CAUTION:  This story makes off scene reference to Incest and Child Abuse.  
The character in this story that comits these acts, repents in the end and 
understands his sickness as a result of actions of the other characters in this 
story.  If even the concept of these acts is offensive then do not read this 
story.  However these acts are off scene and not directly discribed in graphic 
detail, and are used explain one of the main characters actions and behavior.



IN YOUR DREAMS
by Eric and Raven

Philip Kureck's life couldn't be any better. He had a break through discovery 
in dream research that assured him of a good shot at the Allen Prize.  This 
was a prize for excellence in technical scientific research, not unlike the Nobel 
Prize.  Where the Nobel Prize was more theorectical, the Allen Prize was 
more functional or practical.  In an case it was worth $200,000 in cold hard 
cash, plus a job at John Hopkins carrying a salary of $150,000 per annum. 

His fiancee was lovely.  Elizabeth was also great in bed, was very sweet, and 
came from a wealthy, old Georgia family.  Philip was literally sitting on top 
of the world. 

Philip completed his Ph.D. at the tender age of 26.  That accomplishment 
could have only been done with the full support of a family structure, and his 
parents were up to the challenge.  They were doting, making no demands on 
him.

He stared at his handsome reflection in the bathroom mirror.  Being on the 
threshold of the Allen Prize had triggered a lot of instrospection lately.  The 
time for self analysis was done.  Philip nodded at his relection, as if to 
confirm that notion.  Elizabeth waited for him in the other room, and such a 
lady fair would not wait long.

Philip snapped the bathroom light into the "off" position, exiting into the 
bedroom of his place.  Elizabeth smiled at him silently, in anticipation of what 
was to come from across the room.

He padded across the room, and climbed  into bed along side Elizabeth.  Her 
small petite form, with tousled dark hair, reminded him of a smaller, younger 
Jaclyn Smith. Elizabeth's brilliant blue eyes practically glowed in the dim 
light.  She grinned up at him, and then her hands were all over him.

"Mmmmmm. Do you have any idea how much those killer muscles and 
bedroom eyes turn me on?" she whispered from the shadows.

"Listen. The fact that I fence epee' does not make me a killer!" Philip 
laughed, before kissing Elizabeth. He brushed the nipples of her bare  breasts 
in order to excite her further.

"Oh but it does. What is the discipline of epee' but simulated warfare?  It was 
how the cultured elite made themselves feel like they were a part of war, 
without actually fighting."

Elizabeth redirected the light conversation more to her liking with an analogy 
more appropriate to the setting. 

"You thrust and perry with those long swords!" her breaths became shorter, 
more  throaty as she played with his dick. "How about thrusting into me? If 
you are the sword, then I am the jewelled sheath. Thrust your sword to the 
hilt into my sheath!"

Damn, thought Philip, she is hot tonight.  He buried his weapon deep within 
her.  He could not help but to smile when Elizabeth cried out with a faux 
death scream. Again and again he plunged eagerly into the warm, welcome 
wetness. Elizabeth's sexy legs wrapped around him as he came. 

"Thanks!" she gasped as they lay spent in each others arms arms. "I really 
needed that!" 

Elizabeth glanced at her swain from the corner of her eyes.

"Goin' to use the dream machine tonight, Killer?" she inquired curiously in 
her soft southern accent.

"Do you want me to?"

"Oh, yes!  It's a serious turn on.  I feel so . . . I don't know . . . close to you 
when you use it.  You'all don't mind do you?"

"How could I possibly say no, when you put it that way? You sure know 
how to put the treacle into your voice."

"Treacle?  What's treacle?"

"You know.  Syrup, sweetness, honey . . . anything that makes it easier to 
swallow something else."

"Honey, it's one of things we southern belles do best!  We need all o' the 
sweetness we can get to charm  savage killers, especially you Yankees."

Philip laughed. "You're nuts, do you know that?  Okay.  I've set my alarm to 
wake me when you enter R.E.M."

"That's rapid eye movement?  Is that when poor little ole' me is dreaming, 
and at the mercy of Killer Kureck?"

He just shook his head in utter disbelief.  She was about as helpless as a 
jungle cat. She might purr, but Philip knew from experience that Elizabeth 
had sharp claws. He recalled a jealous rage that was unleashed on one Sue 
Lang, when the girl made a harmless pass at him. 

**********

Sometime later, Philip  was jolted out of sleep by  the shrill sound of the 
special alarm.  He connected the electrodes to each of their heads, with the 
dexterity honed by countless hours of fencing. He then closed his eyes, to 
allow Elizabeth's  mental waves to wash over him.  Philip was gently pulled 
down into her dream. 

Philip mentally reviewed all of the knowledge that he had accumulated since 
starting the project into dream projection.  As far as he was able to determine, 
anyone that was injected into the dream of another could interact with the 
dreamer in one of three ways.  The first way was the simplest.  Simply 
remain ethereal, invisible to the dreamer, yet able to observe all.  The second 
way was to make yourself material or visible to the dreamer, and able to act 
within the dream.  That option was like having the dream yourself.  The last 
choice was the ultimate in dream research.  

Once the dreamwalker was experienced enough, he/she could actually merge 
with the dreamer.  In that manner, the dreamwalker could see, hear, taste, 
touch, feel, and even experience the thoughts and emotions of the dreamer.  
This was a tricky option because unless the dreamer was willing, he/she 
could mentally expel the dreamwalker out of their consiousness.  In order to 
perform this last type of dream walking, you either had to have a co-operative 
dreamer, or one that was totally unaware of the dreamwalker's presence.

As soon as Philip crossed the dream threshold, he saw her.  Elizabeth was 
dressing for a date. Philip was still ethereal, and allowed his mind to drift 
closer so that he could watch.  She seemed to be unaware of his presence in 
her dream.

Philip decided to merge with Elizabeth.  The two lovers had perfected the 
technique over many dreams, although the mergings only lasted for a few 
seconds.  They were all done with Elizabeth's co-operation. This time, Philip 
decided to try the merger without her awareness.

Philip sensed his girlfriend's thoughts and emotions before the more physical 
things.  Almost instantly, her feelings came to him. She was getting turned 
on by her own image. 

The dreamwalker gently expanded level of interacation, pushing ever 
outward, until he saw with her eyes, heard with her ears, and felt with her 
sense of touch.  On went the nylons and garter belt. Philip intuitively  knew 
that she felt  men liked this ensemble better than plain old panty hose.  Then 
Elizabeth put on bra.  As barely  an echo of his real self, Philip felt the 
tightness upon her breasts. Next came the soft silk, yet tight blouse on her 
skin.  He was getting turned on by sharing these physical sensations with 
her.

Elizabeth squeezed into the mini skirt . . . then the high heels. He could 
actually feel her discomfort wearing and walking with them.  Regardless, it 
made her legs look and feel so sexy.  It was worth it.  Philip could read 
Elizabeth's opinion of the shoes as if she were a book.  She felt they were 
mostly sittin' shoes anyway! 

Philip experienced, as her soul rider, what it was like to apply make up. 

Suddenly, with the barest of thoughts, Philip felt himself being expelled from 
Elizabeth's dreamself.  She had known that he was there all along.  The need 
for subterfuge was gone, so the dreamwalker willed himelf to become 
visible.

Elizabeth turned, and stared him right in the eye.

"Enjoy yourself, sugar?" she asked,  honey in her voice.

Philip nodded.

"I thought you would. I wanted to share the pleasure and the pain of dressing 
with you. Now you can appreciate what women go through to attract and 
please a man!"

He grinned, in languid deliberation, "We're worth it!"

"Oh, you!" She hit him with a dream pillow, that became a bouquet of 
flowers upon impact. Such was the nature of dreams where one thing can 
become another. Suddenly they were laying side by side on a water bed.

That was the first thing that a dreamwalker had to get used to.  There were 
sudden, inexplicable shifts in time, space, location, and even people.  Dream 
logic didn't necessarily follow any recognizable form. It was more symbolic.  
You had to be able to roll with the punches between jarring shifts in the 
dream landscape.

Fortunately, Philip had dreamwalked enough times to enable him to just go 
with the flow.  Lately, he had even started to experiment with forming the 
ether of another's dream into things of his choosing in order to control the 
dream.  That was proving to be very tricky.  Much like a neurosurgeon, you 
were never quite sure what type of damage you could do to the psyche of the 
dreamer.  For the time being, it was better to just be the passive companion 
with the dreamer than to be an active participant.

It was only a matter of time until Philip figured out how to actively participate 
in the dream.  His research was still in it's relative infancy. 

"You'all ever wonder if this is the real world, and what's out there is the 
dream?"

"No."

"Pooh! You're no fun." She kissed him, "I was readin' somethin' from a 
Chinese philosopher the other day about that very thing. Once he dreamed he 
was a butterfly, and when he awoke he laid a long time wondering: was he a 
man dreaming he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?"

"He was a jerk!" laughed Philip, reaching for her.

"You insensitive clod! I'm going to punish you for that. Suddenly, Liz was 
naked, her clothes melting into nothingness.

"Some punishment!" he laughed.

She giggled at him. Her clothes, which only disappeared a second ago, 
rematerialized upon Philip. The odd feeling of suggestive women's clothes 
on his person made him look down  . In the dream, she had dressed him in 
her clothes! 

"Very funny! Now take them off!" Philip ordered, even though they both 
knew in her dream she controlled the action.

She shook her head in the negative.  "You do it. I want to watch for a 
change!"

It was her dream, so Philip did as she asked.  He slid off the high heeled 
shoes, and slipped off the mini skirt.  He had to tug quite hard on the skirt 
since it was so snug.  This only made Elizabeth giggle all the more.

Philip pulled off the silk blouse rather easily.   The bra was different 
altogether.  The hooks that unfastened the bra were much harder working 
from the inside out. It took some work, and Elizabeth laughed at his efforts. 
Then came the nylon and the garter belt.  The last thing was the sexy panties, 
underneath which was a huge erection.

"I see that turned you on, Lover!" smirked a titillated Elizabeth.

"Not me . . . " Philip began to protest.

She didn't let him finish.  She grabbed his dick, guiding it into her hot, wet 
pussy.

Dream sex has no equivalent to reality. A single moment was like an hour, 
the pleasure goes on and on.  However, it was not nearly as intense.  Philip 
and Elizabeth had discovered together that dream sex had it's own rewards. 
What was sacrificed in the intensity of sensation was made up by the variety 
of it.  In dreams you were more aware of absolutely everything everything 
around you, and it was like all of your senses were heightened.

Even now, Philip was silutaneously aware of the feel of satin sheets, the 
silky softness of Elizabeth's pussy, the tender touch of her hands upon his 
chest, and the lingering, candy-like sweetness of  her kisses. Such a 
cornucopia of overwheming sensation would no doubt overpower the novice 
dreamwalker.  Again, Philip had learned, as with the constant shift in dream 
reality, to just go with the flow.

Then it happened!  This was the reason why Elizabeth kept on encouraging 
Philip to use the device on her, night after night. Occasionally, just 
occasionally, they linked so deep, with the assistance of the machine that they 
each received an echo of what the other was experiencing during dream sex.  
Thus, for a solitary moment, Philip could feel his dick in the softness 
sweetness of her pussy, at the same time as he felt what it was like for 
Elizabeth to have a rigid cock in her pussy. 

Such things were quite beyond the description of the participants.  However, 
it was also quite addictive.  In these rare occasions, dream sex far surpassed 
sex in the physical world.  So . . . Philip and Elizabeth returned to her 
dreamworld night after night to capture lightning in a bottle! 

They both caught their breaths in the intense afterglow, and swirl of 
intertwined  passions.  Reality was a fog, so they surrendered the lucid 
dreaming until there were only pure emotion. 

********** 

The new light of morning awakened the two lovers. The electrodes were a bit 
of a discomfort, so they each removed them.  The sound of tape being peeled 
lingered in the air.
     
"Wow!" they both said at once. Then they laughed at their synchronicity, and 
kissed.
     
"That was the best one do far.  It was soooo sexy!" purred Elizabeth with a 
grin.

Philip nodded in agreement.  "That was the first time that I was able to merge 
with your essence for any length of time.  I think it has something to do with 
bonding with you before you became aware that I was there.  That's a bit of a 
surprise, as I thought that it would be easier if we both consiously agreed.  
Pretty wild!"

"How did you like feeling what it was like to get dressed as a woman?"

"It was erotic, I'll say that.  However, it isn't something I would want to do 
all of the time!"

This time Elizabeth threw a real pillow at him.  "I bet that if you spent more 
time doing it,  you would learn to love it."

"Not likely, Honey.  I'm a man, and I like it that way . . . ."

**********     

They ate breakfast together in the little nook off of the kitchen.  Philip took a 
sip from his cup of coffee, and then looked up thoughtfully at Elizabeth.  He 
reminded her to speak to her uncle about the Allen Prize. The man had 
influence on the committee, and it never hurt to have an inside edge.  Philip 
truly deserved the prize, but that was no reason to leave it to chance!

After breakfast was over, Elizabeth rushed around to get ready for her day.  
Philip, by contrast, was not so pressed for time.  He planned to spend most 
of the day at home going over his notes.  Last night's adventure had added 
that one new aspect to his research.  Elizabeth paused long enough in front of 
Philip to say good bye.  She pursed her lips expectantly.

Philip was too lost in though to realize that Elizabeth was waiting on a token 
of his affection.  Philip looked up to see her just lingering there.

"What?" asked Philip, confused.

"Y'all better get that tush of your up here, and give me a kiss before my 
southern temper gets the best of me," she warned quite good naturedly.

Philip couldn't help but smile.  Helpless indeed!

They kissed very deeply for a minute.  However, it was enough to render 
each of them wanting more.

"I'll call you later, Killer," advised Elizabeth as she hurried out the door.  She 
look  at her watch.  "I'm late already!"

Elizabeth blew Philip another kiss anyway.

**********
  
Philip spent most of the day working at home as he had intended.  He was so 
intent of purpose that he lost all sense of time.  It was almost 5:00 p.m. by 
the time this phone rang, breaking his concentration.

When his cell phone rang, Philip was in the process of increasing the power 
of the interface on the Dream Scope. It was Elizabeth.
     
"You have to come on over to my uncle's house. I have some good news for 
you."

That was it!  The Allen Prize was his.  All he had to do was do a little ass 
kissing with Elizabeth's uncle.  That shouldn't be too bad, although Philip 
had heard some stories about the old man.  There were rumours that the man 
like to abuse women, and may have even beat his own daughter Magnolia, 
when she was but a child.  There was a big stink a while back that was in all 
the papers.  Nothing ever came of it.

