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Sapphire
TV TV
by Suzi Johnson
My girlfriend Gloria and I had just moved into an apartment together, having gone out for six months or so, before making the committment. We moved in furniture from each of our apartments, after deciding what would go best in the new place. With the exception of a television, we really had everything we needed, but her set had just died, and mine was an old one that didn't have long to go. She volunteered to take care of getting a new one, and I said that would be fine. I usually deferred to her on most things as she was the more aggressive partner in more ways than one.
Our sex life was great, although I must admit that our roles were somewhat reversed from the norm. She was clearly the assertive one, but as my nature is basically shy and retiring, that suited me perfectly. The first week we spent in the new place went fine, and we each adjusted to having another person in the place we lived. It was more of an adjustment for me, I guess, since I work out of the house as a computer consultant, while Gloria has a good job as a buyer with a major clothing firm. One night she told me that our new TV would be delivered the next day, and that she had picked out a really state of the art model, one that incorporated virtual reality. That sounded great, and I told her that. "Just don't fool around with it," she said, "until we can go through all the instructions together," and I agreed. "I have a busy day, anyway, so I won't have any time to do more than just sign for it."
The next day, Monday, when the set was delivered, I had the guys unpack it and put it in place, and I noticed that there was no brand name on it or on the box. But I was on the phone, and didn't say anything, figuring that Gloria knew what she was doing. When she came home, though I mentioned it to her, and she said that the TV was manufactured by a private firm, to special order. After dinner, we decided to try it out, so she began to unpack a box that came with it, and found the instructions and two remote controls, one ordinary-looking black one, and one that was silver-colored. I hooked the set up to the cable box and VCR and we sat down to check it out. Gloria took the black remote control, and flipped through all the cable and regular channels, and I have to admit, the set was great. The picture quality was fantastic, and the audio was a tremendous stereo quality with very good speakers. "Wow, this is really a nice set," I said, as we sat there watching "L.A. Law". "It should be," Gloria said, "it cost $5,000." "Five grand?" I said, "that's ridiculous. I know its good quality, but five thousand dollars, for what?"
"For the virtual reality equipment, silly," she said, taking a futuristic-looking helmet device out of the box. "Here, put this on." I still thought that she had gotten ripped off, but I placed the helmet on my head, and watched as she picked up the silver remote and pressed some buttons. I felt a dizzying sensation go through me, and the next thing that I knew was that I WAS Arnie Becker! I was in the "L.A. Law" show, sitting at the table at the law firm's meeting. I knew what my line were, and I said them, and the rest of the characters responded to me. The scene changed, and I was in Arnie's office, seeing a client, and before I knew what was happening, I was kissing this beautiful actress. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I was really enjoying it, when the dizziness returned and I was back on the couch next to Gloria.
"Holy shit," I said, "you'll never believe what just happened! I was Arnie, living the show. It was unbelieveable!" "Still think I got taken for a ride, spending $5,000 for this TV?" Gloria asked me. "No, its great, you have to try it," I told her. She explained the directions to me, how to use the silver remote, and placed the helmet on her own head. "L.A. Law" was over by then, and the news had come on. I touched the buttons, and watched in amazement as Gloria's body went limp, and she transformed, on the screen, into the female anchorwoman. There was no visible sign that she had traded places with the newscaster, but I knew what she was experiencing. I let her stay there for a while then pressed the return button, restoring life to her body on the couch. "Wow, that is great," she said. The only limitation was that the person you transformed into had to be on the screen. For the next two hours we played with our new toy, trying all the features, including a timer and a second headset that allowed both of us to enter the TV and return after a certain time, up to one hour. We only tried that for a few minutes, and then we went to bed. We lay there talking for a while about the wonderful new TV set and what it could do, then we went to sleep. For the next week or so, we spent every night glued to the TV as we played going in and out of the set, experiencing what it was like to be TV stars. I even used it on Sunday afternoon, when pro football was on, and for the whole fourth quarter, I was John Elway! I had all the skills of my new body, and I marched Denver down the field, throwing a TD pass against the Raiders in the last second to win the game. As I took the hit from Howie Long on that pass, though, I wished my pass protection was a little better, because I really got racked up. The pain that Elway felt, I felt, but I also had the unbelievable rush of adrenaline from throwing the winning pass.
