew that it was necessary for her father to assume the ownership of his company.

Gary stepped up to the podium. He had to lower the microphone a few inches because he was now shorter than he had been the last time he had made a speech to his employees. "Good morning. My name is Anna Richards. I can assure each and every one of you that I miss Gary Richards more than any of you."

"Gary felt that all of you were more family than an employees. He told me much about the people working here. I had worked closely, even if secretly, with him on the many projects that he had planned for this company's future. I want to assure everyone that this company will carry on just as if Gary were sitting in the main office instead of me. Just to let everyone know that I am serious about carry on with Gary's work, I hereby proclaim a ten percent pay raise for all employees." This last statement received applause. After the meeting, most of the resumes were put away in filing cabinets.

By the end of the day, Gary was exhausted. Matters had not been helped when he found out that the Federal Reserve Banking System had canceled their order for an updated version of the money management software. It took a telephone call to the President of the United States, a phone call from him to the Chairman of the Federal Reserve Board and about two hours for the Chairman to call and tell Gary to ignore the cancellation letter. He said that it was sent in error by a lower manager. Actually, he had dictated the letter when he heard that Gary Richards had been killed, but he lied in the name of diplomacy.

A week later, Jennifer left to return home. She had taken two weeks away from her own life to make the funeral arrangements and go to Washington. Then, she had met her father in his new form and had taken an additional week to accompany him as he picked up the pieces of his much changed life. She and her father embraced before she boarded the commercial airliner that would take her back home.

Gary sat alone in the back of the suburban as he was chauffered to his home. He was sorry that Jennifer had canceled her wedding plans. She had said that it was for the best because she was having doubts about marrying her fiancee. Before she had left, Gary had transferred ten million dollars from his Swiss bank account into an account for Jennifer. She had tried to give it back, but he had insisted. He had told her to keep the money for a rainy day.

When he arrived home, Gary's house seemed empty. He called Ryan Jackson and asked the whereabouts of the French teenage, Colette. He was told that she had been thoroughly checked out and was about to be released. Gary made a request and Ryan said he would do what he could. Two days later, Gary met Colette's plane at the airport.

Paul Thorpe watched as the French teenager squealed with delight as she ran toward them. The beautiful blonde that he guarded ran to meet the younger brunette. Paul's eyes quickly sweep the people in the vicinity for potential threats before he looked back to see that the younger woman had thrown her arms around Anna Richards slender neck and was kissing her on the mouth. Anna's arms encircled the brunette's small waist as they kissed. As soon as the kiss ended, Paul quickly escorted the excited pair of young women out to the waiting Suburbans.

The French girl was so excited that she was speaking in a combination of English, German and French. Paul could follow some of the dialog. He realized that Anna Richards must be a lesbian as the pair cuddled in the back seat. He slid the privacy partition closed. On the half hour ride back to the Richard's home, he heard some moaning from the back of the vehicle.

As soon as Paul Thorpe closed the partition, Colette had resumed kissing her blonde girlfriend. Gary was almost defenseless against the assault on his senses as Colette's soft lips kissed his own, her probing tongue explored his mouth and her questing hands stroking and caressing his feminine curves. Within just a few minutes, the teenager had his blouse open, his brassiere unhooked, and her red lips wrapped around his swollen pink nipples. He was completely powerless to resist her hands sliding up under his skirt, across the sensitive bare flesh above his stockings and onto the moist silk of the crotch of his panties.

Gary found himself raising his shapely bottom off the seat as Colette slid his pink silk panties down over his stocking covered legs. Colette slipped to the floor between Gary's curvy legs and buried her sweet face in his vagina. Her lips wrapping around his clitoris was all it took for him to experience his first orgasm in about three weeks. Gary was worried that Paul and the driver heard him squealing as he came. Then, he decided that the only thing that mattered was that he and Colette were together again as he built up to his second orgasm.

Gary awoke to find Colette's young nubile form snuggling against his own luscious feminine body. Her sweet lips were only an inch from his still swollen pink left nipple. The same nipple that she had suckled as they had fallen asleep.

He found it hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, he had been a middle aged man. If it had not been for Gretchen Dorfman, who he now also knew as Yuri Chomenko, a sadistic ex-KGB boss, needing his monetary management computer programs and passwords, he would still be a man. Which would mean that he would not have experienced the fabulous lesbian sex that he and Colette had enjoyed until the wee hours of the night.

Gary gently kissed the French brunette teenager on the forehead. Colette's eyes fluttered opened and she smiled up at her lover. In her European accent, she sweetly said, "Good morning, my Love". The two female bodies pressed against one another, breasts against breasts, trim tummies together, hairless mounds almost kissing one another and long shapely legs entwined. Sensual messages were sent to each brain as their soft luscious lips met. A slow tongue probing kiss only accentuated the emotions that were already shared by the two lovers.

Colette allowed herself to be pushed onto her back as her beautiful blonde companion lay on top of her. They had been separated about three weeks earlier and Colette had been miserable while they were apart. First, she had worried about Anna because of the rumors about Mademoiselle Dorfman being an evil person. Then there was that monster, Boris, who had been so very rude. Colette had worried about what he may have tried to do to Anna if he had gotten her alone. As Anna kissed her breasts and sucked on her enlarged nipples, Colette ran her fingers through the blonde's short hairstyle as tingles ran up and down her shapely spine. She was very happy to be with Anna again as she watched the blonde head moving down her body.