Philip showered and shaved quickly.  As much as he tried to put it out of his 
mind, he couldn't help but fantasize about what he was going to do with the 
money.  This is what it must feel like to win the lottery, he thought.  He 
checked his reflection in the mirror, and nodded in approval.  It was just the 
right amount of upscale casual to show that he was an up and coming 
scientist.

It seemed to take forever to make the drive across town.  Finally the old 
colonial style mansion loomed over Philip ominously in the fading early 
evening sunlight.  The sky behind the mansion was an eerie weave of reds 
and oranges.  Still, even the Heavens above would not stop him this night.  
Philip strode confidently up the wide steps to the dark mahogany doors. 

The door knocker mad a booming noise right out of an old "Frankenstein" 
movie.  

A dignified old black man, who just had to be the butler let him in.  The man 
led the guest into the library where Judge Howard and Elizabeth were 
waiting. 

Elizabeth smiled across the room knowingly at Philip.  Her warm stare 
communicated exactly how proud she was of her man. The gravity of the 
situation dictated that the two of them show restraint in the presence of the 
head of the Howard family.

Judge Howard stood, greeting Philip with only him a bemused, bland smile 
and a politician's handshake. 

"You must be Philip.  Elizabeth has told me a lot about you."

"Yes Sir," returned Philip, respecting the formalities.  "It is a pleasure to 
finally meet you in person.  Elizabeth has told me a lot about you, also, and . 
. . well . . . you are a bit of a legend around here."

That seemed to break the ice somewhat.  There was the usual banter of small 
talk, and it seemed to take the Judge forever to get to the point. Impatiently 
Elizabeth broke in. 
     
"Uncle Robert tells me that the Allen committee is going to meet on Monday 
to take a vote. Right now the vote is three for you,  three for Dr. Jones."

Jones's  new holographic projection machine was, for some reason suddenly 
in vogue.  Philip felt a chill. He knew of the discovery, but had no idea that it 
was even being considered by the committee.  Butterflies formed in the pit of 
his stomach.  Philip hadn't anticpated any strong competition to his 
invention.

"I see," he mumbled anxiously.  He thought Elizabeth siad there was good 
news.  This couldn't possibly be worse!

Now Philip was genuinely worried.  Jones'discovery  was a brilliant leap in 
holographic technology.  I'm in trouble, he thought, gloomily.  Damn, I 
already had the fuckin' money spent! 

"Now, Honey. There t'aint nothin' to lose heart about! Uncle Howard tells 
me that he casts the decidin' vote.  If you do a little favor him, he will cast it  
in your favor . . .  as his future nephew."

Philip looked nervously at the elder man. Here it comes, he fretted. 
Neverthless he acquiesed in resignation. Whatever it was, he would have to 
just bite the bullet, and do it!

Damn politicians and lawyers! Philip thought, with great originality.
     
"Son?  Do you know my daughter, Magnolia?"

Before Philip could respond, Elizabeth added, "That's my pretty first cousin. 
You remember.  I introduced you, and we've double dated a few times!?" 

As if Philip needed a reminder.  He had lusted after her ever since the 
occasion of their own meeting.  It was a good thing Elizabeth hadn't walked 
in his dreams because she may have very well encountered her cousin in a 
very compromising postion.  Here's where I have to be careful, thought 
Philip. 

"Of course, I know your daughter, Sir. She is a beautiful, charming girl!"

"She is that " nodded the Judge. "She is also an insecure.  At times she is 
also an air head, who is danger of flunking out of my alma mater   That 
would throw the family into disgrace.  You do see my problem, don't you?"

"Ah . . . " hesitated Philip.  What could he possibly say to that?

"Now Uncle!  Magnolia isn't all  that bad . . . " corrected Elizabeth in defense 
of the absent Magnolia.

The judge said nothing.  He just but poured himself another bourbon. No 
southern politician would ever think of drinking scotch!  His silence stretched 
on, causing a feeling of unease to come over the room.        

"What would you like me to do, sir?  I'm sure that I could find some time in 
my schedule to tutor Magnolia."

Philip had to mentally force himself not to become excited from the possiblity 
of spending time with the gorgeous young girl.

"A miracle, son.  Ah need nothin' short of a miracle. We want you to use 
your machine, all weekend if necessary, on my daughter's dreams.   You can 
try to give her enough confidence to pass the exams."

"I-I don't know if I can do what you ask at this stage, Sir."

"Now, son. Listen to me.  Nobody is askin' for any guarantee.  Ah just want 
you to try.   If you try your best . . . well my vote is yours.  Ah can't ever 
ask anybody to do more than try."

Elizabeth took Philip by the arm.  "You can do it, sugar! You and your 
wonderful dream machine can do it.  Y'all are always talking about 
manipulating a person's dreams to change their mental outlooks."

"Well . . . yes.  That was the ultimate goal.  There are parts that are still 
untested.  You already know the problem with being an active particpant in 
another's dream.  We haven't gotten that far yet.  The dreamer is still in 
charge!"

"Well, I would strongly suggest that it be tested this Friday night.   
Otherwise, I'd feel my consious would make me vote for Dr. Jones. Am I 
making myself clear?"

Philip gulped.  He didn't have a choice,  "Yes, Sir. Very clear!"

"Good! What time do you want her to be there?"

"Eight.  You'd better let me talk to her first, to get to know her better. Since a 
lot of dreams are symbolic, it's better to prepare by learning what the dreamer 
is all about.  I'm better prepared."

"Son,? I hate to say this about my own flesh in blood, but what you see is 
what you get.  She ain't nothin but a bimbo!"

"Now, Uncle Bob!" Liz punched him playfully in the arm.

"Anything else, son? The skies the limit.  You name it, you got it!"

"Well, it might help if I used this experiemental drug.   However, I haven't 
been able to get my hands on it."

"Write it down.  I'll get it!" ordered the Judge.

By the time Philip left with Elizabeth, he felt like he had been chewed up and 
spit out.
.
"You made quite a hit with Uncle Bob," contradicted Elizabeth.

He only grunted.

"Don't you be that way! He's really nice!"

He grunted again.

She gave up trying to convince her beau of the goodness of Uncle Bob. She 
changed the subject toward something else that was on her mind.

"Now you keep your hands off Magnolia! You belong to me! If I find you 
making a play for her, I'll snip, snip those little ole' nuts right off!" 

Elizabeth's hands made a like scissor-like gesture. 

Philip stared warily at her. "You can trust me.  She's just an air head."

"Air head she may be, but sometimes I wonder.  There are times when she's 
shy . . .  almost demure.  At other times she's a promiscouos bimbo.  
There's something more goin' on than meets the eye.  In any case, she's got 
the best body on campus.  Now don't you be sticking that sword into her 
forbidden pussy!" 

Elizabeth  jabbed Philip with her the sharp point of her fingernail just to 
illustrate the point..

"Okay! Okay!  Message recieved.  Just don't forget that this was all your idea 
in the first place."

"I'm just trying to help my man.  Ain't nothin' a self respectin' southern belle 
wouldn't do for her beau. You do want the Allen Prize, don't you?"

He nodded.

********** 

At eight o'clock sharp there was a knock upon Philip's lab door.  Elizabeth 
stood there with a very nervous Magnolia Mae Howard.  She was fiddling 
with her purse, brushing back her hair, and for the most part, did not 
demonstrate any of the demeanor of the brainless bimbo her father thought 
her to be.  Instead she appeared to be an innocent, albeit gorgeous, girl who 
was in over her head.  

He stepped back to allow them entry into his sanctum sanctorum.  There was 
no question about it, but Magnolia was a looker!  It was all that Philip could 
do to keep from staring at her. A healthy majority of girls looked like mere 
boys when compared with her. She had curves that just didn't stop, along 
with honey blond hair that hung in feminine waves well past her shoulders 
onto the middle of her back.    Big blue eyes stared at him like a frightened 
fawn caught in the headlights of an oncoming  car.

Elizabeth jabbed Philip in the ribs. Despite his best efforts, he was staring!

"Sugar, don't you forget what I told you," she whispered into Philip's ear. 
She simultaneously made scissor-like gesture with her fingers.

Her point having rather graphically been made, Elizabeth spun on her heel, 
aand then left with a wave of her hand.

"Y'all behave yourself . . . ya hear?" 
.
Within a few moments of Elizabeth's departure, the entire aspect of the 
nervous girl seemed to change.  She didn't appear as anxious as she did 
earlier.  If it was at all possible, she even seemed to be . . . at ease?

"Magnolia?  Are you okay?"  inquired Philip.

"I'm fine," she responded sweetly.  Even her voice seemed to have changed 
somewhat.  It now dripped the same southern honey that Elizabeth had.  
"Y'all don't have ta call me Magnolia, you know?  It's kind of over the top, 
don't you think?"

Philip cocked one eyebrow, and looked her right in the eye curiosly.  "You 
don't like Magnolia?"

"Would YOU like to be named after a big pink flower?" questioned him 
pointedly.

"Uh . . . not really.  I can see your point.  What should I call you then?"

"Y'all can call me Maggie.  Ah prefer Maggie Mae, if y'all wanna be real 
sweet to me!"

"Fine.  Maggie Mae it is.  The first thing that we have to do is some simple 
testing. It won't take vey long, and I promise that it is painless."

"An then what?" queried Magnolia.

"We'll talk about that when the testing is complete.  Okay?"

"Okay, Sugah!"  Her voice was incredibly seductive.

After 30 minutes of testing, Philip's early impressions were confirmed. 
Magnolia was about as sharp as a bowling ball, as the Judge might say.  The 
only problem was that the potential was there.  It was as if something was 
blocking her ability . . . or she was acting this way on purpose!  

She just kept looking up Philip with a smile that loooked like a cat that had 
just eaten a canary.  

Needless to say, he was extremely confused.  This was not how an 
underachieving little girl, that was about to be hooked up to a strange machine 
was supposed to be acting.  It was dramatically different that her behavoir 
when she had first arrived with Elizabeth.  It was eerie.  The closer that she 
got to the actual process, the calmer she became.

Also, the closer they got to the dream process, the sexier she became!  
Magnolia kept on rubbing up against him suggestively.  She would lean over 
provacativelty to allow Philip a great few of her cleavage.  She even went so 
far as to rub her ample breasts against his arm.  If Philip didn't know better, 
he would have sworn that his subject was trying to seduce him.

Nevertheless, the end result was the the same.  Philip was left with a raging 
hard on. To make matters even worse, Magnolia kept on looking at the 
obvious bulge in his pants longingly.

Philip began to believe the Judge's assessment of his daughter.  She acted 
like one of those females that only exist to please a man. Well . . .there were 
worse things, Philip thought with a grin. 

As fortune would have it, Philip was not the most virtuous of men.  He 
wasn't a womanizer by any stretch of the imagination.  However, he also 
wasn't one of those men who would look a gift horse in the mouth.  This girl 
wanted it, and wanted it bad!  He had wanted this girl from the first time that 
he had layed eyes upon her.  Fate, along with the perfect circumstances had 
delivered her ripe body into his waiting arms.

Who am I to deny fate, rationalized Philip?  He decided to use the situation to 
make it with this outstanding specimen of womanhood.

He gave her a few drinks . . .  and had a few himself. It was during this 
conversation that Philip learned the exact nature of Magnolia's problem.  It 
turned out that she was terrified of old Professor Nissan. She just froze in his 
class

"I sure hope y'all can help me." breathed Magnolia.  She reached over into 
Philip's lap, petting the bulge of his penis. "I would do anythin' not to 
disappoint my Daddy!" 

That was just the opening that he was looking for.  He just shook his head in 
disbelief.  Philip couldn't belive that the girl was being this openly sexual 
after first being so shy and nervous.  This was truly bewildering.  The 
solution to that particular anomoly could wait until later!

Well, well,  Philip mused.
 
"Well I think that I might be able to help you Maggie Mae . . ." began Philip.  
He then proceeded to tell Magnolia about how the process worked.

When he first described the process to Elizabeth, she was as scared as Hell.  
Philip was also for that matter.  Each of the subject that he had used in his 
study had exhibited some manifestation of anxiety.  Magnolia on the other 
hand, seemed to be getting turned on by the explanation.  She didn't show 
one sign of nerves.

Philip finished a few minutes later, ". . .  but what we do here must be kept 
secret!"

Magnolia nodded seductively, the same knowing smile upon her face. Now 
Philip went for the killing blow.

"Everything we do, and I mean EVERYTHING, must be a secret.  You can't 
tell your daddy,  your fiancee, Peter, and especially  Elizabeth.  To achieve 
the results that you want from my Dream Machine we need to engage in a 
rather inmate activity."

"Sex you mean."  There wasn't one iota of surprise in her voice.  She knew 
exactly where Philip was headed all along.   

With that said, Magnolia leaned over to where Philip had been seated, stuck a 
tounge  in his ear, and then whispered, "You wanna fuck me don't ya?  
You've wanted to stick  your big cock into my pussy ever since we first met, 
haven't ya?"

"Yes, we need to have sex," said Philip calmly, trying to make it sound more 
clinical.  It made him wonder just who was in charge of this situation!

"Okay," she agreed, just like that.

"But its just part of cure," Philip said with a professional, engaging smile.

"My Daddy told me to do whatever you said.  I'm just happy that I get to 
have a little fun."

"Well you just need to listen to your daddy.  He knows what's best for you!"  
agreed Philip, huskily. 

He hated to cheat on Elizabeth.  Nevertheless, Magnolia was right on the 
money.  Philip had wanted to separate her from her bra and panties from the 
moment he first laid eyes upon her.  He could resist many vices, but was 
powerless to the charms of a beautiful woman. 

Anyway, Elizabeth will never know, Philip mentally justified. It's not like 
this bimbo means anything to me.  I am doing her a big favor, after all.  
Philip made a mental note to never, ever let Elizabeth dream walk in his 
dreams, lest she discover his duplicity.

Damn!  What a bod! thought Philip, as she undressed with the skill of a 
trained stripper.  He just about tore his own clothes off.

 "It surely nice of you, Dr. Kureck to help me out like this."

"My pleasure! Just remember, don't tell anybody! " he reiterated, his voice 
trembling with desire.

 Magnolia was clearly in charge of the situation now.  She took one of 
Philip's hands, and placed it on one of beautiful big breasts.

She said softly, barely audible, "Touch me.  I wanna feel your hands all over 
me!"