Gloria brought me back, and I told her what had happened. "See, I told you that the money I spent on this TV was worth it," she said. "Let's try this," she said, pulling out a VCR tape. "They told me that it works on tapes as well as TV shows." She put on her helmet, and started the tape. It was a porno tape, and we were able to transform into it. She became the lead actress, dressed in all black, bra, garter belt, stockings and high heels, and I was the naked male who was eating her pussy! And there was no doubt that we were different people, as her juices tasted much stronger than Gloria's normally did. Somehow, when I was transformed, I could tell that she was also transformed, maybe from a look in the eye, or maybe I just knew. For half an hour, we were living the porno flick's plot, fucking and sucking unbelievably, until the timer brought us back. I was exhausted, and so was she from the experience, and when we went to bed, we held each other for a while, the head sex we had had substituting for the real thing. This TV was wonderful.
I found myself using it during the day, while Gloria was at work, and I transformed into what seemed like hundreds of different characters. Then, one day, I made another discovery about the TV - I had set the timer for too long, and the show I was watching, a soap opera, ended before I came back.. But I was still the actor, and I found myself in his apartment, making love to the show's lead actress in real life! Here was a scoop that the Enquirer would love to have, but just as I was getting ready to cum, the timer kicked in and I was transformed back. Frustrating was not the word for that. I excitedly told Gloria about what had happened, and, though she kidded me about becoming a couch potato, spending all day watching soaps, I could see that this aspect of the TV set delighted her as well.
Our lovemaking in real life dwindled to next to nothing, though, as we spent every Saturday night watching porn flicks, getting our sex in the movie lives we switched to. But that was a small price to pay for the wonders the TV had brought us. As weeks passed, however, we began to get a little bored with regular straight porn, and Gloria brought home all different kinds of movies for us to watch, a film that had a definite B & D plot. The stern woman actress was wearing a black leather outfit, and the guy in the film was tied up and being whipped by her. "Want to try this?" she said, and although I knew I would feel the pain this guy was suffering, I could tell Gloria was turned on by it. "Sure, why not," I said, and the next thing I knew, I felt the chains around me, and the lash of Gloria's whip on my back! It stung a lot, but the scene was changing, and I found myself on all fours, with Gloria riding me like a horse. Her high heels dug into my side, and she whacked my naked ass with a riding crop, directing me around the room with a rope that was tied around my head and between my teeth. I could tell that the actor who I had become was really enjoying this, because my borrowed cock was hard as a rock. Gloria's riding crop reached underneath me, and slashed against it, and I found myself spurting cum all over the floor. Following the script, Gloria pulled me backward until I was right over the pool of cum, and she forced my head down, commanding me to lick it up. I did, tasting the salty flavor of cum for the first time, and then we were transformed back. "I want to do more of this!" Gloria exclaimed, pressing the button to send us back. I didn't know whether or not I did, but she had the remote, and for the next half-hour, I was tortured and whipped by the onscreen Gloria.
When we finally came back, Gloria lay back on the couch, while I found myself sitting there with a huge hardon. "That excited you, didn't it?" Gloria asked. I confessed that it did, and she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Before I knew what was happening, she had tied my hands to the bedpost with a pair of nylons, and was proceeding to act out what we had experienced while we were in the movie. She sat on my face, and made me eat her pussy, and although this was far different from our normal lovemaking, I found myself really getting into her domination of me! A new side of my personality had been exposed; although Gloria was usually the aggressor, this dominant role extended far beyond that. And I loved it!