Gary moved from one stiff nipple to the other as he tongued and suctioned the swollen peaks until they were even larger and stiffer. His soft red lips then began kissing their way down the brunette's flat tummy. He left a trail of moist kisses along each side of her hairless vagina lips as he shifted between her legs and lifted them up to rest on his narrow shoulders. Colette writhed about on the bed as her lover kissed the soft tender flesh on the inside of her upper thighs.

Colette's fingers entwined in Gary's blonde hair as she pulled his soft lips up to her excited vagina. She moaned as she felt her lover's pink lips and wriggling tongue sliding up though her moist slit to wrap around her erect clitoris. Gary used his probing tongue on her clit ring as he applied suction. Colette cried out as Gary sucked voraciously on her hard little clit until it was throbbing. He had to hold on very tightly as the teenager's cute body convulsed as Colette had her first orgasm of the day. Gary licked gently as Colette finally lay back on the bed and slowly recovered from her climax.

Gary moved up to lay next to Colette's trembling form. He enfolded her in his graceful arms as he whispered into her ear, "I missed you."

Colette opened her big golden brown eyes and smiled at her lesbian lover. She kissed Gary's wet lips and tasted her own juices. When their lips parted, she whispered in all sincerity, "Anna, I love you".

Gary had a two o'clock meeting that he had to attend. It was ten AM by the time that the young women arose from the king size bed. A bubble bath for two, where Colette shaved Gary's underarms, legs and vagina lips, was followed by the selection of Gary's clothing for the day. Gary had offered to bathe Colette, too, but was told that she would attend to that after he had gone to work.

Gary wore a simple pink silk dressing gown as Colette had styled his hair. He had become accustomed to having bangs trimmed just above his eye brows. The sides of his lustrous blonde hair curled forwards around his delicate shell like ears. The back was trimmed high on the neck. Make up consisted of eye liner, eye shadow, mascara, pink lipstick and just a little blush powder on his cheeks. Colette chattered pleasantly the entire time that she helped him dress.

Colette had chosen a pink lace garter belt to go around her lovers' tiny waist. A pair of cinnamon colored thigh high stockings were rolled up his shapely legs and attached to the garter tabs. Colette held the pair of pink lace bikini panties as Gary slipped his feet, one at a time, into them. He stood up as the French teenager drew the wispy lace garment up over the nylon stockings and spent twice as much time as necessary making sure that they were fitted over Gary's hairless pubic mound and shapely round buttocks.

Gary sat back down to buckle the ankle straps of his burgundy leather high heel shoes around his tiny ankles. He thought that four inch heels were a bit much for a work day, but decided to indulge his pretty lesbian lover as he accepted the demi cup pink lace brassiere that she gave him to wear. The bra pushed up his already ample breasts and left the upper halves exposed. He was glad that he would be wearing a dress and that no one would be able to see the sexy set of lingerie that he was wearing under his outer clothing. He had noticed that most men looked at him with lust in their eyes and did not want to encourage them.

The burgundy silk dress that Colette had selected was actually too revealing for work day attire. Thankfully, it had a matching jacket that would cover the low cut top of the dress that displayed his bosom all to well. Gary had actually begun to enjoy the aspects of being an attractive woman. Knowing that he now inhabited the body of a beautiful blonde twenty five year old female had certain benefits that he could see even in the bedroom mirror even before he slipped on the dress.

Gary threaded a pair of gold hoop ear rings through his pierced ear lobes and attached his new gold Lady President around his left wrist as Colette knelt and placed a gold ankle bracelet around his left ankle. Transferring the contents of the purse he had carried when he had met Colette at the airport to a burgundy leather shoulder bag was the last step needed to be completed before he left for his business meeting.

Gary had offered to let Colette accompany him to his meeting but she had wanted to stay in his house and recover from the jet lag and their long night of love making. Gary said, as he was going out the door, "Make yourself at home. From now on, this is your home, too." A quick, but sensuous, kiss and Gary was out the door and climbing into the back seat of the waiting Suburban.

The meeting at Gary's office building went well. He bought into a medical neurological research center for twenty million dollars. As soon as the contract was signed, he handed out the plans for the neural interface device that Doctor Hartz had developed. Since Doctor Hartz had not already patented the interface, and, Gary was now biologically his daughter, Gary could claim ownership until the Doctor came out of hiding. The two neurologists present for the meeting were skeptical about whether such a device was possible. Gary knew that they would change their opinions after they tested the system.

After the Doctors had left and Gary had settled into his office, his Vice President paid him a visit. Gary knew, from Jim's behavior, that he was nervous about something. "Sit down, Jim. Relax. Whatever it is that you have to say, say it. Close your eyes and pretend that you are talking to Gary and everything will be all right."

Jim clasped his hands in his lap as he looked at the beautiful blonde woman sitting behind the company President's desk. He would most certainly have to close his eyes in order to pretend that he was talking to his deceased employer and friend. "I just wanted you to know that there are some people here that are worried that you are taking the company into uncharted territory. Last week you bought all of that stock in the memory chip company. Today, you bought a medical research lab. The rumor is that you have spent almost fifty million dollars already. Some are worried that you have borrowed so much money that the company will go bankrupt."