The girl was incredible. Her sexy body melted into him into a puddle of 
quivering desire.  She did things to him that he had only dreamed about. She 
took him into her red hot pussy, clamping so hard on his dick that it grew 
harder than Philip had ever remembered. All of the while, Magnolis gently 
pinched the part of his balls where the sperm travels to, and eventually out of 
the penis.

Nobody had ever done that to Philip before.  The end result was that he 
wasn't able to release his load.  He stayed harder a lot longer than he had ever 
done before.. He plunged again and again into her melting softness.  It was 
fire and ice, steel and silk! She was incredible.  After what seemed to be 
about an hour, Magnolia released her pinch on Philip's balls, and it triggered 
a massive orgasm, unlike he had ever known.  She came simultaneously,  
and contracted her vaginal muscles around the invading manhood to really 
suck it dry! 

"Did I do Okay?" Magnolia asked tcuriously after they had collapsed into 
each other arms.

"Just fine!" stated Philip, as he rolled over to look at the clock. "Well, time 
for the drug."

Magnolia got a look of righteous fury on her face.  "What?  I thought y'all 
wouldn't hook me up to your lil' ole' contraption if I put out for you."

"No.  I thought you understood that what we just did was part of it.  I need to 
understand you intimately if I am to enter your dreams.  Now it is time for the 
next step."

"Ah won't do it," cried Magnolia, as she began to hastily gather her discarded 
clothing.

This was confusing poor Philip.  Magnolia'a moods and behavoir was all 
over the road from the moment she entered the lab.  There was something 
seriously wrong here.  Philip had no choice.  She had to go on the machine 
or else the Judge would never cast the deciding vote I his favor.  With one 
hand, he grabbed Magnolia by the wrist.  The other hand scooped up a pre-
prepared syringe from the counter. Magnolia'a eyes widened when she saw 
the syringe.

"I hate needles!" she screamed.

"Just look away, Magnolia dear," instructed Philip, who was clearly back in 
charge of the situation.

Magnolia knew that she was caught by the bigger person so she looked 
away, as instructed.  She felt the sharp jab of the needlepoint into her ass 
cheek.

"Ow," she sobbed.  

Magnolia's entire demeanor appeared to change yet one more time.  She 
began to display the nervousness, and timidness that Philip observed when 
she first entered with Elizabeth. Her hands were literally shaking as she put 
her clothes back on.

Soon her breath grew shallower. Philip led Magnolia to an examination table, 
instructing her to lay out upon it, and to make herself comfortable.

"You'll be asleep in a few minutes, Maggie Mae," he told her soothingly.

Magnolia'a eyes were already half closed.  That did not prevent her from 
mumbling, "Maggie Mae?  Who's she?  My names Magnolia . . . remember?

Philip raised his eyebrow yet one more time.  This was growing more 
interesting by the minute.

A few minutes later, his subject was fast asleep. Philip checked her brain 
waves on the EEG monitor.   She was at the prefect point of Alpha rythym 
for significant dreams. He hooked the leads of  the machine to both their 
heads, and waited for R.E.M.  He reclined on another examination table tha 
stood along side the one which Magnolia was upon.

Then Magnolia's eyes started to dart back and forth under her eyelids.  That 
was the sign that R.E.M. had started, and along with it, dream activity. 
Hurriedly, Philip turned the machine on, and layed back on the examining 
table.

**********

Suddenly, Philip was thrust into a world that was soft and pink.  He saw 
Magnolia just standing there alone.  She looked very sad.  She was also 
completely unaware of his presence.  That was very good, and for the time 
being, Philip decided to keep it that way.

She began to look at her hands, turning them over and over again to inspect 
them.  She surveyed the rest of herself, and then her surroundings.  This was 
always the way that dreamers first adjusted when the realized that they were 
in a lucid dream.

She realized that she was in an aware dream. The drug was working 
perfectly. Magnolia had the ability to direct the direction, and the very texture 
of her dreams.

Magnolia was dressed in very conservative, almost frumpy clothes.  She 
appeared to be very frightened of the lucid dream.  She called out meekly, 
with a faltering voice.

"Hello?  Somebody help me!"

"I am here little sister, as always.  Doesn't Maggie Mae always come to the 
rescue of poor weak Magnolia?" came a familiar southern sweet voice from 
beyond the dream threshold.

Another Magnolia gracefully walked up to the existing image of Magnolia.  
There were two of them!  However, the new image was dressed very 
provacatively in a short mini dress, spiked heels, and low cut, ultra revealing 
top.

It dawned upon Philip what he was seeing.  He was watching a graphic 
representation of a multiple personality disorder.  Magnolia'a psyche was 
made up of two distinct personalities . . . Magnolia and Maggie Mae.  She 
must have been undiagnosed all of this time.  It explained a lot.

The Magnolia personality was too meek and mild to assert herself.  Thus, she 
appeared to be scatterbrained.  In times of stress, when the pressure was too 
much, the Magnolia personality retreated to the back of her mind, allowing 
Maggie Mae to take control.  Boy did she ever take control!  She was the 
intelligent portion of the personality.  However, she directed it all to 
conrollong her environment by controlling men.  She made herself appear as 
a bimbo on purpose in order to manipulate men.  Everthing made sense now.

Only one question remained.  What caused Magnolia'a personality to split 
like this.  This dream was the perfect medium in which to find out.  If Philip 
could direct Magnolia back in time to where the slpit occured, perhaps he 
could help her.  The first order of business was getting rid of Maggie Mae 
before she took control.  

That was when Philip decide to attempt a merger with the Magnolia portion of  
the personality.  Perhaps he could give her enough support from within to 
send the Maggie Mae portion away.

It was worth a try.  He just couldn't let them know that he was there.

Philip willed his invisible essence to merge with that of Magnolia, just as he 
had done last night with Elizabeth.  He sensed himself being drawn into her 
being, and the first thing he became aware of was her paralyzing fear.  She 
was in a state of abject terror with what was taking place.

Then he heard with her ears, and saw with her eyes.  Philip became a rider in 
the Magnolia personality.

"What about it little sister?" suggested Maggie Mae.  "Let me take control of 
us, and I'll make everything all better."

This was the critical point.  Philip didn't know how long he could maintain 
the merger, so he had to work quick.  He concentrated on feeling self 
confident.  He could only hope that empathically some of the emotion would 
leak through to Magnolia.

It worked.  She grew calmer . . . not as frightened.  In a few seconds she 
became comfortable in her surroundings.

"NO," screamed the Maggie Mae personality.  "Don't send me away you 
Bitch  . . ."

The Maggie Mae manifestation began to fade away.  "I'll get you for this, I 
promise!  Soon, I'll have total control of our body, and I'll never let you back 
out again!  You'll be sorry . . ."

With that, she was gone.

Philip was just starting  to experience Magnolia'a bodily sensations when he 
felt himself being forcably expelled from her being.

"Doctor Phil?  Are you here?" she whispered.

"Yes, I am.  I'm here to help you," responded Philip, making himself visible.

"Okay," she muttered demurely.   "D-do you want me to take my clothes 
off?"

That simple question made Philip feel very bad.  He now regreted what he 
had just done with her real body.  Here he was, supposed to be helping her, 
and all that he did was reinforce the schism.

"No.  Let's just walk around and you take me to your important spots.  
Maybe you could take me back to where you first saw or met Maggie Mae." 

That seemed to have agitated her again.  "I-I don't wanna."

Philip adressed her directly.  "Listen to me Magnolia.  It's importent that you 
stay calm.  When you get nervious or anxious Maggie Mae will come back.  
Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dr. Phil."

"Good.  If you take me back to where you first encountered Maggie Mae, I 
may be able to help you.  I may be able to set things right," he explained.

"Really?"

"I swear.  You are going to have to trust me.  I'll be there every step of the 
way, so there is nothing to worry about."

"Okay.  I will."

"That's great.  Now you are going to have to take us there.  Since this is your 
dream, you are in charge.  I can only make suggestions to you.  Do you 
understand me?"

"I do," replied Magnolia, sounding just a little bit more confident.

Suddenly, the scene shifted.  They were in her Daddy's Library, and he was 
saying to her, "Now Magnolia, you're a great disappointment to me." 

Magnolia now appeared as a child of approximately eight years.  She was 
beautiful then, with the promise of the womanhood that was to come.  Philip 
hid in the recesses of the library so that only Magnolia could see him, and 
thus be reassured by his presence.

Magnolia was crying.  The dream link between them was so strong that 
Philip felt his dream eyes also fill with tears.  He watched the scene from the 
past play out in horror.
 
"Magnolia, you will turn this around.  You will get strength from your 
Daddy, instead of fear.  Do you understand?" 

Judge Howard loomed over the younger version of Magnolia.  She was 
clearly terrified of the threatening size of the man.  And then the man touched 
her in a place that no adult should touch a child.

"Please Daddy . . . no!" the child cried.

Judge Howard struck his daughter across the face with a heavy blow at the 
rejection of such a small child.

 The scene shifted again.
 
Next they were outside a room, peeking in through a door that was slightly 
ajar. Magnolia was still but a child of eight or nine.  Magnolia watched her 
mother being admired by men of all shapes and sizes.  They were all nice, 
and did whatever she asked of them.  Her beauty held them in thrawl.  
Magnolia watched as her mother manipulated a roomful of men with her 
sexuality alone.

The scene shifted again.  They were back in the Library with Judge Howard.  
He was yelling at poor Magnolia yet again.  The source of the tirade was hard 
to determine from his ranting and raving.

Suddenly, the Judge reared back to hit Magnolia with the back of his hand.  
Even before the blow was struck, she shuddered.  Her whole person 
transformed into that of a very adult Maggie Mae.

Little Magnolia was nowhere to be found.

Maggie Mae grabbed her father's hand, spreading out the fingers.  She took 
one of the fingers into her mouth and began to suck on it.  She stopped long 
enough to look up at her father with the same expression she had seen her 
mother use on other men.

"I'll be good Daddy.  I promise."

Maggie Mae pulled down her skirt and panties to expose her very shapely 
bottom.

"Here Daddy.  I'll let you spank me now."

Philip had a pretty good idea of what would happen next.  It was the abuse of 
Judge Howard that had fractured Magnolia'a psyche.  She developed the only 
split personality that she could think of to manipulate or control her father.  
Just before all of the ugly details became manifest, the scene shifted one last 
time.

Now they were in college.  Philip recognized the scenes immediately . . . Dr 
Nissan's classroom. He could feel Magnolia trembling at his side. There was 
old Professor Nissan, grown impossibly large, with claw-like hands 
stretching towards  her.  Nissan was in the process of degrading her in front 
of her classmates.

The infamous sneer was on Nissan's face. All the walls grew closer to 
Magnolia, creating a claustrophic feel.  She started to shake and quake.

"No!, No!" she cried. 

"Well, well.  What do we have here? Can it be the world famous ignoramus, 
Miss Magnolia Howard?" He gestured at a chair that had straps hanging from 
it. 

"Sit down, my dear Miss Howard, and we'll have our usual question and 
answer sessions. You know what happens don't you when you get an 
answer wrong?" growled Nissan menacingly.

A tooled leather belt with a coat of arms buckle, instantly materialized into his 
hand. With horror, Philip realized it was the same one that Judge Howard 
had worn.  Nissan's threatening demeanor regressed her all of the way back 
to her encounters with her Daddy.

The class room was filled with jeering students. "Hit her! Hit her! Hit her!" 
they  roared with one voice.

Philip realized that Magnolia was rapidly losing control.  From the prior 
scenes that he had witnessed, he knew that the appearence of Maggie Mae 
was scant seconds away.  This is where Philip decided to make his stand.  A 
merger had worked earlier in restoring her control, dispelling Maggie Mae.  
He just hoped that it would work again.

If he could dispel Maggie Mae, and just get her through Nissan's tirade, she 
would be okay.  Philip moved to merge with Magnolia.  This time, however, 
she saw what he was doing, and welcomed it.

No sooner had he merged with Magnolia, than he was staggered by the same 
sense of paralyzing fear, just prior to the revelation of the separate Maggie 
Mae persona.  There was no time to lose.  Philip, just as he had done before, 
empathically willed confidence and self control into Magnolia.

It was just in time.  The dream manifestation of Nissan broke into an 
extremely vicious rant.  Cheered by the shouts of the other students, Nissan 
drew his hand back, armed with the belt, to strike Magnolia.

"No, Nooo! " she cried. She whirled on Philip. "I-I can't handle this! I really 
can't You're going to have to handle it for me."

A surprised Philip was seized by a desperately strong force, and hurled 
bodily towards Professor Nissan. 

He heard Magnolia say " I'm out of here!"

Professor Nissan grabbed him and thrust into the chair. A surprised Philip 
struggled to get away, but the man's grip was like iron. He found himself 
bound into the chair with an evil, leering Nissan towering over him.

Nissan addressed him as Magnolia, "Now, Miss Howard, are you ready for 
your first question?

"But I'm not Magnolia!" cried Philip straining vainly at the bonds.

The class roared with laughter as the walls closed in tighter.

"Now Miss Howard, you wouldn't try to fool your favorite professor, would 
you? That would make you a naughty girl, and naughty girls are punished." 

The leather belt came down viscously.  Philip found himself screaming as 
dream belt or not it, bit savagely into his flesh.

"Who are you?"

"Dr. Philip Kureck.  I'm just trapped in Magnolia's dream."

The crowd of students roared.

"Wrong Answer! The strap whistled down. Philip screamed like a little girl.

"Now once again, who are you?"

Philip kept telling himself, it was a dream, just a dream wake up! Wake up, 
he screamed mentally.  However, he couldn't!  It's  just a dream, he realized. 
What difference would it make who he said he was.  The sooner he got this 
over with, the  sooner he would wake up.  The nightmare would be over..

"I'm Magnolia.  Magnolia Howard!"

The Professor evil leering face beamed at him. 

"Good girl! Right answer.  Let's move onto another question shall we? Are 
you smart or stupid?"

"Smart?"

The belt whistled down again. "Wrong answer!"

Philip screamed, and the crowd roared with laughter.

"Okay! Okay!  I'm dumb!"

"And how old are you?"

"Twenty-one?"

"Good girl! Its nice to see a young lady lie about her age.  You're really 
twenty-two."

The crowd roared.

"And what do you live for?"

"I don't know?"

Again the unmerciful strap bit into dream tortured flesh.  Philip felt something 
within him snap.  He had been in bad dream walk before, but nothing even 
approaching this.  He felt lost . . . utterly out of control.