The next few weeks were the most passionate we had ever experienced, and she treated me like her slave whenever we made love. Each Saturday night, she brought home a new video, each progressively more into B & D than the last. I experienced every sadomasochistic ritual there was, serving as her toilet slave, and having my onscreen body pierced with needles and rings. Twice, we set the timer past the end of the movie, and we found ourseleves off the movie set, living the real lives of the actors. Once, the couple went their separate ways, but the second time, we found out that the mistress-slave realtionship extended to their real lives as well. Fortunately, Gloria was satisfied with acting these things out in the movies, while being content with tieing and whipping me a little in real life. Her personality changed, though, and she became more and more dominant all the time. I didn't mind it so much because this also seemed to fit in with the newly discovered side of my own personality. "You really are mine to command, aren't you, you wimp?" she demanded of me one night as I lay on the floor, serving as her footstool. Her spike heels dug into my back, and I said, "Oh, yes, I really do, Mistress Gloria, I love to serve you!" She apparently loved it as well, because I had been her full time slave for over a week.
. The following Saturday night, the routine changed and Gloria ordered me to wear the helmet, but to stand in the hall outside the living room until she told me to come in. "Come in here," she ordered, and I barely had a chance to see the TV screen, when I felt the dizziness sweep over me. But from that glance, I saw a French maid on the screen, and I found myself in a woman's body for the first time. Or, I discovered, a mostly woman's body - beneath my short frilly skirt and petticoats, I felt a large, erect cock. But my breasts felt real, confined inside a corset-like undergarment. I didn't have time to think about what was happening, though, because the scene changed, and staring me in the face was a huge erection. Two hands grabbed me behind the head, and pulled my open mouth around the cock, and I found myself giving the other actor a blowjob! I realized that this was not Gloria - I hadn't felt that sensation of knowing that she had been transformed along with me. The movie continued, and when I was stripped naked, I saw that I had been right. The large breasts I had were real, but down below, I still had the large male cock. This was really weird, and I kept waiting for the transformation back, but the movie ended, and I was still trapped in this shemale body. I woke up in a strange apartment, with a nightgown on, and I felt the sensation of the sheer nylon against my nipples and cock. It was very exciting, and I felt my cock rising and my nipples getting hard. I rubbed around in the bed, the gown sliding against me, until I felt I was ready to come, and I did in great spurts.
I was horrified with this new body, but there was no dizziness coming that would signal the end of the transformation. I cleaned myself up, and put on the lamp that was on the nighttable. The room I was in was clearly feminine, with pink as the main color. The bed was canopied with ruffles of lace and the sheets were pink satin, adding to the erotic feelings I had. I got out of bed and began to explore my unknown surroundings. The dresser drawers contained only female clothes: mostly a large variety of sexy underthings, and the closet had women's dresses, from regular daytime outfits to extremely sexy evening gowns. I had messed myself up when I came, and since it didn't seem like this nightmare was ending anytime soon, I went into the bathroom to shower. I went into the stall shower, still mystified by the shemale body I was inhabiting, and the warm water cascaded over my ample breasts and ran down past my cock. I found only a perfumed bath-gel to use to was myself, and when I was shampooing my head, I found that the long blonde hair I had was mine, not a wig. The sensations I felt were unbelievably weird as I dried myself, spending a long time rubbing the towel over my sensitive nipples, causing me to get another erection. I
walked back into the bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror.
How strange it was to see a petite, but full figured woman looking back at me. I saw that my body was in perfect shape, with a very sexy figure. If I had been looking at this woman in real life, I know that my cock would have been just as erect as hers was. From shoulders to toes, except for a small patch of blonde pubic hair and eyebrows, my body was totally hairless, and I could tell that this person kept him(her)self in excellent shape. The skin on the body was flawless and very tight, with no sagging flesh anywhere. The waist was tiny, swelling to the large boobs above and definitely female hips below. I turned around and saw the feminine, yet taut, ass cheeks and the rest of the sleek female flesh. I felt cold, and this broke my concentration. It was apparently morning, and I decided to get dressed while I waited for Gloria to transform me back. I went to the dresser and took out a pair of panties. It seemed so strange to pull them up over my hairless legs, but somehow exciting as well, and when they slid over my still hard cock, the sensation was mind-boggling. I found myself coming in torrents as the nylon rubbed against me, and I again had to clean myself up.