Jim was surprised to see the pretty blonde prop her feet up on a pulled out bottom desk drawer the same way that Gary Richards had done when he was alive and they were talking business. Of course, Gary had not worn a pair of high heels and a short skirt that showed off such beautiful legs when he had done so! "Number one, I am taking the company into a new direction. There is a marketing potential that we simply can not ignore. Number two, so far, it is my own personal money that I am spending." Gary paused before continuing.

"Jim, imagine people with spinal cord injuries, who are now paralyzed, being able to walk. That is why I bought the medical research facility. They were in financial problems and I had the money that they needed to pay off some bills. Plus, I have some new techniques that I wanted them to develop."

Gary could also have said, "Imagine not having to spend years training to become proficient at tasks. Imagine just having knowledge downloaded directly into your brain. The military will pay many hundreds of millions of dollars to have a system where they can instantly train their soldiers to drive and operate tanks, airplanes, communication and weapon systems. Also, imagine downloading a person's experiences. When some one survives a plane crash, those memories can be shared with others. If you wish to know what it is like to go into outer space, a space shuttle astronaut's memories can be downloaded to your brain. This will be more of a revolutionary change in the entertainment industry than the discovery of motion pictures and television combined!" But, he didn't say it. Gary knew that the concepts would be far too big for Jim to handle all at once.

Jim looked at the beautiful blonde as she continued to speak. Was she really serious? "Imagine memory chips the size of your thumb nail holding Tera bytes of information. What about having a miniaturized personal computer with more than 128 Tera bytes of memory implanted unobtrusively in your body and linked directly to your brain through neural pathways? All of these things are going to be possible within a few years."

Jim found it difficult to believe his new boss was serious. However, he recognized something in her big blue eyes that reminded him of Gary Richards. Gary had been a visionary that had built a multi million dollar business when others had told him that "it would not work". Maybe Gary's widow would be able to do the same?

"Jim, I need for you to believe in what we are doing so that you can talk to the other workers. We still have the software contract with the Federal Reserve Banks and the other contracts. They are making us some very good money. Give me six months to prove what we can do in these other fields. I promise that no one will be disappointed."

As wild as Anna Richards' explanation had sounded, the vice president left her office convinced that they should give her a chance to prove herself. In fact, Jim left Anna's office with almost the same level of confidence in the company's future that he had had when Gary was President. He would tell everyone that the new boss was okay and that they should give her a chance.

Four months later.

Gary felt terrible about not being able to accompany Colette on her trip to France. Her father had died of a heart attack the day before the big awards dinner. Colette had insisted that the dinner was entirely too important for Anna to miss. Gary had called Ryan Jackson and had made arrangements for Colette's security while they were separated.

The morning of the dinner, Colette, along with three armed escorts, caught her connecting flight to New York, where they would transfer to the flight to Paris. They had kissed at the airport and Gary had almost boarded the plane with his lesbian lover. Only her insistence that he had to attend the dinner had prevented him from going. He had tears in his eyes as he waved good bye. He hardly noticed that Paul Thorpe was leading him out of the airport and to the back of the armored Suburban. The ride back to his house was silent.

After having the bubbly French teenager chattering most of her waking hours, the house seemed so very lonely. They had been together for four months and Gary truly missed Colette. However, the awards dinner really was too important for him to miss. Gary took a lonely bubble bath in preparation for the gala event.

Gary and Colette had already selected his outfit for the evening. Gary sat at his dressing table as he hooked the black lace trimmed satin garter belt around his tiny waist. Six garter straps dangled down to the tops of his shapely thighs. He delicately pulled the shiny black silk hose up his curvy legs and attached the tabs of the garter belt to the re-enforced darker tops of his stockings. Gary slipped a pair of French cut black satin panties over his tiny feet and up over the silk encased legs. The satin felt wonderful as it cupped his hairless vagina lips and smooth bottom. There was less than two inches of white flesh exposed between the tops of his silk stockings and the crotchband of his black satin panties. A pair of black patent leather pumps and a gold bracelet around his left ankle completed everything that he would wear underneath his evening gown.

The backless dress that Colette had chosen for her lover to wear this evening meant that Gary could not wear a brassiere tonight. The dress was a black sequined evening gown that had two narrow shoulder straps that widened into two coverings for his large breasts in front, leaving a deep plunging neckline in front and a bare back that exposed his graceful back almost to the waistband of his garter belt. The hemline reached almost to his dainty ankles but was split in front along his left leg to just above mid thigh.

Gary examined his image in the full length mirror as he threaded the dangling black onyx and diamond ear rings through his ear lobes. A matching pendant necklace hanging just above the swell of his breasts and a bracelet around his right wrist completed his ensemble. Gary realized that he was pretty enough to be a movie star or a beauty contestant. Dressed as he was, he felt good because he knew that he would be turning some heads tonight.

Paul Thorpe greeted him as he exited the house with, "Mrs. Richards, you are truly beautiful this evening", as he held the door to the armored limo that was on loan from the State Department. Gary thanked him as he settled into the back seat and Thorpe closed the door and climbed in the front passenger seat for the ride to the formal dinner.

There were many celebrities, politicians and very wealthy people attending the charity dinner. Gary looked around the banquet hall as he entered the room. Once again, he experienced pangs of guilt for not having accompanied Colette to France. Then, the never ending line of people wanting to talk to him distracted his thoughts until it was time to be seated for the dinner to begin.

The moment of the announcement finally arrived. The recipient for the year's most important contribution to spinal cord injuries was awarded to Anna Richards. Gary stood up and moved to the podium microphone as the room applauded. "I wish to thank all of you for this award on behave of all of the people that we will be able to help with our research." There was more applause. He paused for a moment before adding, "I would like to introduce every one to the Richards Neurological Research Center's new spokesman."