Just when he felt the most lost, without warning, a sense of serenity came 
over him.  It was then that he felt his dream body begin to change.  He 
watched as his dream clothes melted away, to be replaced by the low cut 
blouse, short mini skirt, and high heels of the Maggie Mae psyche.  Philip 
tried to stop it, but it was to late.  He had taken the place of Magnolia in the 
dream, and like Magnolia, had lost control. He had unwitingly triggered the 
Maggie Mae persona.

Philip watched in horror as his chest began to push out to form a very 
recognizable, if not overstated feminine shape.  He felt long hair creep down 
his neck until it hung just below his shoulders. It tickled the nape of his neck, 
just as the newly formed breasts pulled heavily at his chest.  He felt the rest 
of his dream body begin to shrink, as muscles shifted assuming a softer, 
rounder shape.  The last thing that Philip felt was a tingling in his groin, 
followed by the unnerving sensation of his manhood being withdrawn up 
into his dream body.  He knew from the sense of growing warmth and 
moisture the type of equipment that he now had.

The entire procees made Philip even less in control, and gave the Maggie Mae 
persona a strong foothold now!

Involuntarily, words spilled from Philip's mouth in the same rich southern 
accent possessed of Maggie Mae.  "I guess I live to please my Daddy.  And 
other men?" 

God, thought Philip.  Let's hope that this was the right answer so he could 
get out of this mess.

The evil face of the dream Nissan leered at him. 

"That's my dumb little bimbo! Do you even belong in college?"

"No!" said Philip.

In between the torrent of nasty questions, Philip couldn't help but think,  I 
can't believe poor little Magnolia has terrible nightmares like this. No wonder 
she is the way she is! 

"What is your only asset, Magnolia Howard?"

"My body. My looks, to please men?" Philip now purred seductively, as the 
Maggie Mae personality took hold fully.

"My, my I see you're full of the right answers!" Nissan looked disappointed.

He slapped Philip hard across the face, anyway. "Mind your manners now 
you stupid cow!" 

Nissan's hand lingered.  Quite involuntarily, but instinctively, Philip moved 
his head just enough that Nissan's fingers slipped into his mouth.  He closed 
his lips around those fingers, and began to suck, just as he had seen Maggie 
Mae do earlier with the Judge.

The walls closed around Philip.   Yet he felt the nipples at the tips of his 
borrowed breasts begin to harden.  The whole thing was turning him on.  He 
screamed and screamed.

 The room disappeared.  Philip  welcomed the fall into the abyss of the deep  
unconscious stage of sleep. The last thing he thought was, all over.  It's all 
over.

**********

Philip slowly came awake. God, what a horrible ordeal, he grumbled to 
himself mentally.  The prize money would be money well earned. With 
everything that had just happened, he wouldn't link up with Magnolia again 
for twice the money. 

He reasoned that the drug must have magnified the link between their minds.  
That was the only possible explanation for what had happened.  Philip 
opened his eyes, and blinked them in the bright overhead lights. He scanned 
the room, but what he saw made him blinked yet again. 

I must still be dreaming, Philip thought, shaking his head.  Sitting up on the 
other side of the bed was . . . him! Philip Kureck!!

"Good morning, sleepy head," this Philip said. "Pleasant dreams?"

Philip looked down at himself, and screamed shrilly. He was in Magnolia's 
lush body. Huge, soft tits weighed down his chest. He could feel the weight, 
along with the touch of long blond hair on his neck. 

He screamed one more time.  Desperately, Philip touched himself, hoping 
against hope that touching alone would dispel the illusion. It didn't.  If 
anything,  it reinforced what his eyes saw. Philip's slender hands touched 
soft breasts.  When his hands drifted lower, his fingers found a flat mons 
venus instead of a dick.

"What has happened to us?" asked Philip in her voice.  His voice carried the 
same soft southern accent that Magnolia once had.

"Why don't you take a leak, and then come back.  We'll talk?" suggested 
Magnolia from inside his former body.

Now that his other had mentioned it, Philip realized that he did, in fact, have 
to pee. Badly! 

Philip eased himself off of the examination table.  The reason that he had to 
ease himself was that his feet could no longer reach to the floor.  As soon as 
his feet did meet the floor, he knew why.  He was so very short now.  For a 
brief second, the sense of disorientation, or disproportion, made him dizzy.  
However, he didn't have much time to contemplate the change in height 
further.  The inistent pressure eminating from his smaller bladder 
communicated the urgency of the situation.

He hurried the alien flesh into the bathroom.  The sway of his new hips, and 
the breasts swinging freely was maddening.

"Wake up!  Must wake up!" he ordered himself.  The voice of Magnolia was 
a reminder that, as improbable as it may seem, this was no dream.  He knew 
better. Who was better qualified than he to know the different between a 
dream and reality?

The toilet seat what up.  How inconsiderate thought, Philip, for a brief 
second, before he stopped cold in his tracks, and then shuddered. "Get a 
grip!" he  ordered himself. "You're not really a woman!"

He put the seat down, thoughful of what it signified. Needless to say, the 
next thing to come down were the satiny panties that Philip now wore.  He 
felt embarassed, promptly turning a bright shade of red. Philip tried not to 
think about what he was about to do.  He distracted himself by mentally 
analyzing, as any good scientist would, the meaning of the data that he had 
just collected.

Magnolia was a classic example of what was popularly called a split 
personality.  Her psyche was made up of the demure Magnolia half, and the 
more outgoing Maggie Mae half.  During the dream, it was obvious that the 
Magnolia half fled into his body in terror. Philip noted, that left the Maggie 
Mae half and myself in her body.  That brilliant deduction made Philip's, or 
more accurately Magnolia's, heart almost stop.

He and Maggie Mae were both trapped inside Magnolia's body.  That meant, 
most likely, that he was now the split personality, and Maggie Mae knew the 
body better than he!  Quickly, Philip reviewed what triggered the Maggie Mae 
personality.  It had a much more meaning now, as the possiblity was great 
that the Maggie Mae persona could be triggered within him.  A personality 
that would make him act just like a sex starved bimbo, in order to maniuplate 
men.

Philip got a lump in his throat.

Hurry, he demanded of himself.  Think.  What was it that brought on Maggie 
Mae?  Then it occured to him . . . strong negative emotions.  In other words, 
stress.  What were the manifestations of stress, Philip asked himself?  It was 
basic biology.  A list of symptoms from biology class flashed into his mind.  
Increased heart rate, increased blood pressure, inability to concentrate, 
increase galvanic response in the skin, including sweating . . . 

"Lil' ole me will have'ta remain calm," Philip told himself triumphantly 
aloud.  Even that was a failure because his voice was taking on the famliar 
strong southern honey of the Maggie Mae personality.  He had panicked there 
for a second.

Philip tried hard not to become unglued, knowing what that would mean.  
Suddenly, he realized, with a start, another reason why his stress level was 
rising.  The slight panic attack triggered the onset of the Maggie Mae portion 
of his personality.  That portion of his personality had unconsiously had 
started to masturbate. Philip's free hand had started to fondle his new swollen 
clit, and that caused his new body's stress level to rise even further.  It was a 
vicious cycle the he was now caught in!

He jerked his hand away from the nether regions of Magnolia's body.  It took 
all of his willpower not to put his hand back there, and a large part of his 
being wanted to.  Philip knew that it was Maggie Mae talking, not him.  He 
concentrated, breathing deeply.  Slowly, he regained control, and his heart 
rate and blood pressure began to drop.  Philip was back in charge of 
Magnolia's body.

Philip tried a different tack.  He decided to just concentrate on what he was 
doing. Taking a pee as a woman was certainly was a lot messier! He wiped 
himself with grudging fascination, all of the while trying to remain calm. 
Finally, he stood, pulled up the panites, and hurried back into his lab to try to 
make sense out of this waking nightmare.

Philip walked directly to the cabinet where he stored the medications that he 
used.  The first order of business was to take some tranquilizers so that he 
could remain on an even keel.  The last thing that he wanted was for the 
Maggie Mae portion of his peronality to take over with a male body in the 
room.  He shivered at the thought of what would happen or the things that he 
would do.

Unfortunately, he was now to short to reach the shelf where the drugs were 
stored.  Philip felt the stress level of his outrageously feminine body begin to 
rise, so he paused for a second.  Every new thing that he experienced 
threatened to make him lose control.  He HAD to get that medication before it 
was too late.

He looked aroud the lab to  find his former Philp body staring at himself into 
the mirror. That person was flexing his new muscle, grinning all of the 
while.

"Will y'all help me over here?" asked Philip sweetly, in horror.  He was 
losing it anyway, despite the breathing exercises.

"What do you need?" responded Magnolia, who now resided within his 
body.

Involuntarily, Philip struck a very feminine, very provacative pose.  It was a 
pose designed to stir the flames of any red blodded male heart.

He pointed up to the shelf with one elegant, manicured finger, not wanting to 
even talk.  Magholia closed the distance to her former body with just two 
long strides.  She towered over Philip.

Magnolia looked down at the petite woman, asking, "What do you want from 
up there?"  There was not a trace of her former southern accent to her voice.

Philip concentrated as hard as he could to say, "The valium.  Could you just 
get me the valium."

It was all the he could do to NOT rub up against his former body.  For a 
second he wondered what it would feel like to have his old cock sliding in 
and out of his new pussy.

Magnolia handed the valium down to him.  He snactched it from his former 
hand, and dashed off to the bathroom again.  Once in the bathroom, Philip 
downed quite a few of the pills, curled up into a ball in the corner, and just 
breathed.

Fifteen minutes later, the drugs were doing there job.  A very composed 
Philip exited the bathroom ready to converse with Magnolia.  The extra time 
gave him the opportunity to plan what he was going to say to her.  It was 
imperative to get her back on the dream machine!

In the time that Philip was gone, Magnolia had gone over to the weight 
bench, that he kept in the corner of the lab, to test the capacity of the male 
body.  As Philip walked calmly up to the bench, and of course, his real body,   
Magnolia effortlessly bench pressed the weight on the bar . . . one hundred 
and seventy-five pounds.

"Wow! I'm so strong now!" exclaimed his former voice.  It almost giggled.

The drugs were working.  The sight of his real body, and the sound of his 
real voice, disconnected from him did not cause him stress this time.

"What's happened in there?" inquired the former Philip.  It was still 
fascinating to see his body under another's control.  Again  his voice was not 
only that of woman's, but contained Magnolia's charming southern accents.  
At least the honey of Maggie Mae's persona was gone!

Philip's old face grinned. "Good question. Near as I can work it out, I 
panicked.  I just had to run, and to as far away as possible.  The furtherest 
place was your body. Were you trapped in the chair?  Did you admit to being 
a brainless bimbo, with only her body to recommend her?"

Philip nodded dumbly, still very conscious of the weight of his breasts, the 
long hair sliding forward as he did so.  Unfortunately the valium couldn't 
numb the alien sensations of Magnolia's body.

"Well, maybe that trapped you as me?" continued Magnolia.

"Listen to me Magnolia," Philip tried to sound both stern and serious, failing 
miserably at both.  "Ah know what happened to y'all in there.  Ah know 
what you're problem is?"

"What's that?" asked Magnolia in Philip's body, curiously.

"Y'all saw what was in there.  You have, what is called multiple personality 
syndrome . . . a split personality.  You're second persona calls herself 
Maggie Mae.  She's all of the the things that people're saying about you.  She 
acts like a bimbo in order to control men."

Magnolia was aghast.  "You're making all of this up.  It's just a dream, that's 
all."

Unfortunately, like most people who are confronted directly with the truth 
about  themself, she was in a state of denial.

Philip remembered the belt in the dream.  He pressed, "You're daddy beat 
you didn't he?  He touched you in places where a little girl shouldn't be 
touched.  He made you do things that you didn't want to do, didn't he?"

He was rewarded by a stinging slap to his sensitive face.

"Don't you ever dare say anything against my daddy.  Ever!  You bitch! Do 
you understand me?"

Philip found himself crying. His new body was hugged by a remorse, as was 
Magnolia in his former one.  Still, the valium was holding.  The physical 
confrontation had not reanimated the Maggie Mae persona.

Through his sobs, Philip managed to say, "Just face it Magnolia.  You know 
the truth in your heart.  Once you do, the hard part will be over."

Tears well up in Philip's former body.  Magnolia, unhindered by her second 
persona was able to finally handle the stress of the situation without the 
danger of losing herself.  The emotion just came pouring out.

"Oh, God.  I-I was just a little girl . . . and he touched me.  I just wanted to 
run  away."

The emotional scene caused more tears to fall down Philip's new flawlees 
cheeks.  He knew that she needed a hug, so he gave it to her, despite their 
new physical reality.  As he hugged her, he felt those nagging breasts flatten 
into her chest.

"It's okay Magnolia.  It's okay.  You've faced it now."

The two of them stood there, locked in a tender, heartfelt embrace.

Finally, Philip broke the hug, stating, "I think that I can help you . . . with 
my dream machine."

"How?"

"The books that I've read all say the key to curing MPD is to merge the two 
personas.  If we can do that in your . . . uh . . . my machine, you should be 
fine.  In fact, I'd imagine that y'all be better than fine.  You'll be strong, 
confident."

"You can do that?"

"Not now.  It'll take me about a week, maybe two, to figure out exactly how 
to do it.  It'll be tricky!"

"That will be too late.  The tests are before that.  If I can't pass those tests, 
then I might as well be the bimbo that everyone thinks I am already."

"You can use the valium.  The key is the level of stress that your body feels.  
That's what made Maggie Mae come in the first place.  She takes over when 
you are under stress, and controls the situation by manipulating men.  She 
manipulates with the one thing that she has in abundance . . . sex appeal.  
The valium will control your stress level so that you can take the tests."

"I don't want to," protested Magnolia.  "I feel safe . . . free for the first time 
in my life in THIS body.  I feel strong, and like nothing can ever hurt me 
again.  Can't you just keep my body?  Can't you just take over my life?  You 
can handle it better than me."

"We've got to get back our regular bodies!" cried Philip, in Magnolia's 
soprano.

"First things first," responded the large, strong male advancing on him.

Alarmed, Philip back away until he could go no further, having reached the 
edge of the counter top.

"W-hat do you mean? " Philip squeaked.

"I mean, not yet. This is a real break for me. I could never have passed those 
courses, but you can in my body.  You will . . . that is if you ever want to be 
yourself again."

"You wouldn't?"

"Yes, I would.  I'm desperate.  You don't how much disgrace it would bring 
upon my Daddy if I didn't pass.   You don't know how unhappy he would 
be with me! I-I still love him, no matter what he did to me."