I took out new panties, and having just come, was glad to find out that I could get them on with less reaction. I pulled on a pair of pantyhose, thinking how strange this all was, then slipped my arms into the bra's straps and fastened the hook-and-eyes in back without any problem. I adjusted my breasts inside the cups, and felt the stirrings again in my groin. As long as Gloria was taking so long transforming me back, I figured that I might as well experience things from the female point of view. I went into the closet, and picked out a dress to wear. Before I knew it, I was giving myself a fashion show with the contents of the closet, trying on dress after dress. Then, having gone through the daytime things, getting progressively more excited, I went back to the dresser and changed my underwear. Time passed in a blur of nylon, satin and lace, until I found myself wearing a strapless black torsolette, with cups that pushed up my breasts, ruffled black panties and sheer silk stockings. Even with my already beautiful figure, the torsolette pulled in my waist, and shaped my body. I went back to the closet, and selected a strapless black velvet evening gown, which I pulled up over my body. It was made of a stretchy material, and at the top, there was a choker, attached to the back of the gown by a thin ribbon of velvet. It had a side snap, and I fastened it around my neck. There were a pair of black patent leather shoes that I decided would go perfectly, and I slid my stockinged feet into them, thrilling at the sensation of walking in the 4 inch heels.
I stood in front of the mirror, and seeing that my long blonde hair was almost dry, I went over to the dressing table, and finished the job with the blowdryer, brushing through the wavy hair to make the hairdo perfect. I looked at myself in the makeup mirror, and without conscious thought began to apply the cosmetics that littered the table top. The good-looking face that I had seen reflected changed into the beautiful face of the actress I had been transformed into last night, and when I was finished, the ruby-red lips and sexy eyes that I saw were gorgeous. I looked at the long nails that were on the hands, and saw that they didn't need to be polished, but the excitement I felt was overpowering. I stood up and walked around, my firm buns swaying under the sexy dress. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't believe what I had been transformed into. My cock was like a telephone pole from the rubbing of the satin panties against it, and I put my hand underneath the skirt of my dress to caress it through the smooth material that covered it.
An urge to watch myself came over me, and without thinking I tilted the mirror downward, and, pulling off my panties, lay on the floor. facing away from the mirror. I raised my legs and hips into the air, as though doing the bicycle exercise, and I clearly saw the feminine heels and stockings arching up behind my head. The body I was in was tremendously lithe, and I found that I could bend it more and more, until the huge cock was staring me right in the face! My eyes locked on the mirror, and I stretched myself a little more, and found my erection sliding into my lipsticked mouth. I was giving myself a blowjob, and I spread my legs so that I would have a clear view of this in the mirror. My blonde hair surrounded my head, and I could see the outward thrust of my breasts, barely restrained inside the low-cut gown. I moved my hips, and the cock slid in and out of my mouth, until with a last stretch, my blonde pubic hairs were against my madeup face, and the cock, completely down my willing throat, shot salty cum into me.
I relaxed my body, and lay there for a while to catch my breath. This had been the most unusual sexual experience of my life, to say the least! But then I began to wonder why Gloria hadn't transformed me back, and I started to worry about what had happened. As exciting as this had been, I didn't want to stay in this strange body, I wanted to go back to my own. I got up, still thinking about this, and got out of the clothes I was wearing. I put on a regular set of pink panties and bra, but really liking the feel of stockings instead of pantyhose, chose a matching garter belt and sheer beige nylons. I stepped into a half slip, then put on a pink dress that would be appropriate for daytime. Also liking the feel of high heels, and how they made my shapely legs look, I chose a pair of matching pink pumps with a 2 1/2 inch heels. I changed my makeup into a less glamourous look, with a pale pink lipstick, and removing the red nail polish, I did my nails in a pretty pink. I walked into the kitchen, turning on the radio I found there while I made some coffee. The news came on, and I discovered that I was apparently still in New York at least, and that it was Sunday morning, as I expected. I sat there, sipping my coffee, still expecting to be transformed back any minute, thinking that Gloria must have fallen asleep last night.