The curtain pulled back on cue and a well known Hollywood personality, who had been injured and had been a quadriplegic since a sporting accident, rolled out on stage in his motorized wheelchair. There was applause through out the room. He stopped the chair, looked around the room and slowly stood up. The room became silent as he slowly walked to the podium. A few people began to applaud. A moment later, every one in the room, who were capable, were on their feet and applauding as he hugged the beautiful blonde in the black sequined dress.

The actor turned to the audience but had to wait several minutes for the applause to die down. When the room once again grew silent, he spoke into the microphone, "Three months ago, my getting up from my chair and walking was but a dream." There was more applause.

He spoke of the research that had created the break through that now enabled him to walk. He gave a layman's explanation of the Hartz Neural Interface and how it had been used to link up his nervous system on both sides of his spinal cord break. He turned to show the metal collar around the back of his neck and told how it also connected to his back to bypass the spinal cord damage. He told of the technology for the system being made available to every person with spinal cord paralysis within the next year. The room erupted in applause again.

Two hours later, Gary and his spokesman had been interviewed by each of the major networks, local television stations, several news magazines and newspapers. Even after two months of physical therapy, the actor grew weary and had had to sit down to rest. Gary thanked him and said good night.

As Gary approached the limo, a man ducked under the rope barricade and rushed toward the pretty blonde in the black sequined evening gown. Gary immediately recognized the man as one of the men at Gretchen's mansion in Germany. He also saw the man was drawing a pistol from under his coat as he quickly closed in. The man pointed the gun at Gary just as Paul Thorpe stepped between them. Three loud shots thundered in quick succession followed by a forth shot of a slightly different sound.

Paul Thorpe turned and half pushed, half carried, Gary's small body to the relative safety of the limo's back seat. Gary was practically thrown into the limo. His dress was almost around his waist as he slid across the seat. Paul climbed in behind the small blonde woman that he was guarding and slammed the door. As the armored vehicle sped away from the curb, Gary saw his assailant lying on the side walk in a growing puddle of his own blood.

Thorpe checked to make sure that Mrs. Richards had not been struck by any bullets. Gary was almost in a state of shock as the car drove at high speeds back to the relative safety of his home. The evening had been so wonderful! Then, this! He was very relieved when the car pulled through the front gate and Paul ushered him into the safety of his home.

The limo driver had radioed ahead and there were four government men surrounding the house with automatic weapons. Paul Thorpe entered the house to personally ensure his client's safety. Gary was still shaken as he entered the darkened den and turned on the television to see the late night news. The scenes from the banquet were playing on the screen, followed by the images of the spokesman rising up from his wheel chair to make his speech. Then, the sidewalk scene with the ex KGB agent rushing towards the lone blonde as Paul Thorpe ran to step between them was shown. The screen went to a slow motion view of three shots being fired point blank into Thorpe's body as he drew his own gun and shot the would be assassin.

Gary turned to see her body guard holding one hand on his side. "Paul, you were hit! Are you hurt?" He shook his head. "Sit down and remove your jacket and shirt. We need to call an ambulance." Paul told the very concerned blonde not to worry, he had worn his bullet proof vest. "Take them off anyway. Let me check. Please?"

Paul Thorpe slowly removed his jacket and tie. He laid them on the back of the sofa as he unbuttoned his shirt. As the shirt was removed, Gary could see that the bullets were actually embedded in the bullet proof vest. After a few moments of coaxing, Paul pulled the Velcro tabs loose and the vest was removed. There were three bruises where the bullets had struck him. Gary went to the kitchen and put some ice in three plastic bags. Paul could only hold two bags in place over his bruises. Gary held the third.

Gary looked up into Paul's eyes. Gary had not been this close to a man since Boris had tried to rape him. The lights were still low in the living room as he sat close to the broad chested man who had risked his own live to save the woman that he had fallen in love with. Paul was nude from the waist up as the couple sat on the sofa separated by only inches. Gary's smelled Paul's masculine odor as his small hand held the bag of ice over the bruise that had been caused by a bullet meant to take his own life. Female hormones were being released into Gary's blood stream.

Gary looked up into Paul Thorpe's green eyes as he tried to say how grateful he was. He was unprepared when Paul's lips lowered to his own and gently kissed him. Paul knew that kissing the beautiful blonde was unprofessional, but could not control himself. He and Anna Richards had almost been killed and he wanted her to know how he felt before any thing else happened!

Gary had always been heterosexual. Except for having to pretend to want to have sex with Boris, he had not even seriously considered sex with another man. However, his brain and his body were that of a woman. He had a woman's hormones coursing through his veins as Paul's lips covered his own. When Paul's strong arms enfolded his shapely female form as his tongue penetrated his pink lips, Gary found that his body's only reaction was one of surrender.

Paul had fallen in love with Anna Richards the first time that he had laid eyes upon her. She was beautiful. She was intelligent. She was so easy to talk to. Almost loosing her made him forget his professionalism. The thought that she might have died before he had told her that he loved her was responsible for his passionate actions as he pulled her small fragile body to his and deeply kissed the woman that he loved.