In point of fact, Philip now knew exactly how unhappy that bastard the Judge 
would be.

Philip was left with no options.  Without Magnolia's cooperation, there was 
no way that he could put them back in their proper bodies.  At least for the 
next week, he would have to be Magnolia Howard.  What's more, he would 
have to deal with her other half, Maggie Mae, up close and personal!

**********

With the tacit agreement that Philip would remain as Magnolia for the week, 
the real Magnolia's personality grew more confident . . . more at ease.  The 
timidness and conservative demeanor seemed to fade away with her new 
reality.

"Well, Magnolia?!? My little southern flower, You had better get dressed,  
and head back to the sorority. You have a big date tonight  with your boy 
friend, Pete Longstreet. You do want to look nice for him, don't you?" the 
real Magonolia commented sarcastically. 

Then she added, as an afterthought, "By the way, I know that he's expecting 
you to put out later."

Philip flushed crimson, causing the new man to laugh. "You'all can't expect 
me to deal with your boyfriend?"

"I can, and do! You have to be me . . . that is, if you want to get your body 
back."

"I can't! I just can't have sex as a woman!. I'm a man!."

Magnolia was thoughtful for a second. "That shouldn't be a problem, 
Magnolia.  According to what we've learned here tonight, the second half of 
my personality is still with you in that lovely body."

"So?"

"Don't you see? If you get sexually turned on, the Maggie Mae part of me 
will just take over. Since that part of me is what controlled that . . . uh . . . 
activity anyway, you'll be just as good in bed as I ever was. Maybe better!" 

The male faced grinned offensively. "Now that I think about it, whenever a 
man started to get to me, I've always sort of lost control. I would get these 
urges. Now I know that it was that slutty Maggie Mae and not me. All you 
have to do is let go. After it is all over, you'll return to normal like I did."

Philip just stood there wide eyed, in absolute horror at Magnolia's 
suggestion.

There was no doubt in his mind that should he be caught in a compromising 
situation, it would happen just as Magnolia had layed it out. His only hope 
was to stay medicated on enough valium to supress the natural response of 
the body he now wore to the touch of a man. 

"This can't be happening to me?" muttered Philip, with undeniably luscious 
lips.

"Well, just don't stand there looking beautiful, girl. Get dressed," the 
commanding masculine voice commanded. "I brought some fresh things with 
me.  They are over there in the overnight bag, so that I could get dressed here 
for my date. You have to look good so that you don't disgrace me"

Magnolia pointed to the corner of the lab with Philip's strong arm.

Philip hadn't noticed the bag until this very moment. She must have carried it 
in with her when she arrived with Elizabeth, reasoned Philip. He considered 
taking some more valium before taking off the clothes that he currently wore. 
The last thing that he needed was to feel the slightest bit of titillation. 
However, as it was, he was probably all ready overmedicated.

There was just no way that he could risk an overdose! What he had in this 
body would have to do. Philip just hoped and prayed that he wou ldn't get 
turned on by what he feared were very sexy clothes in the bag! Philip felt 
more and more like a person trapped in a waking nightmare. 

Nevertheless, he moved away from the place near the counter where he and 
Magnolia had been standing. He walked, taking smaller, and a lot more, 
steps across the room.

He tried to walk as he always did, but it felt ackward and unnatural. It 
actually hurt this body to walk that way. He stopped for a second, to 
readjust, and then tried to walk in a manner that felt a little more natural. To 
Philip's great surprise, his new body automatically swayed with an inborn 
feminine grace.

He tried to figure out excatly what it was that made men and women walk so 
differently.  Philip closed his eyes, and tried to visualize how he, along with 
other men walked.  He tried to feel what it was like to walk like a man.  

Philip saw it clearly in his mind's eye.  Men walked by pushing one foot 
straight forward and then the other.  They would have to walk that way, with 
an extremely wide gait, almost pigeon-toed, to avoid crushing their male 
genitals.  That, coupled with the realtively narrow hips, made a man's tush 
cheeks go up and down!

Philip now shifted his mind's eye to visualize women walking.  He had 
ample experience in this area because watching the way that a woman moved 
was one of his favorite things to do.  He would spend literally hours 
watching women walking across campus.

Their tush cheeks, by contrast, moved from side to side, rather than up an 
down.  Philip wondered why?  Then he saw it.  A woman's wider hips, 
coupled with the void between their legs, allowed them to walk heel to toe.  If 
anything the void allowed an exagergated heel to toe, almost as if their legs 
were crossing with each step!  That, in turn, made for a natural swaying of 
those wide hips back and forth, and, of course, a wiggle of the derierre from 
side to side.

It all made physiological sense to the ultra scientific Philip.

He open his eyes, and took a few more steps.  His legs and hips moved just 
as he surmised.  Philip was walking with the exagerated heel to toe of all 
women!

"That's more like it. You're getting it now," stated Magnolia crtically, she 
had been watching all of this from behind. "Just relax, Magnolia, and it will 
come to you. It worked for me!"

Philip looked back over his shapely shoulder to give his tormentor a dirty 
look. The view was obstructed by waves of silky, honey blonde hair. In 
order to complete that task, he had to consiuosly draw the tresses out of his 
eyes, just like countless other women.

The movement, again, was fluid and graceful. He threw daggers with 
Magnolia's eyes back to where his former body stood .

Magnolia answered the look.  "You sexy thing!  If you keep that up, you are 
going to turn  ME on!!"

She wasn't lying! A noticable bulge was beginning to develop in her lap.  
The real Magnolia was coming out of her shell with her brand new 
perspective.  Unfortunately, Philip didn't like the direction in which she was 
headed! 

Looking at her former body from behind was breathtaking.  It prompted the 
real Magnolia to speak exactly what was on her mind,  "I never realized I was 
so beautiful and sexy!"

Philip sighed musically.  Even his attempts to be nasty were backfiring on 
him. He just resolved himself to getting on with this, and getting it over with. 

He stood next to the overnight bag, eyeing it suspiciously. He could put it off 
no longer. With another sigh, which provacatively expanded his magnificent 
new chest, he bent over to examine the contents of the bag.

Instantly, the presence of the tits on his chest became even more noticable, as 
they jiggled, swayed, and otherwise pulled downward. Philip felt the straps 
of the bra that he wore bite into his shoulders against the weight of his boobs. 

Philip's worst fears were confirmed when he pulled out an assortment of 
outrageously feminine clothes from the bag.

"These clothes are not what I would expect the Magnolia personality to 
intentionally pack. Why?  Did you pick them?" asked Philip, not looking 
back to face her.

"It's the way that my boyfriend wants me to dress. You're right. They aren't 
me at all. The funny thing is, just by putting them on it made me feel . . . well 
. . . sexy! The clothes must have caused the Maggie Mae portion of me to 
start coming the surface," observed the real Magnolia.

"Your boyfriend unconsciously senses what these clothes do to y'all.  He 
makes y'all where em ta bring out the Maggie Mae side of y'all."

Philip felt the soft material with his petite, soft  hands. The tactile sensation of 
doing it, along with the very sight of it had not yet made his stress level rise.  
There was not a doubt in Philip's mind that, but for the valium, he would 
have been aroused by now. 

That meant Maggie Mae would not be asserting herself.  So far so good. The 
acid test was yet to come.

He dropped the sexy clothes on to the nearest chair, and then reached up, 
with two trembling hands, to the buttons of the blouse he wore. Philip 
fumbled with the buttons momentarily . . . a combination of the long 
fingernails and the buttons' placement.  They were on the reverse side of the 
shirts to which he had worn all of his life. 

Each undone button revealed a little more of the swelling cleavage that lay 
beneath!  Philip watched with fascination as the front of the blouse slowly 
opened, showing the glorious feminine bounty clad in a lacy bra. Although 
he was rattled, there still was no appearence of Maggie Mae. This encouraged 
him. 

Flush with the confidence of the passed test, he completely removed the 
blouse.  

Suddenly, he realized that Magnolia had been watching the whole thing with 
intense interest. Philip had been so absorbed on surpassing this barrier that he 
totally forgot about her. 

He didn't turn to her. Instead, Philip stated, over his shoulder, "Do you'all 
mind? This is hard enough without you'all watching me."

"Trust me! It's not anything that I haven't seen before. Besides, you're going 
to need some help."

While Magnolia was talking, her voice, strangely grew stronger.  A second 
later, Philip knew why.

The weight of his former big hands upon his new bare shoulders told him 
that Magnolia had come up behind him.

"Wha . . . " Philip started to say. The exclamation was interrupted. 

Magnolia's hands traveled down his back to the rear strap of the bra. "I doubt 
that you could unhook this thing yourself the first time out of the gate," she 
said softly. The tone of her voice indicated that there was something more 
going on here. 

The palms of Magnolia's hands travelled up Philip's back again, slipping 
under the slackened shoulder straps.  She pulled those straps down around 
Philip's slender arms, and causing the entire bra in turn, to fall forward. 
Philip instantly felt his level of stress begin to rise. 

This . . . his . . .  body was responding naturally to the touch of a man. He 
felt the sensitive points on his now bare chest begin to harden and swell, just 
as he felt a growing warmth and certain moistness in his panties. 

He was wrong. The clothes weren't the acid test . . . this was. 

Already, he was dangerously close to the edge of a cliff.   Was Maggie Mae 
waiting patiently at the bottom?

"W-what are you doing? Y'all are gonna bring up Maggie Mae." stuttered 
Philip.

"I know," whispered Magnolia, the masculine voice casuing Philip to 
tremble.  He could feel her hot breath on his neck and shoulders. 

"I want her to come. I want to speak to her . . . I want to make love to her."

"Please. No!" pleaded Philip.

"Yes! Listen to me. It'll be all right.  How many people get to talk to, or even 
fewer, make love to the other half of their soul. This is a rare opportunity. 
You can't say no! You just can't! It's my body. I want this. I need this! If 
you just relax, you will want it too." 

Magnolia's borrowed, strong hands slipped around Philip's waist to his 
chest.  She lifted his breasts, from behind, as if to test their weight. A second 
later, she was kneading his boobs tenderly.

Philip felt his level of arousal heighten even further. He definitely felt the 
native urges of his new female body.  However, there was still no sign of 
Maggie Mae. Even as Philip's arousal grew, so did his confidence. 

He relaxed, becoming passive just letting her do as she wanted, enjoying the 
feel of it. It did feel fantastic! He now knew that he, not Maggie Mae, would 
control whether this body had sex ot not.  Magnolia's gambit wasn't 
working.

Philip said gently, with a renewed sense of purpose, "Please stop. I have to 
get dressed."

"First things first," replied Magnolia confidently.  

With that, using her strong arms, she spun him around so that they were face 
to face. She leaned over, planting a deep kiss on Philip's lips.

Just the contact of her lips upon his sent a flood of feminine hormones 
rushing through his system.

His heart rate, blood pressure, etc. went right off of the charts.  He kissed 
back hungrily, opening his lips to allow her tongue entry.

Magnolia broke the kiss to say, "I like your liquid southern voice, my 
beautiful Magnolia.  I want to make love to you."

"I'm not Magnolia!" said Philip sweetly, but indignantly, hands on shapely 
hips.  He was correct.  His persona was no longer in control of the body.

Then he stood up on his tipoes to whisper in Magnolia's ear. "I told you. My 
name is Maggie . . . Maggie Mae."

"You are Magnolia now," answered Magnolia to that part of the woman 
before her that was still Philip.

"Haven't you ever wondered what women felt during sex? Well here's your 
chance! I want to fuck your brains out!" His old voice was husky with 
desire.

With a odd mixed of fright and fascination, Philip, now under the full 
influnce of Maggie Mae, watched his former dick grow larger and harder. He 
fought the desire to touch it. Unfortunately, his new hand did not obey. He 
consciously willed it to stop.

It did not.  That was when Philip realized that he was no longer in control of 
the body.  The valium hadn't worked in the face of direct, prolonged sexual 
contact.

As if to confirm his loss of control, he heard, and felt, the voice he now had 
say, "Philip's no longer in control of ah body, little sister.  He's a watchin', 
just like ah have to when you are in charge."

Magnolia spoke in Philip's voice.  "I can't belive that I'm actually talking to 
the other part of my personality.  This is so wild."

"You ah, lil' sister.  If yoah let me, you can merge with me in a way we 
never could before.  Let's show Philip what it really feels like to be a 
woman."

Philip watched fron the inside as his hand on his former manhood, caressing 
it with long strokes. He felt his free hand  take the fingers of his former hand, 
and place them in his mouth.  He began to suck on them just as he had seen 
her do in the dream.

All of this was without his mental command.  Philip was just a helpless 
observer . . . and experiencer, at this point.

Maggie Mae withdrew the finger long enough to say. "Fuck me, little sister. 
That's what you want. Fuck me hard!" 

Philip felt himself being pushed down onto an examining table.  His newly 
acquired breasts were taut with sexual excitement, and he sensed his shared 
body breathing hard.

Then there was the extraordinary sensation of a pussy growing wetter . . . a 
clitoris expanding.

Magnolia'a large male hands were all over him.  They set him on fire! The 
face that he used to wear, grinned in recognition of the signs. 

Magnolia started to kissing those inviiting lips again and again, moving down 
and slowly kissing the expanse of skin between lips and breast. Finally she . 
. . no he . . .stopped at the bosom, and began sucking the upon the lovely 
breasts. 

The pleasure centers of this new body and brain overwhelmed Philip. He 
wanted, nay needed, the man inside of him. 

Philip felt a beautiful hand, at the direction of Maggie Mae,  reach up to guide 
the hard organ, which had magically appeared from its confinement into an 
eager pussy. 

There was only one problem. A barrier of panties lay between arrow and 
target. 

"Please. I need it. Mama needs it. Help me,"  Philip felt, and heard his mouth 
plead.

Magnolia'a hand appeared, as if out of nowhere to hike up the skirt that 
Philip was wearing.   She then pulled the soaked panties down to the knees. 

The path clear, Maggie Mae guided the manhood into them.  Philip felt 
Maggie Mae scream with pleasure when the man's large dick probed the 
hungry pussy. 

Philip would have screamed in pleasure himself, were he in control of 
Magnolia's real body!

Philip/Maggie Mae rolled those wide hips to allow easy access. The man 
above them grunted with pleasure as he drove deep within. Philip found 
himself screaming in his mind as orgasm after orgasm flooded the brain.

Maggie Mae's external moans of pleasure echoed Philip's internal ones.