But, as time passed, I really began to wonder what had happened, since the dizzy feeling that announced the change never appeared. I tried to call our apartment, but kept getting a busy signal, and when I called the operator, she told me that the phone was apparently off the hook. Finally, after waiting for hours, I decided to find out what was going on. I had found out that this apartment belonged to a person named Wendy Davis, and looking through her desk, I saw that (s)he owned a Toyota. I fixed my makeup and clothes, and grabbing a purse and the set of keys I had found, I went out. There was a doorman downstairs, and when I walked out, he said, "Good afternoon, Miss Davis, do you want your car, or should I get you a taxi. I knew from the mail I had looked at that Wendy Davis lived on the upper East Side of Manhattan, and since I wanted to get to my own house, which was just a half-mile or so away, I thanked him, but said that I would walk. "Just be careful, Miss," he warned, "you know how this city is." I gave him a warm smile, and, thanking him again, began to walk toward our apartment.
When I got there, there were cop cars and an ambulance outside, and two EMS medics were wheeling out a stretcher with a body bag on it. This was just part of New York, I thought, and like a typical New Yorker, I went into the lobby, and up in the elevator. I knocked on the door, and Gloria opened it. She stared at me for a second, looking me up and down. "You look beautiful," she said, "even better than in the movie!" I was dumbfounded for a minute, then followed her inside. She had obviously recognized me, but why hadn't she transformed me back? "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, dear," she said. "But I might as well tell you straight out. You're ... dead." "What," I exclaimed in my high-pitched feminine voice, "what do you mean I'm dead - I'm right here in front of you." I saw that her eyes were red, as though she'd been crying as she said, "Well, Wendy Davis is here in front of me, but your own body passed away early this morning. As a matter of fact, I only found you an hour or so ago; you must have passed them while they were taking your body away." I felt faint, and I sat down on the couch. "W ...what happened?" I finally managed to ask. "What did you do to me?"
"I didn't do anything - nothing at all. After you were transformed last night, there was a terrible buzzing from the remote, then a puff of smoke. I couldn't transform you back. I had no idea where you were, or what was happening. So, I just left your body on the couch; I took a couple of sleeping pills, and went to bed. I was knocked out all morning. When I got up, and went inside to check on you, you had stopped breathing. I was speechless, realizing that I was now trapped in this strange body! "But," she continued, "its not all bad. You really are very beautiful, you know. And your wonderful body, with its secret, is pretty exciting, isn't it?" I managed to nod, yes', but I felt tears filling my eyes. I began to sob softly to myself, and said in a low voice, "but I'm a man, and I want my man's body." "Stop that this minute," Gloria said firmly. "Why would you want that ugly old hairy man's body, instead of the beautiful woman's body you have now. Plus, you have that something extra' we can both enjoy." Her tone reminded me of the subservient state I had been reduced to, but when she continued, "besides, now we can be girlfriends as well as lovers, the best of all possible worlds," I knew that we would be more equals than mistress and slave as we had become.
The next day, Gloria helped me pack up everything in Wendy Davis' apartment, or at least all the clothes, jewelry and cosmetics. The lease on her apartment was up in another month, and we paid the last month's rent from the rather ample funds in her checking account. I was a little surprised at the amount of money she had, but I guess porno flicks paid better than I had thought. Gloria was unbelievably turned on by my new body, and we made love almost every night. I eventually resigned myself to the fact that I would be inhabiting this strange shemale body, and looking and dressing as a woman from now on. Gloria had told me that she couldn't get ahold of the company she had bought the TV from, saying that it must have gone out of business, though she tried her best.
Gloria's dominant side is pretty much under control, although when there is lots of housework to do, she'll lay out a sexy French maid outfit, similar to the one Wendy Davis wore in the movie, for me to wear. But she rarely whips me, and we almost always act on an equal basis. The wonderful feelings I got from dressing that way never did stop, though, and I guess we do have the best of all worlds.
It didn't even bother me, some three months later, when I found the silver remote control, intact, and realized that this must have been Gloria's plan for me all along! By that time, I had become so accustomed to my new body, that I wouldn't have traded it for anything.
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