Gary was confused by his own reactions to his body guard's sexual advances. He had never wanted to have sex with another man. And, yet, here he was, slowly beginning to respond to Paul's passionate kisses. He did not object even as one of Paul's large hands slipped under the top of his evening gown and caressed his bare breasts. Gary was embarrassed because his nipples were already stiff and swollen.

Paul Thorpe stood up and scooped the beautiful blonde woman up into his powerful arms. He carried her toward the master bedroom. He had lusted after her every since he had first laid eyes on her. She was so beautiful, and yet, she seemed to not know it. She was so innocent, so pretty, and so unaware of her erotic effect on others. Paul, being a red blooded American male, had fallen in love with her the first day that he had met her. He gently lay Anna Richards on her king size bed.

Gary, his female hormones out of control, could neither protest nor resist as his protector pulled the top of his dress down to expose his large breasts. "Beautiful!" Was all that Paul uttered before wrapping his lips around a prominent pink nipple. Gary could only moan as he felt the lips suckling on his excited breast. A couple of minutes later, Paul shifted his attentions to Gary's other nipple. Gary could only gasp and moan as this went on for the next ten minutes.

Gary's female hormones were controlling his reactions as his silk encased legs rubbed against one another and his own trembling arms encircled Paul's muscular neck. When Paul moved his lips to kiss Gary, Gary's red lips eagerly parted to accept Paul's probing tongue. Time seemed to stand still for Gary as he found himself powerless to protest as Paul slid a large hand into the slit at the front of Gary's skirt and onto his silk covered thigh.

Gary could only moan as his mouth was occupied by Paul's exploring tongue as Paul's hand moved to cup Gary's satin panty covered pubic mound. Paul's massaging fingers on his excited clitoris brought Gary closer to an orgasm. Gary was now ardently returning Paul's kisses. An orgasm shook Gary to the core of his being as he bounced upon the bed as Paul massaged his clitoris. By the time that he had recovered, he found that his dress had been removed and that Paul had slipped off his trousers and his shorts.

Gary wanted to leap from the bed and run from the room when he saw Paul's huge bobbing erection. It had to be at least nine inches long and was very thick. Gary felt like a bird that was hypnotized by a snake as he lay back on the bed staring at the gigantic cock that would be impaling his feminine body in the next few minutes.

Gary found himself involuntarily lifting his hips as Paul hooked his fingers under the waist band of his black satin panties. They slid easily over his long black silk stockings. It took an extra moment to slip them over his black patent leather high heel pumps. Paul lay between the woman's shapely silk covered legs as he buried his face in Gary's moist hairless vagina. His tongue and lips attached themselves to the erect clitoris as he began eating.

Paul brought Gary to one climax after another. Gary's shaking perspiration coated body bowed upwards on the bed as he experienced yet another orgasm. He felt Paul moving upwards on the bed between his spread trembling legs. The domed head of a very large stiff penis pressed against Gary's soft wet vagina lips as Paul moved into position. Gary automatically spread his legs as Paul's huge penis began to slide very slowly into his body. Except for Gretchen's dildoes, Gary had not experienced anything like Paul's hard cock as it slowly penetrated his quivering female body.

Paul looked down to observe Anna's beautiful facial expressions as he sank his erect penis deep into her soft vagina. It was obvious to him that she loved it as they made love and he stroked his powerful tool in and out of her beautiful pulsating body. Her expressive blue eyes were so very big. Her mouth made moaning and gasping sounds. Her entire body contorted as he sank his gigantic cock even deeper. She started having orgasms that occurred one after the other in a seemingly endless series.

Gary had never felt such levels of sexual excitement in his entire life as the orgasms rolled on and on. Since he had not considered having sex with a man before tonight, he had not taken any birth control precautions. He was dimly aware of Paul reaching his orgasm and firing salvo after salvo of thick potent sperm deep inside of Gary's suctioning vagina. Gary's graceful arms were around Paul's muscular neck and his high heels beat a staccato rhythm on his plunging buttocks. Gary's female body responded automatically with an increase in intensity of orgasms as the sperm coated the inside of his womb. Gary lost consciousness before Paul pulled his softening tool from Gary's widened channel.

The next morning, Gary awoke to find himself lying alone in his large bed. He pulled down the covers as he remembered the events of the previous evening. He still wore the black satin garter belt and what was left of his black silk stockings. Otherwise, he was nude.

"Good morning," Paul said as he entered the bedroom carrying two cups of steaming coffee. Paul, wearing trousers but no shirt, sat the cup down on the bedside table close to where Gary still lay. Paul searched Gary's pretty face for a response. "Anna, I hope that last night was as wonderful for you as it was for me."

Gary made sure that his breasts were covered by the sheet as he reached for the cup of coffee. Taking a sip gave him a few moments to try to sort out his feelings and decide what to say to the man that had saved his life, then, gave him some of the best sex he had ever had. He could not help but notice the three bruises on Paul's broad chest as he tried to decide what to say.

"Things had gotten out of control last night," Gary thought to himself. "It really wasn't Paul's fault. Nor, my own." Still, Gary had to put a stop to the situation or else it would get completely out of control. When Paul sat on the side of Gary's bed and leaned forward to kiss Gary's swollen red lips, Gary placed a hand on his muscular chest to hold him back. His defense was ineffectual as Paul's lips had already met his own. Ten minutes later, the couple were making love again. Gary enjoyed morning sex with Paul as much as he did the evening before.

Paul had instructed the guards that they were not to be disturbed by the media. They stayed inside the house and made love all morning. Gary found that he truly enjoyed making love as a woman does with a man. Especially when the man was as handsome and as talented as Paul Thorpe.