"Wow! I am so fuckin strong and powerful!" said a finally spent male, as 
Magnolia rolled over.

Instinctively, Maggie Mae followed suit, and wrapped a smooth, soft leg 
over the man's torso.

She placed a blond head on the man's shoulder to continue the pleasure of 
intimacy. 

By and by, Philp felt the heart within slow, as did the stress, in the 
afterglow.  The full persona of Philip returned into control of the body. 

"I admit that was wonderful, but we need so go to sleep. We need to rehook 
the machine, and get back to our real bodies, dear!"

"Not just yet " was the surprising answer. 

Alarmed, Philip sat up and looked down into his smiling face.

"What do you'all mean, not yet?! " asked an alarmed Philip. "You'all just got 
what you wanted.  It's time to go back."

"I told you. I'll give your body back once you have passed the exams. Not 
before! Look at you.  Nobody would ever believe you're not Magnolia 
Howard . . . not even Daddy!  Now you had really better hurry, or else 
you're going to be late for your date."

Resigned, Philp made the necessary trip to the bathroom.  His former body  
had really been aroused, and deposited a tremdous load of semen into this 
new pussy. 

All I would need is to be to leakling on this date, Philp worried.  It might 
even get back to Magolia's father,  Elizabeth,  and that would mean terrible 
things later on!

After Philip fulfilled the hygienic requirements of the female body, he 
dressed, with a mixture of fascination, disgust, and resignation.  Where was 
Maggie Mae when he really needed her?

Philip pulled on the lacy white panties, garters, and stockings.. He then was 
surprised that he had no problem putting the sexy bra on this time.  The 
experience of dressing in women's clothes in Elizabeth's dream proved to be 
an unexpected teaching tool.  He hadn't thought so at the time.

Those huge tits nestled snuggly into the equally lacy white bra. Philip wanted 
to go bare legged, but Magnolia made him wear the white stockings that went 
with the garter belt..

A bare midriff blouse, and a tight mini skirt, followed. Philip noticed with 
dismay that the hem of the short skirt barely covered the tops of the 
stockings.  He would have a hard time hiding the garter, and the tops of his 
silken thighs when he walked or sat.

It was all too much!

Philip forced tiny, manicured feet, with red painted toe nails, into three inch 
spiked heels. They were very uncomfortable, causing Philip to complain. 

The new Philip just grinned, remarking, "True, but they make your legs look 
sensational!"

That hardly made him feel any better about them. Philip grabbed Magnolia's 
purse, and got out the make-up.  With only a little coaching he found himself 
putting it on expertly.

This frightened Philip a little, making him wonder if Maggie Mae was still 
lurking around somewhere. She wasn't!

Something altogether new was going on. It was something that Philip did not 
yet understand.  Still he was surprised to find himself literally preening in 
front of the mirror, admiring the result. 

I am drop dead gorgeous, he thought with . . . satisfaction? 

He felt a man's hand pat him on the butt. Philip actually had to fight back a 
giggle!

"You look great!" Magnolia remarked.

Philip was now a full fledged member of the female gender. He would have 
to stop thinking of himself as a HE.  For the time being, and to get through 
this things, it was more comfortable to think of himself as a SHE

**********

Philip flushed with pleasure at the compliment. 

He gathered Magnolia's things, and stuffed them into her overnight bag, in 
preparartion to leave.  Philip hesitated as long as possible.  He didn't want to 
take even one step out of the lab within somebody else's body.  He didn't 
want to assume Magnolia's identity or her life.  However, she had left him no 
choice.

"I-I don't know if I can do this.  What if I make a mistake . . . slip up?  Your 
boyfriend will eventually ask me something, or refer to something that I don't 
know.  I don't know how to act as you."

Little did Philip realize that with each passing moment, he was acting more 
and more like Magnolia.  Already, in conversations with Magnolia, in his 
body, he has assumed a passive and submissive demeanor.  It was an 
observation that had not been lost on Magnolia herself.

Nevertheless, she did sympathize with Philip's situation.  After all, she was 
Elizabeth's roommate.  She already knew almost everything there was to 
know about her cousin.  Elizabeth had told her everything she needed to 
know to imitate Philip . . . or at least fool Elizabeth herself.  Philip was 
walking into a complete unknown with Peter.  He was much more exposed 
or vulnerable than she.

He was right.  There was no way that he could pull it off.  At least not 
without a little help.

"I'll tell you what.  While you head back to the sorority, I'll give Elizabeth a 
call.  We'll double date tonight.  That way I can cover any slip ups until you 
get used to being me.  I'll get changed and head over to the sorority to hook 
up with you, Peter, and Elizabeth."

"I don't know," protested Philip, sounding very meek now.  "Let's just 
switch back."

"I told you no!  If you pass my exams, you can have my body back.  Not 
before.   Is that clear young lady?"

The use of the phrase "lady" almost Philip burst into tears.  It was so easy to 
control the emotions in his own body.  In Magnolia's body, there were 
always so close to the surface.  They were so strong that they were almost 
tangible.  If not for the valium, he would be fighting for control of this body 
with Maggie Mae.

"Okay.  Y'all are bein' right mean to lil' ole me, though!"  The rich southern 
accent that he now had still sent shivers up and down his spine.

**********

It wasn't easy walking in those ridiculous 'sitting shoes' to Magnolia's 
sporty little Mercedes convertible.  Her mind told her to walk one way, while 
the body she wore wanted to walk another way altogether.  Every time that 
Philip attempted to walk or move as she did in her real body, she only ended 
uo feeling uncomfortable or unnatural.  Then it hit her like a ton of bricks!  
She had to stop trying to force Magnolia's body to do something that it was 
neither built for, nor used to.

Philip stopped dead in her tracks halfway to Magnolia's car.  Just stop 
thinking about it so much, she told himself mentally.  Just relax, and let the 
body move like it is supposed to.  Philip found that if she just look small 
steps, and walked slowly it was manageable. After a few steps, Philip 
relaxed even more, confident that she could pull this off.  

With the increased amount of relaxation, the body that Philip wore began to 
move with the gentle feminine grace that she had managed before.  Her hips 
began to naturally swivel with each new step, causing her teardrop ass cheeks 
to bob invitingly back and forth.  Her prominent breasts jiggled and swayed 
with each new step.

A few students that were driving by saw Philip and whistled. A combination 
of pride and annoyance fought for prominence in her emotions. She didn't 
know whether to be angry or flattered! 

Getting into Magnolia's car was just another new experience with what 
promised to be a stream of neverending new experiences over the coming 
days.  Even the most mundane things, such as bathing or brushing teeth, 
would be new.  Philip shook her head over the expectation of things to come, 
succeeding in only swirling Magnolia's long honey blonde hair in her face 
and eyes.  She sighed.  Even the slightest movement was a reminder of her 
forced situation.

She looked at the drivers seat of the Mercedes.  The seat looked much to 
close to the steering column for her to fit.  Then she remembered that her old 
body might not fit, but odds were that it was perfectly adjusted for her new 
body. In any case, there was no way that she could climb into a car a she 
used to, feet first. The tight skirt that she wore would see to that.  Carefully, 
she sat like a southern lady in the car.  Philip twisted so that her derierre hit 
the seat first, and then  slid her beautiful legs in after. 

It was difficult driving in spike heels, but she managed as best as she could.  
The hardest thing about driving in Magnolia's body was that it barely could 
see over the dashboard.  Philip just didn't have the vantage point that she 
used to have, driving in a much taller body.  As a result, it made her a little 
tentative and hestitant on the road.  The bottom line was that she was just 
plain terrified to be driving in this body.

Once, on the way back to Magnolia's sorority, a slight miscalculation in 
distance caused another driver to yell a Philip angrily, "HEY!  WATCH 
WHERE YOU'RE GOING LADY!"  

She started to feel emotional about the epithet, and for a second worried that it 
may trigger the Maggie Mae personality.  That fear proved to be unfounded.  
She was nowhere to be found, asleep no doubt, under the influnce of valium.  
Then, another fear gripped Philip.  She had left the lab without taking more 
valium for the coming week.  After the medication in her body wore off, she 
would be on her own.

 Through the panic, Philip had a thought.  He picked up the cell phone laying 
in the passenger seat, and dialed the lab.

"Dr. Kureck here," came Philip's old voice.

She fought down her anger at this usurpation, not only of her identify, but of 
the hard earned doctorate. 

Unfortunately, she had no choice but to play along with her game.  She had 
been warned that any deviation in Magnolia's plan would result in permenant 
exile in her body.  Surely a fate worse than death.

"Philip?  This is Magnolia, Sugah!"  The sickeningly sweet words that came 
out of her mouth made Philip want to gag.

"That's the spirit," praised Magnolia.  "What can I do for you, Sweetheart?"

"Could y'all bring some o' that valium fo me?  Ah don' have enough fo the 
rest o' the week.  Y'all don' want Maggie Mae distractin' lil' ole' me from 
passin' yo tests."

"Certainly not!  Valium is a highly addictive drug.  I can't have you getting 
my body addicted to something can I?  You're a calm rational person... much 
more than I was.  I'm sure if you concentrate, you will be able to handle her 
just fine.  Besides, at least you know what the problem is, and what triggers 
it.  I didn't, so you already have an advantage that I didn't."

"But Ph . . ." Philip started to whine.

"The answer is no, Magnolia.  You'll just have to make do with what you 
have," Magnolia replied patronizingly.

By that time, Philip had pulled up to the sorority house.  It dawned on him 
that the furthest he had ever gotten into the interior of the dwelling was the 
lobby.  House rules or something . . . no guys in the house.  She had no idea 
where Magnolia's room was located.   

Frustrated, she asked, "What's my room, anyway?"
 
A booming, annoying male voice laughed on the other end of the line. "Third 
one on the left, second floor south. Now you be nice to your roommate, 
Elizabeth. She's my girlfriend, you know!"

It pissed her off that Magnolia was having fun with all of this.  However, a 
part of him couldn't really blame her.  For the first time in her life, she was 
free of the shadow of both her father, and of Maggie Mae.  It was only 
natural that she would be a little giddy.

Why does it have to be at my expense, Philip complained mentally.  I've 
never did anything to her to deserve . . . .   She cut off her own words in her 
mind. She instantly recalled how she had used the situation to have sex with 
Magnolia.  He had cheated on Elizabeth.

Philip felt guilty.  A part of her thought that maybe she did deserve this.  
Magnolia certainly didn't deserve what fate had done to her.  She didn't 
deserve to have Philip, someone that she was told to trust, do what he did to 
her.  Philip realized that he owed Magnolia . . . big time, to atone for his faux 
pas.  He wouldn't begrudge her a little fun.

She resolved to make it through the week, figure out someway to solve 
Magnolia'a problem, and set things right.  The bottom line was that he owed 
her.  If this was the penance that infidelity had bought her, then fine.  She'd 
make it through somehow . . . someway.

Without the valium it was going to be extremely hard.  It would take all of her 
concentration. 

Philip turned off the cell phone, and then parked the car in front of the 
sorority.  She eyed the front door to the sorority nervously, then exhaled.

"Well.  Ah guess it's now o' nevah," she said, under her breath, aloud.  That 
damned accent rang in her ears.  Even the most intense concentration couldn't 
get rid of it.

This time, when Philip exited the car, and began to walk up the sidewalk to 
the front door, she didn't think about how to walk.  She just did it, to 
specatcular effect!

She paused just for a moment at the front door, prior to entering.  Philip 
steeled herself against the onslaught.  She knew that once she went through 
that threshhold, she would have to act like Magnolia, body and soul.  Enter 
she did!

Philip felt insecure, as well as being horribly exposed.   She felt like 
everyone would point at her.  All the girls would start laughing at the man 
trapped in this exuberantly female body. 

That feeling soon vanished with the casual way she was greeted by the other 
girls.  Some of the other women looked at her with envy evident in their 
faces. 

One of the girls asked, "Well, Magnolia,  how did it go with that smug egg 
head?"

Philip felt indignant at the insult, but managed to answer with both calmness 
and truth. "Surprising! Ah feel like a whole new woman!"

"Sure look like the old one though.  Really, Magnolia!  You've got to step 
wearing those ridiculous 'come fuck me' shoes everywhere! There's more to 
life than attracting men."

Philip flushed . . . embarrassed.

"Leave her alone," defended Elizabeth bounding down the stairs. "I notice 
you sluttin' it up when your boyfriend a callin' for you."

The other girl turned red with anger. 

All of a sudden, a strange thing happened. The name of the angry girl came 
unbidden to Philip. It was Carol Jones.  It just popped into his head!

How could I possibly know that, wondered Philip?  I've never seen that girl 
before in my life.  It was then that she remembered that a similar instant 
happened in the lab.  She had thought there may be an additional element to 
this switch that had yet to be explored.  At first, it was just a feeling of 
familiarity.  This, however, was a specific memory that Magnolia had.  It 
occured to Philip's scientifically trained mind that perhaps, somehow, he had 
also inherited some of her memories, as well as her body and second 
persona.

"Maybe, on special dates, but I don't do it every Saturday! "

Quite to her surprise, Philip found herself trying to smooth things over. "It's 
not worth pullin' hair over. Come on up to our room, Lizzy honey."

Where the hell had THAT come from?  She had always called Elizabeth by 
her full name, or just Liz.  She had never used Lizzy before, but it just came 
tumbling out.  What's more, Elizabeth didn't think it the bit out of place.

Elizabeth and Carol stared daggers at each other for a moment. It gave Philip 
a moment to look at her surroundings.  Although she had never seen this part 
of the house before, there was an odd familarity about it.  It was a deja vu 
type of feeling.  Something else was definitetly going on.

That same sense of familarity persisted all of the way to Elizabeth and 
Magnolia's room.   It prompted Philip's scientifically trained mind to analyze 
the problem. 

Philip remembered from neurobiology that part of memory was holographic.   
In other words, it was encoded into the individual neurons.  Once that neuron 
was activated, the memory triggered, and it was all biological and chemical.  
He was now living proof of that theory.  Certainly, he retained all of the 
knowledge and memories of who he is . . . or was.  However, triggered by 
certain specific stimuli, the holographic memories of Magonolis were leaking 
through!

One thing was definitely certain. The reflexes, reactions, and speech centers 
of a person were hard wired.  The stayed with the body even if it was 
technically animated by another person. She made a mental note to write this 
down for her dream machine.

Once in their very feminine room, Philip scanned around. Again, it was both 
familiar and new.  Somehow, in a way she could now explain, she knew that 
the bed with the teddy bears upon it was hers.