Later in the afternoon, Paul Thorpe kissed Anna Richards once more before leaving to file the reports about the shooting. Gary had found out what it was like to be kissed by a man that was needing a shave. Still, Gary found that making love to Paul answered some physical and psychological needs that his body had that were left unfulfilled even by the fabulous sex with Colette.

As Gary made his way to the bathroom, he stood looking at himself in the full length mirror for a few moments. The reflection was that of a beautiful woman who had just been well laid! "Having sex with a man", he whispered to himself in his soft feminine voice, "is natural if you are a woman".

Colette, Jennifer, Ryan Jackson, and even the President, called to check on Gary after the assassination attempt. He had assured everyone that he was perfectly all right. He had to insist that Colette stay in France for her father's funeral when she had said that she was coming home on the next available flight. She had finally agreed and would be home in three days.

Gary was waiting at the airport three days later when Colette's plane arrived. He loved the bubbly French teenager with every fiber of his existence. However, he now realized that the wants and needs of his feminine body could not be denied. Over the past few days, he and Paul had made very satisfying love on several occasions.

Gary was confused about his future. It was natural for his mind, which was still mostly male, to want to have sex with a pretty young woman such as Colette. It was also equally as natural for his body, which was definitely female, to want to have sex with a handsome man such as Paul. He was, he decided, going to try to hang onto both.

Colette excitedly ran up to her lesbian lover and hugged her. Paul stood off to the side, scanning the other people in the immediate area for potential assassins as the two women kissed. He and Anna had talked about any possible future that they may have together and Anna said that any plans would have to include Colette. He had fallen so deeply in love with the beautiful blonde that he was willing to accept any terms just as long as they could be together. He escorted the two women out of the airport as soon as their kiss ended.

Paul carried Colette's bags into the house and up to the master bedroom before leaving them alone. The two women had cuddled in the back of the armored Suburban as Colette had asked hundreds of questions about the awards dinner and the attempted assassination. The teenage lesbian had noticed that Anna was evasive with some of her answers about what happened after she had returned home from the banquet. After Paul Thorpe left the house and they were alone, Anna led her into the bedroom to talk. They sat on the side of the bed.

"Colette, you know that I love you and want us to be together forever. However, after the banquet, I was so shook up, and Paul had been so wonderful, something happened."

Colette's big brown eyes searched her lover's face for some sign of where the conversation was going. She had a bad feeling about what was about to be said. "Colette, I love you, but, after the assassin tried to kill me, I was so emotionally shook up that when Paul brought me back home, and I saw that he had been shot, and, while I was holding bags of ice on his bruises, and I was sitting so close to him----Colette, we made love."

Gary's eyes searched her lesbian lover's face for her reaction. Colette asked, "Do you love him?" Gary had to think for only a couple of seconds before he said that he did. It was the first time that he had admitted it even to himself. "I will pack my bags and leave so the two of you can be alone."

Gary held onto Colette's hands as he said, "Please stay with me. I still love you and want us to be together. I am having enough trouble adjusting to all of the things that have changed in my life in the past six months. I know that I love you and want us to be together. It is just that I have also found that I love Paul. He has said that he is willing to share me with you. Can you learn to share me with him? Please?"

Colette thought for a moment before answering, "These last few days, while we were apart, I was miserable." Colette lay her head on Gary's smooth white shoulder as she whispered into his ear, "I will stay. I love you too much to want to live without you."

The two women made sweet passionate love most of the night.

Three weeks later.

Gary sat on the commode in the master bedroom. He held the testing wand in his delicate manicured fingers. His nails were a bright pink and long. His big blue eyes were full of tears as he stared at the change in color. The pregnancy testing kit instructions stated that if the tab changed colors, it meant that a woman was probably pregnant.

Since the first few days of wild and uninhibited passion shared with Paul, a condom had been worn. The neurological institute had successfully tested the neural interface learning machine prototype and were developing a marketable version. The memory chip manufacturer had achieved a molecular notching chip with sixty four gigabytes of memory. Gary had been too busy to see a doctor for birth control pills. He had not been, however, too busy for marathon sessions in the master bedroom with Paul and Colette. Now, he was pregnant.

"I almost get used to having periods, and, now, I am pregnant! I guess that there is the option of an abortion," Gary briefly thought to himself. He had never liked abortion and dismissed the idea as quickly as he thought of it. He placed a dainty hand on his almost flat tummy and thought, "I have a human being growing inside of me!" His forty nine years as a man had never prepared him for such a realization.

Colette and Paul were sitting on the side of the king sized bed as Anna entered the bedroom. "Well?" They both asked at the same time. Gary had a serious look on his face as he nodded his pretty blonde head. Colette exclaimed, "Congratulations, Anna!" Paul sat in stunned silence.

Colette hugged her lesbian lover as she added, "When they allowed me to come to America, they gave me a complete physical. They said that I was sterile. Anna, I can never have children of my own. May I please be Aunt Colette to your baby?" Gary looked into the happy smiling face and excited golden brown eyes and could not help but smile as he said that he would love for her to be an aunt for his baby.

Paul stood up, moved to stand beside of the two women before kneeling on one knee. "Anna," he asked, "I have given this a great deal of thought since yesterday when Colette told me that you might be pregnant, will you marry me? I promise to always love you and to be a good father to our baby."

Gary was speechless. A little over six months ago, he had been worried about his approaching fiftieth birthday. Now, he was a pregnant woman half that age. An extremely long minute later, he honestly replied, "I don't know what to say."

Colette whispered into Gary's shell like ear, "Say yes!" Gary did.

A Month Later.

The wedding ceremonies were scheduled for the following Saturday afternoon. Jennifer, Gary's daughter had flown in to help with the wedding plans. Jennifer and Colette were sharing the responsibilities of being the "Bride's Mother". They actually became good friends as all of the arrangements were made.

Jennifer and Colette disagreed on only one issue. When they and Gary had gone to select a wedding gown, Jennifer fell in love with one gown while Colette selected another. Gary cast the tie breaking vote when he picked a third gown. It was a beautiful gown in white satin, covered in antique ivory lace. It hugged his still shapely curves and looked absolutely beautiful on him. Jennifer and Colette agreed with Gary's selection as a veil was selected in matching antique ivory lace.

Naturally, a girl's wedding trousseau also had to include some special lingerie. A white lace corset was selected that did not compress Gary's still mostly flat tummy too much. It had a built in brassiere that left the tops of Gary's breasts uncovered almost to his enlarged nipples. A new pair of white lace thong panties, a pair of long length white silk stockings and a pair of white high heel shoes completed his wedding ensemble.

Every morning, Gary had butterflies in his stomach. He was feeling morning sickness. It served to remind him that there was a human being growing inside of his female body. Each evening, he would go to bed, lying between Paul and Colette on their king sized bed. The love making was exciting beyond his wildest imaginations and he had decided that he would not go back to being a man again for all the money in the world.

Jennifer had found out about her father's unusual relationship with Colette and Paul. At first, she was shocked. Then, after she had a day to think the situation over, while she and her father were alone, she told him, "Anna, or, perhaps, since no one else is around to hear, I can call you Dad. I understand about you, Colette and Paul. You were a man for almost fifty years. It is only natural that you would want a woman to be intimate with. Colette is beautiful and a really sweet person. I can easily understand that relationship. However, I had trouble with you being with a man. Sure, Paul is tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, a true gentleman, worships the ground you walk upon and saved your life, but, I was still thinking of you as a man, too. All I had to do is to look at you. You are now a beautiful woman with the same subconscious needs that all of we women have. I approve of Paul as a husband for you."

Gary and his daughter embraced. He felt better having her blessing. "Dad," she whispered, "I have a question for you. Does Paul have a brother that you can introduce me to?" Both Gary and Jennifer laughed and smiled.

Saturday came with a visit from Ryan Jackson and Mrs. Bland. Mr. Jackson, being a friend of Paul Thorpe and Anna Richards, was to give the Bride away. After dress rehearsal, Gary asked to speak to his CIA guests alone. He asked about whether it was dishonest to marry Paul without telling him that he had been a man. Mrs. Bland provided the answer, "Haven't you ever heard the saying that one should not dwell on the past, but look to the future? What if he were marrying a woman who had a checkered past? What she had done before they were married would be far less important than what she does after they are married. I saw you together during the rehearsal. Trust me. I know when I see a couple in love. I also know about you and Colette. Evidently, your young man does not seem to mind. In fact, it is most men's fantasy to have two women sharing his bed. Marry Paul and make him, and yourself, happy." Gary hugged his kindly mentor. He heard her whisper in his ear, "Love, like life, is what we make it. Just be happy."

Everyone was seated in the church as the bridal procession came down the aisle as a string quartet played the Bridal March. Paul, very handsome in his tuxedo, stood next to the preacher along with his Best Man. Jennifer and Colette walked in front of Gary and Ryan Jackson, leading the way. The butterflies were swarming around in Gary's stomach as he was led to the alter. Ryan transferred the small delicate hand of the beautiful blonde blushing Bride to Paul as he stepped back to sit beside Mrs. Bland who was wiping her eyes with a hanky. "I always cry at weddings", she whispered.

Gary could barely hear the preacher's words as he performed the ceremonies. Gary's mind was racing back over his lifetime. He remembered his childhood and what it was like to be a young boy. He remembered his first bicycle, his first ball game, his first girlfriend, his first kiss, his first time of getting laid. He remembered meeting his ex- wife and their own weeding and marriage. He remembered when Jennifer was born. He remembered starting his own software company and how it had blossomed into a successful and profitable business. Then, there was the fateful vacation in Germany, which led him to the alter in a wedding gown. Gary realized that the preacher had asked him a question and was awaiting an answer.

The preacher repeated the question, "Do you, Anna Richards, take this man to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, forever more?"

Gary looked up into the handsome face of Paul Thorpe as he said, "I do."

"I pronounce you Man and Wife. You may kiss the Bride." Paul lifted the veil covering Gary's pretty face, took his beautiful Bride into his arms and kissed her soft pink lips.

Meanwhile, in eastern Germany.

In a basement laboratory underneath a bombed out ruin of a building from World War Two, Gretchen Dorfman made herself ready to go out in public. Since the raid on her headquarters, she had not been able to go out in the daytime, but it was well after midnight and the local bars would be closing very soon.

Gretchen had to keep Dr. Hartz locked in a cell most of the time since the raid at her mansion. When his daughter, in the American businessman's body was killed during their escape, he had decided that his evil old boss, now in a young girls body, no longer had a hold over him. Dr. Hartz had been following orders only because he had been fearful of what would happen to Anna if he had refused. Now, it did not matter.