Images were triggering specific memories.

Elizabeth plopped down on her bed in a most unladylike manner. "Well 
Magnolia?"

"Well what, Lizzy?" Philip knew that she would die of embarrassment if 
Elizabeth find out who was really in this female body.

"Do you think Philip's little toy helped you any?"

"Ah wouldn't call it a lil' ole' toy!"  It was obvious to Philip that her southern 
accent was ever thicker than Elizabeth's

She laughed. "He snowed you, little cousin! All men's inventions are toys.  
They use it to compensate from not being able to do the real creatin' Y'know 
. . .  in others words, havin' children. Anyway, I'm just funnin' ya.  I 
wouldn't have sent you there if I didn't think Philip could help you. Do you 
feel any smarter now, any more confident now?"

Philip hid a smile. "Yes, Lizzy."

"Good! You know we're double dating, tonight?"

Philip nodded her beautiful head, knowing that Magnolia must have already 
called Elizabeth. The idea still scared the pants off her. She had never even 
met this Peter Longstreet. What was he like, she wondered?

Elizabeth asked, out of nowhere, "What's he like?"

Shit!  What am I going to say, Philip's mind raced.  I can't very well say, 
"I've never met him.  I'm only temporarily  (I hope) in this body.  I'm not 
your cousin, but your boyfriend."

As if in answer to Philip's unspoken question,  a dream like vision appeared.  
Though a glass darkly, she saw a tall, dark man of about twenty-seven.  

Philip relayed the image to Elizabeth, adding  "He helps Daddy with politics." 

That confirmed it.  Philip had some of Magnolia's memories.

She looked at Elizabeth again, inspecting her curiously.  Philip didn't have 
any tinge of sexual desire for her now.  The mind tried to will a response, 
any response, from her body.  There just wasn't any.  It is just as well, 
rationlized Philip.  At this point I can't be distracted, or even lose control, 
with Elizabeth so close.  There was no doubt, as her roommate, that he 
would be constanly seeing her in a state of undress.

She couldn't help thinking of the coming week.  Philip knew that, as sure as 
the sun would rise in the morning, Magnolia was going to fuck Elizabeth in 
her new body.  If his new body felt no sexual desire for Ellizabeth now, 
surely the Philip body would be brimming with passion for her.  The 
Magnolia persona would be too weak to withstand the compulsions of 
Philip's real body.

It made Philp furious, but what could she do?  With Magnolia holding the 
threat of permenent exile from her strong masculine body, she was stuck, as 
a helpless the Southern Belle she appeared to be.  Making things right by 
passing Magnolia's tests were one thing.  Allowing her to sleep with 
Elizabeth was quite another.  To the extent that she was possible, Philip 
would have to keep her fiancee away from her real body!

"Well, why don't I help you review that ass hole Nissan's course tomorrow, 
then you can buy me lunch.," suggested Elizabeth out of genuine concern for 
her cousin.

This was perfect.  God help her, but Philip found herself giggling!

"Maybe we can spend the whole day togetha'.  We can go shoppin' or 
sometin' Lizzy, like we used ta."

There was another snippet of Magnolia's memory.

"My boyfriend's machine must have helped you" Lizzy noted.  "You're 
doing better.  I see a distinct improvement.  You seem to be a lot calmer . . . 
even confident."

"Thank you. By the way what do y'all really think of Philip?" Philip couldn't 
resist asking. What an opportunity!

Elizabeth looked at her sharply. "Hands off!  He's mine   I thought I made 
that clear to you, before you went over!"

Suddenly, Elizabeth words triggered a visual image of the memory within 
Philip's mind's eye.  It was like a videotape being replayed, and gave him 
complete knowledge of the referenced event.  The ramifications of this latest 
manifestaion of the switch made Philip bristle.

Not only images could trigger memories, but verbal references to things.  If  
he was in a constant environment of Magnolia's images and verbal clues . . . 
would he become her?

"Of course, Cousin. Ah  was jus' wonderin' what y'all thought of your 
beau? After all he is a Yankee." 

Now where did that come from?

"Being from Missouri doesn't make him a Yankee, cousin!  I get enough of 
that shit from my folks. Don't you start, too. He's mine . . .  that's all there 
is to it. I love him.  He's strong, healthy and intelligent, and our children will 
be exceptional. Also, he's good in the sack!"

It took all of Philip's concentration to supress a blush at the compliment. He 
felt his heart swell with love for this woman, but still there was no passion.  
It was almost like a . . . sisterly kind of love?

"How many men have you slept with?"  she asked Elizabeth, dreading to 
know.

"No way am I spilling my guts to you, Magnolia. You would tell your 
daddy.  Then your daddy would tell my folks. My mother and I would have 
no end of interestin' discussions, I can tell you! " She laughed musically.

Philip was about to ask another penetrating question, to take full advantage of 
this strange situation, when Elizabeth glanced at her watch.

She interrupted Philip's thought processes.  "Damn! Look at the time.  I've 
got to get ready for our double date.  The guys will be here in no time.  
You're already dressed Magnolia.  Would you mind helping me get ready?"

Elizabeth asked with the most adorble look on her face.  Before tonight, that 
same look would inflame Philip's hormones.  This night it did nothing, save 
trigger an odd feeling of companionship . . . camraderie.  It was something 
that Philip had never experienced as a man.

"Sure, ah will cousin.  Let's get ready for them poor boys."

The laughed together like they had been doing these things all of their lives.

**********

Despite her precarious situation, Philip could not resist checking her  
appearence for a bout the fiftieth time. It wasn't everyday that a man is 
suddenly thrust inside the body of a drop dead gorgeous woman.  There  was 
a certain curiousity that even she, with her scientific training, could not 
surpress.  What she couldn't understand was her incessent compulsion to 
nervously preen

 Finally Lizzy had enough. "God damn it anyway! Magnolia, you've got to 
get over being so insure about  boys! Let them be the ones to sweat out 
winning our favors! When you're as good lookin' as the two of us . . . well 
to be vulgar, we have men by the balls!"

 Philip froze.  She had adopted still another trait of her host.  This was really 
starting to worry her now, and that anxiety translated in a rise in bodily 
stress.

 Philip knew that the valium would be wearing off soon.  She couldn't afford 
to lose control and allow the Maggie Mae persona to gain acension. She had 
already been compelled by Magnolia to have sex with her former body 
tonight.  She didn't want to have to repeat the performance with a strange 
man!

However, the valium was wearing off.  The barest hint of Maggie Mae's 
persona slipped through causing Philip to giggle in a most feminine manner.

She turned back to the mirror with a smile instead of a worried frown, 
thinking, Lizzy is right.

She was! Philip certainly did look every part the heavenly creature. The red 
mini hugged every  mouth watering curve, and hair was just perfect. Even 
her make up was just right. 

Philip had to utilize all of her willpower to shake off the whisper of Maggie 
Mae's influnce. Maggie Mae was quite literally the devil, whispering into the 
ear of Philip's soul, and was starting to make her like how she looked and 
felt.  She didn't want to get too at home here.

She scolded herself mentally, remember who you really are!

The brief instant of comfort with herself faded, and the butterflies flew back 
into Philip's stomach.   It was going to be very strange double dating with 
her old body.

Philip just prayed that  Magnolia in the male didn't make me look swishy or 
effeminate!

Crossing her lovely, manicured fingers, she waited with Elizabeth, in the 
foyer of the sorority house for the men to come a callling!

The oppresive silence was interrupted by a rap upon the door.  It caused 
Philip's little  heart to beat faster.  It was all she could do to maintain her 
precious control when she saw her former body walk in, go over to 
Elizabeth, and sweep her into his arms.

They hugged and kissed passionately. It so damn hard for Philip to see 
herself kissing her girlfriend from the perspective of a third person . . . the 
beautiful body of her cousin.   For a second, Philip thought that she was 
going to cry.

Then, suddenly, Magnolia's boyfriend followed the newly male Magnolia 
into the foyer.  He was tall dark and handsome with an ominous air of danger 
about him. Even though Philip had never met this person, there was 
something vaguely familiar about him.  It was the same odd sensation when 
you meet somebody that you know, but can't remember the name!

There was something more . . . much more.  Even though Philip didn't 
recognize the man, Magnolia's body did.  Philip felt a now familiar warm 
moistness begin too grow in her panties, and a certain tingling in the tips of 
her breasts. She couldn't  help herself.   Her body's reaction to the stranger 
caused Philip to find him exciting and quite attractive.

With rather a possessive air, he held Philip very tightly, kissing her on lush, 
waiting, even eager lips!

Philip found herself getting excited. Her heartbeat raced out of control, her 
blood pressure elevated, and her stress level went right off the chart.
 
Instinctively, Philip glanced over at Magnolia, in her real body, and 
Elizabeth.  Elizabeth was smiling proudly at the girl she thought to be her 
cousin.  Maganolia's male face was adorned with a perverse, amused grin.

For a second, Phillip lost control of the second persona within.  Maggie Mae 
rushed to the surface, assuming control of the body.  Phillip watched in 
helpless horror from within as she turned back to the other guy.

"Is that the best y'all can kiss me, Petuh," she said in a thick, but sweet 
southern accent.

 Phillip could feel her hands rise without her mental command to his head, 
caress Peter's cheek, and pull him down to her parted lips.  She tried as hard 
as she could to stop it.  It was no use, as the Maggie Mae persona had cut off 
her motor control of the body.  It didn't cut off any of the incredible 
senastions.  She could feel her body, at the command of Maggie Mae part 
those lips even farther so that their shared tongue could meet Peter's.
 
Meanwhile, Phillip felt one of her hands involuntarily travel, unseen by the 
other two, to Peter's crotch and begin to rub the bulge vigorously.

"Break it up you two.  There's time for that later," Elizabeth uttered from 
across the room.  "We're gonna be late for our reservations."

From within, Phillip sensed a disruption in the surface control of Maggie 
Mae.  Her concentration had been broken for the barest of instants. 
Nevertheless, it was enough for Phillip to push his own persona to the 
surface.  He could actually feel Maggie Mae retreat to the back of his adopted 
mind . . . waiting.  She was waiting for an opportunity to come back.

Thank you, Philip directed at Elizabeth, in his mind.  He could always count 
on her, and her timely intervention had allowed her to take back control.  
However, Philip couldn't help but worry whether the damage hadn't already 
been done!

There was no doubt that his date for the night, Peter, would expect more. The 
problem was that Philip, in his present state, probably wouldn't have to be 
pushed very far to give it.  Maggie Mae had left this body very, very horny!

Even now, despite his willpower, Philip found herself glancing at Peter's 
genital bulge.  She flushed.

Magnolia couldn't help but comment from Philip's body, "That must have 
been some kiss, Pete.  I think you are going to be one lucky guy later."

Peter patted Philip on her shapely rump. "You look beautiful!"

Philip wanted to be angry with Magnolia for his comment, as well as the 
entire intolerable situation.  She knew that she couldn't allow herself that 
luxury, for that was exactly the type of opening that Maggie Mae was waiting 
for. 

Perhaps  Magnolia wanted it to happen,  and that was a scary thought.

There was no telling what trouble Maggie Mae could get them into.  From 
what she already knew . . . it was considerable.  Therefore, all Philip could 
do was just smile calmly, and bear the suggestive quip.

Unfortunately, she found, to her eternal annoyance, that she was blushing. It 
was almost as if she were . . . very pleased?

The girls' beaus were perfect gentlemen,  holding the car doors open for 
them.  Against Philip's better judgement, they were going in separate cars.  
She had been praying for the relative safety of one vehicle.  It was not to be.

The butterflies in Philip's stomach fluttered again.  All of the events were 
conspiring toward only one possible conclusion.  Philip found herself 
glancing at Peter's crotch yet one more time.

Her companion noticed.  "Magnolia, you are really hot tonight.  I'd let you 
give me a blow job while I'm driving, but I'm afraid we'd ruin that pretty 
dress of yours.  Just hold that thought for later, okay?"

He leaned over from his seat to kiss her on the lips.  Philip did not withdraw. 
Instead, he just concentrated on maintaining control . . . no matter how 
glorious this damned body felt!  Peter caressed Philip's large breasts through 
the material of the revealing top.

Magnolia, driving Philip's car screech to a halt along side the Peter's Jaguar.  
He honked the horn.

"C'mon you two.  We're late."

Peter let a breathless Philip go, and they roared away.  He left Magnolia and 
Elizabeth well behind.

Peter drove way too fast.  Philip could feel her stress level rising dratically 
from the fear, and tried to get him to slow down.  He just laughed at her.   
That only made things worse!

This was a real emergancy because Philip could feel Maggie Mae trying to 
rise to the surface.  Even now, her hand unconsciously drifted over to Peter's 
crotch to begin stroking his manhood once again.  That in turn only made 
Peter drive faster.

Oh no, Philip worried.  I have to think of something else, something 
scientific, before I unzip his fly and go down on him.  The very idea of 
giving oral sex to this man was repulsive, but at the rate she was going, it 
was only a matter of time.  Even as she felt her small, delicate hand continue 
the hand job, Philip turned her poor mind to the technical aspects of his 
current problem.

It has to do with the level of excitement, of that I'm sure.  Everytime that I get 
overly excited, Maggie Mae gains control.  However, when she is in control, 
she needs a constant state of excitement or arousal to stay that way.  That 
explains much, her promicuity, her recklessness . . . everything. When I 
think about it, that's when I was able to break her control!  Lizzy was able to 
distract her just enough for her passions to cool.  In the afterglow of sex with 
my old body, I took back control.

One major problem loomed.  At the end of the night, Peter would be 
expecting sex.  The easy way out would be for Philip to voluntarily let 
Maggie Mae take control, and let her do what she does best.  Philip was 
certain that sleep alone, afterward, would be enough of a calming influence to 
let her regain control.  The only other option was to make love to him herself, 
whilst serenely analysing the experience from a scientific perspective.  

That type of distraction was enough to choke Maggie Mae down this time.

Indeed, Maggie Mae's influence was nowhere to be found, yet Philip 
voluntarily had continued the inpromptu hand job on Peter.  She found that 
she could marvel how big and hard that his manhood felt in her small hand 
without getting overly excited about it. Philip felt an arousal, to be sure, but it 
was a controlled arousal.
 
It wasn't unlike thinking of sports scores, etc. when he was a man to prevent 
himself from cumming too soon.

It was enough to restore a semblance of confidence to Philip.  Perhaps she 
could handle this after all, although the downside was that she would have to 
voluntarily have to engage in sex . . . or more!