Dr. Hartz had stalled for months on finding all of the parts necessary to build another mind swapping machine. It was only because Gretchen had threatened to poison the water supply of a nearby town and kill hundreds if he did not cooperate that he had rebuilt the mind swapping machine. Now, she was planning to find another victim to switch bodies with. He would make sure that this would not happen when he operated the machine. The evil mind of Yuri Chomenko would die during the swap.

Gretchen had dyed her naturally red hair black. Whereas it had been long and well maintain by her personal hairdresser, now, it was dyed, chopped short and was punk looking. Her clothes, which had been designer made, were now second hand. Her beauty contestant body was still very pretty, however, her face was showing lines from the stress that she was now under. She entered the sleazy night club in search of some one that she could entice back to the lab where she could force the good doctor to perform a body swap between herself and another innocent person.

Hans Gutt was a twenty-seven year old serial killer. His mother had been a prostitute working in a whore house operated by the KGB. His mother was a young teenager whose parents had fallen on the wrong side of the head of the head of the East German KGB chief. Yuri Chomenko had raped his virginal mother while her mother and father watched helplessly. Afterwards, he had shot them in the forehead, before sending the young girl to a whore house where she would service visiting dignitaries. Since some men like having sex with youthful pregnant girls, she was allowed to bring the baby to full term. Hans grew up being abused. He managed to escape after his mother died of an over dose of heroin. Since that time, he had tortured and killed over forty people.

Gretchen liked the looks of the man she saw sitting by himself at the bar. He reminded her of the way she had looked when she was Yuri Chomenko. She sat on the stool next to him and accepted the offer of a drink. She felt that it might be time to go back to being a man again. Fifteen minutes later, she invited the man back to her place for sex. He said, "yes".

Hans was surprised to find that the ruins of a building housed a scientific laboratory. The black haired girl unlocked a door and let an old man out of a room as they entered the basement. Hans asked, "Gretchen, you did not tell me that there would be anyone else. Are there anymore people here?"

When Gretchen told him, "no", Hans pulled a CZ pistol from his coat pocket and shot Dr. Hartz in the forehead. He died instantly. Gretchen was not so lucky. For the next six hours, she was raped and tortured. Many of the same techniques that she had used when she had been Yuri Chomenko, were now used on her by Yuri's own son. Just as Hans was about to kill her, she told him of the safe full of money. She led him to the storeroom where the safe was hidden.

One of Gretchen's eyes was swollen shut. Some of her teeth were knocked out. Cigarette burns covered portions of her no longer beautiful teenage body. Even Gretchen Dorfman's own mother would have had difficulty recognizing her own daughter. She opened the safe, swung the door open and almost had her hand on the pistol lying on top of the money when Hans slammed the door closed on her wrist and broke it, too. Her screams were stopped short by a bullet to the forehead.

Hans was furious! Most of the money in the safe was from the old soviet bloc countries. Only a few hundred US dollars worth were any good at all. He used the obsolete cash to start the fire that consumed the basement laboratory. A few drums of stored fuel exploded and caused the basement to collapse in on itself. The two bodies would never be identified.

Hans Gutt was killed in a shoot out with the police as he tried to buy drugs with the money that he had stolen from Gretchen Dorfman.

Seven months later.

Anna Thorpe lay on her side on the sofa in her den. He head was resting on Paul's lap. Colette sat on the floor in front of the sofa as she rubbed lotion onto Anna's very enlarged tummy. When she felt a kick, Colette reached over and guided Paul's right hand to the spot. He smiled as he felt his unborn baby daughter kicking. His green eyes and Colette's big golden brown eyes showed an affection born of sharing a love for the same woman.

Anna had accepted the fact that she was a woman. As Mrs. Bland had told her after the wedding, "There is no such thing as being a little bit pregnant." Anna had decided that there was no such thing as being a little bit woman either. Since she was soon to be a mother, probably within a week, she had decided that she had better begin thinking of herself as a woman.

It was not so bad. Being a woman was something that she had adjusted to. Her company was growing exponentially. She still had the contract with the Federal Reserve Banks and almost every bank in the United States. And now, it looked as if all of the international banks were going to purchase her software as well. The US military had paid an outrageous amount for her company to develop very limited mind swapping equipment for training purposes. The same equipment then could be sold as entertainment systems to the general public. Her memory chip company was now marketing a 256 Gigabyte memory module that was being bought by the millions.

Anna shifted her rotund belly as she also thought about the genetic research firm that she had just bought. Yuri Chomenko had tried to take over the world by conquest. He had stolen other people's lives when he had swapped his body for theirs. Anna had a way around that. Clones of herself, Paul and Colette would be able to be grown in a few years. The bodies, when they reach a certain stage of development, could then be placed in stasis, waiting until one of them was needed. Anna, and her lovers, could live many lifetimes together.

Gary thought of how much he loved his wife. He had resigned from the government agency to be in charge of her security. He would sacrifice himself to save Anna, Colette or their baby. He would always be their protector.

Colette was very glad that Anna was going to have a baby. Colette was sterile and would never have any children of her own. She had asked if she could name the baby girl and had chosen the name of a television character in her favorite American sitcom. "Some day soon," Colette thought to herself, "Little Mindy will be calling me Aunt Colette."

Colette felt the baby kick again, leaned forward and kissed Anna's swollen tummy.

The End