Philip's mind wondered back to past sexual encounters as a man.  She smiled 
when she thought, maybe if I just lay there like a cold fish he'll lose interest.  
She could only hope.  Either way, it was a dangerous game to play.

One thing was very certain.  She couldn't allow Maggie Mae to gain  
ascendence . . . at any cost.  Although Philip's theories were sound, and 
based in solid fact, they were, after all, just theories.  The bottom line was 
that Maggie Mae knew this body much better than she.  Philip was still a 
stranger to this body.  If Maggie Mae was able to gain control for a long 
enough period of time it could also theoretically become permenant.

That was too terrible a fate for Philip to even contemplate.  He would be a 
helpless soul rider to a shameless bimbo!

**********

They all arrived at Peter's country club. It was exclusive, but the food was 
boring. Philip was willing to wager that Magnolia could cook better on any 
day of the week.  

That suspicion was confirmed when  Peter smiled, patted her lovely hand, 
and remarked, "I certainly am looking forward to those home cooked meals 
from you after we are married."

Philip made herself smile, while glancing at a grinning 'Philip'.  He, 
Magnolia, in Philip's real body was certainly enjoying himself at her 
expense.

She also noticed, to her dismay, that Elizabeth and Magnolia were playing 
footsy under the table.

Just keep in control, Philip reminded herself mentally.  Don't react!  It was an 
important not to overreact, as Philip could sense that the valium had entirely 
worn off.  Even the littlest things were now threatening her control, and she 
was completely on her own now.

Neither Peter, nor Magnolia in Philip's body were making it easy on her. 
Magnolia alternated between suggestive or downright sexist remarks, and 
smug knowing looks.  He kept titillating Elizabeth at times when he knew 
Philip was watching.  It occurred to Philip that Magnolia was not just playing 
around, but was doing it intentionally for some reason.

The foursome danced a few dances. It was hard for Philip to dance 
backwards in heels,  but she managed it. The thing that was unnerving was 
how Peter danced so close to her.  He kept on insiting that their bodies press 
together so that his bulging manhood pressed in to her, while her big breasts 
pushed into him.  The constant pressure was slowly but steadily turning her 
feminine body on.  

By the time that they halted to return to the table, Philip's nipples were 
standing a attention, and her panties were a sopping mess.

The only thing that had saved her from a reappearence of Maggie Mae was a 
mental recitation of the Periodic Table of Elements.  Even then, it was a close 
call.  It was enough to convince him that his strategy wasn't going to work.  
Once Peter had this body undressed for directed contact, there would be no 
bottling  Maggie Mae up.

She had to find another solution . . . and quickly!

It wasn't until the foursome were back at the table, when Philip figured out 
what Magnolia was doing. They were sitting around the small, round table in 
the traditional boy-girl-boy-girl pattern. Peter was seated closely to Philip's 
left, while Magnolia was to her right.  Suddenly, she felt Peter's hand on her 
thigh.

While everybody engaged in idle conversation, Peter inched his way up 
Philip's leg to the junction between his legs.  Philip didn't know what to do.  
He couldn't let on what was happening to Elizabeth, and most of all 
Magnolia.  Therefore, she fell silent, and visualized the Periodic Table again.  

Philip fell in to a mantal mantra of the atomic weight of each element.

It wasn't doing much good!  Now Peter was gently fondling Philip's new 
sex through the thin material of her panties.  His hand had inevitably found 
its way under the short, tight skirt.  Philip could feel his resolve slowly 
dissolving, even as his vulva swelled.  Maggie Mae was only seconds away.

Then Philip felt the presence of another hand on her other thigh.  It was 
Magnolia . . . she knew what was going on!  Then it dawned on Philip that 
Magnolia was trying to push her over the edge.  He wanted Maggie Mae to 
take control permanantly so that he could keep the Philip body. It was all 
somehow crystal clear, she realized with a flash of intuition!

Oh my God, came the panicked thought in  Philip's confused mind.  Her 
dainty hand picked up a heretofore unused glass of wine, in order to distract 
her arrousal, even for a second.  

She stared at it.  There was something about alcohol and its effect on the 
human mind . . . if she could only think of it.

Philip chugged the entire glass of wine in one gulp.  That scene was enough 
to prompt both Peter and Magnolia to temporarily withdraw their hands.

"Magnolia!" the three others gasped at the same time.

"Ah need ta go tuh the ladies room," cried Philip, as she arose, and dashed 
off to safety.  That was just the escape hatch that she was looking for.

In the bathroom, Philip gazed at the reflection of Magnolia staring back at 
her.  Magnolia, now she, was so damned sexy.  She could hardly blame 
Peter for what he had done.  Hell, hadn't she fantasized about doing that to 
Magnolia when she had her real body?  

Magnolia was another matter . . . that was premeditated.  His actions, seen in 
the context of this latest development, now made sense.

"She's not going to win," Philip said aloud, still in that honey of a southern 
accent. His very voice betrayed his bold statement.

"Ah'm still smarter than her.  At least ah think ah am," Philip declared.  
"Think girl!  What is it about alcohol?"

It came to her.  Alcohol had the unique properties of slowing the bodies 
vitals, thus relieving stress and tension, while at the same time relaxing one's 
inhibitions. That gave Philip a dangerous idea . . . a merger between his 
persona and Maggie Mae's.  Alcohol was just the medium that would relax 
his inhibitions to allow Maggie Mae's knowledge and instincts to come to the 
fore, yet being calm enough to control it with Philips own persona.

It was worth a shot . . . nothing else was working.  Eventually she would 
have to  figure out a way to merge Magnolia and Maggie Mae once they were 
both back in the same body.  Wasn't that the ultimate solution anyway?  She 
might as well put it to the test right now!

In the back of Philip's mind, she knew, if successful, it would make a 
normally functioning woman out of Magnolia and Maggie Mae.  That meant, 
ineveitably, for awhile, it would make a normally functioning woman out of 
herself.  She would be a real woman, with all of a real woman' wants, 
desires, and needs.

He wondered how THAT would effect her psyche in the long run.  
Afterward, would she even want to go back to being Philip? But even that 
risk was better than being submerged by Maggie Mae!

Philip nodded grimly to herself in the mirror, braced herself, and then exited 
the ladies room.  She returned to the table where she ordered the first, in a 
long line of glasses of wine.  It  suprised everybody . . . apparently the real 
Magnolia wasn't much of a drinker! 

Philip smiled lazily. The wine sure made her feel good!

Philip only required but a few glasses of wine to reach a warm fuzzy feeling.  
The low alcohol tolerance of Magnolia's body made sure of that, and Philip 
had a pleasant buzz, just this side of intoxication going.  It wasn't enough so 
that she would be totally out of control, like a drunk, but to allow for the 
controlled lowering of inhibitions.

Still, it was kind of hard to concentrate.  Philip was having a hard time 
following the conversation a the table between Elizabeth, Peter, and Magnolia 
as Philip.  The wine definitely made her laugh more, and she found herself 
giggling at every little thing.

It was positive evidence that Maggie Mae was bubbling to the surface. There 
were other bits of circumstantial evidence such as a much thicker southern 
accent, exaggerated feminine mannerisms, and the seductive ways that she 
kept positioning her body.

The main thing was that it was under her control . . . not Maggie Mae's.

Philip took another swallow of wine for courage.  A test was called for, and 
she just prayed that her persona could survive it!

She intentionally reached over, underneath the table, toward Peter.  Philip 
could see that his hands were under the table on his lap.  Fine, tapered 
fingers, with elegantly manicured nails, now sought out one of those hands.

Philip indeed located one of Peter's hands, although her shortened arms had 
to reach far to make contact.  That would be something that would be plainly 
obvious to the others at the table.  Even as she placed her small hand on top 
of Peter's, she instinctively sought out Magnolia's eyes.

It was no less disconcerting to see her real body in a slightly intoxicated 
frame of mind.  Nevertheless, her heart didn't skip a beat, even at Magnolia's 
pleased expression of what Philip was doing.  It was an expression of . . . 
victory.

Philip curved her fingers around Peter's hand, so that the tips were on the 
inside of his palm.  He squeezed her hand to let her know that he was there . 
. . with her . . . even though he was talking to Elizabeth.

Philip took a deep breath, and lifted Peter's hand off of his lap.  She 
consciously, and intently drew it back to her own.  He didn't resist!  She 
open his palm, placing the fingers on the bare tender flesh on the inside of her 
thighs above the gartered stockings.

This is it, she thought, taking still another deep breath.

Peter's finger tips instinctively started to lightly stroke her soft inner thigh. 
The reaction to the sensitive stimuli was instantaneous. Philip could feel her 
vulva start to swell.  A moist, wet heat started to build nearby.

Philip smiled at the sensation.  It wasn't only the sensation, but the 
knowledge that she consciously initiated it, and was enjoying it, without the 
intervention of Maggie Mae.  It was working!  She decided to take it a bit 
farther.

It wasn't just a test anymore because her body, no she, wanted more. She 
nudged Peter's hand up a few more inches, so that his fingertips were 
squarely resting on the lacy front panel of her panties.

Peter obliged, quickly finding the location of Philip's clitoris.  The second 
that he touched it, a jolt of electrified sheer pleasure shot up and down her 
spine.  She felt like moaning, but swallowed it.  Instead, Philip just closed 
her eyes to enjoy even the joyous feel of it.  It was glorious indeed, and at her 
complete control.  It appeared as if her, and Maggie Mae's battling personas 
had reached a happy medium.

Philip felt the excitement continue to steadily grow, and there was no loss of 
control.  She was able to immerse herself in the sensorium without fear of 
ceding any control to the other.  Philip gently tilted her hips upward to meet 
Philip's probing fingers.

Peter looked away from Elizabeth, and knowingly at Philip.

He pointedly asked, "Will you be ready to go soon, Baby."

There was an understandable element of expectation and desire in his voice, 
which even the distracted Philip could detect.

Philip spoke right up.  "Soon, Sugah!  Ah'm not quite ready tuh move right 
yet."

That at least was the truth.  However, he couldn't help but see the undeniably 
look of disappointment in the man's eyes.

Therefore, Philip replaced her dainty hand into Peter's lap.  Instead of finding 
his other hand, it search for something longer and thinner, yet harder.  It 
wasn't very difficult to find, as it was enlarged to its full glory. Peter was as 
aroused as she.

Philip began to slowly massage the man's erection with slow deliberate 
strokes.  This time, she didn't have to think about the periodic tables, sports 
scores, or anything.  She was free to enjoy all of the thrills of what she was 
doing.

The thing was she was sincerely enjoying it . . . and not just from a clinical 
point of view.  Indeed, just as she had concluded, Philip was experiencing 
the wants, desires, and sex drive of a normal woman.

She wasn't Philip anymore.  She was Magnolia.

Elizabeth looked at the two others, who had strangely grew quite silent. To 
all appearances, Magnolia and Peter, two engaged lovers, were looking 
intently into each others eyes.  Their hands and arms indicated that something 
else was going on.

She looked at the person whom she thought to be her own intended.  He 
wore a bemused smirk upon his face.

Elizabeth whispered into the real Magnolia's ear, so as to not distract the 
lovers, "What the hell are you smiling at, Mistuh."

Magnolia, realizing that she had been caught, whispered back, "I was just 
wondering what it would be like if you were paying that much attention to 
me!"

Elizabeth moved her mouth just enough to his the man on the cheek.

"If yoah get me outta heah, yoah nevuh know!"

Magnolia as Philip's ploy worked.  She was satisfied that Maggie Mae was in 
full and complete control of her real body.  Now she was going to experience 
sexual fulfillment with her very own cousin.

Philip's dream machine was the best thing that had ever happened to her. 
Magnolia never felt so free in her entire life.  If she was lucky . . . she 
wouldn't have to think of herself as Magnolia anymore!

Elizabeth and the new Philip excused themselves.

The new Magnolia idly thought, they must be goin' back to Philip's place . . 
.  I mean my place! She realized that, in her concentration to prevent Maggie 
Mae from surfacing, she had failed in her secondary objective. She failed to 
keep Elizabeth and Philip . . . er . . . Magnolia apart.

It was getting so confusing anymore, and at this point hard for her to care. 
The new Magnolia was lost inside the unique, erotic things she was 
experiencing.  She didn't want this to stop . . . for anything.

What was more, she didn't want to deprive Lizzy of the same thing.  It just 
wasn't fair.

Even the thought the she was now thinking of her former girlfriend as Lizzy 
wasn't enough to pull the new Magnolia away from Peter.

"Ah'll see y'all for lunch tomorrow . . . right Lizzy?" she said breathlessly.

"Right, cousin."

As they were leaving, the real Magnolia couldn't help but remarking, "Have 
fun, little sister!"

She did think Maggie Mae was in charge.

The new Magnolia didn't even care about that!  Even though they were 
headed out to craw eagerly into bed with each other, she was riveted to her 
chair . . . and the hungry fingers of Peter.

Nervously, she looked up at a smiling Peter.  He was expecting to fuck her, 
and she  knew it. Intellectually she knew that  if she wanted her real body 
back, she would have to do.  Emotionally, she WANTED to do it. Every cell 
of her adopted body was on fire for this man.

In that respect mind and body were one.  Her real persona of Philip was so 
intertwined with that of Maggie Mae, it was difficult to tell where one began, 
and the other ended.

Peter was finally able to separate himself from the aroused girl.  He helped 
Magnolia out of the club, and  into the waiting car.  Peter tipped the parking 
valet, then stomped his foot down on the gas pedal.  They sped of into the 
inky blackness of night.

Once they were on the dark of the back roads, hurtling toward what Magnolia 
figured was his place.  True enough, he reached down and started to 
unbuckle his belt.

Magnolia giggled, as she thought that he was trying to release the pressure 
that she had built up in his pants.  She knew that SHE would . . . if she were 
still a guy.

True to form, in a matter of seconds, Peter had his belt, zipper, and 
undershorts undone.  His engorged penis was fully exposed, standing at 
attention, saluting its feminine torturer.  Actually . . . it was demanding 
attention.

Peter reached over, taking one of Magnolia's tiny hands, and placed it on the 
enlarged manhood.

Magnolia was amazed how good that I felt in her hand.  It was so warm and 
hard and suddenly so very, very beautiful! She never noticed how beautiful a 
penis was when it was attached to her own body. She wondered why?

Magnolia did a brief mental inspection.  There was still no sign of the persona 
of Maggie Mae . . . at least no overt part.  Maggie Mae was infused in h