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 her 
being now, complementing it.

She wanted to play with the hot penis in her hand.  Magnolia willed her hand 
to start to move up and down on the shaft, just as countless women did to her 
when she was Philip.  She knew how glorious it felt to her then, and was 
positive how it felt to Peter now!

The very sight of Peter's cock moving up and down in the grip of her hand, 
and the feel of it, brought images of passionate sex with the man. More vivid 
memories from the real Magnolia.

These memories were not so bad.  They were images, thoughts and feeling of 
endless nights of soul shattering sex.  Magnolia's skin rippled in goose flesh, 
as she experienced, second hand, those nights.  Now there was only this 
night.

She would know all of those things first hand.  Magnolia was looking 
forward to it, making her hand move up and down faster on his genitalia.

"Easy, Baby.  Easy," whispered Peter.

Magnolia blushed, "Ah'm sorry, Sugah.  Ah'm just so . . . hot!"

That was gospel.

"You can use your mouth, Magnolia.  I would love to feel those soft lips of 
yours on my cock."

Magnolia was stunned.  This man wanted her to give him head.  He wanted a 
blow job in a moving car.  The very thought of the oral sex, and the sight of 
his dick, triggered visual memories in her mind's eye.

She relived, albeit vicariously, blow jobs which Magnolia, or more accurately 
Maggie Mae, had given to Peter.  She tasted through memory the flavor of  
warm, musky flesh in her mouth.  She smelled that same musk with her 
nose.  She could actually feel the hardness sliding on top of her tongue . . . 
between her soft lips.  Finally . . . the warm saltiness that this body found 
delicious.

Magnolia's body, if it was possible, was even more on fire.  They thought of 
the oral sex, of being on the feminine side of a blow job, made her nipples so 
hard that they ached!  Her vulva was so wet and warm that she was starting 
to grind and squirm in her seat.

Heaven help her . . . she wanted to.  She wanted to know, first hand what it 
felt like to pleasure a man like that.  More than anything she wanted to feel 
what her borrowed memories told her she would taste and feel. Magnolia felt 
so volcanic inside.

So . . . she leaned over, so that her lips were right next to the flesh of the 
engorged member.  The sensitive skin of her lips could feel the heat coming 
from it.  Magnolia reached out with her tongue, licking her way from scrotum 
to head.

It was just as the stolen memories promised that it would be, but it wasn't 
enough.  Magnolia lowered her lips onto the head of that cock, taking it into 
her mouth.  Slowly, but with steadily building rhythm, she bobbed up and 
down on that beautiful, wonderful member.

Peter's car sped up, but it was Magnolia's desire that raced.  The danger of 
performing this act in the hurtling vehicle was but a further aphrodisiac.

**********

The peril of the act inspired Peter also.

The Jaguar screeched to a sudden violent stop, as it slid to rest into a parking 
spot.  Peter sent a spray of gravel and other detritus into the unlit night.

Magnolia slowly sat upright, resuming her spot on the passenger side of the 
car.  A wide smile adorned her lovely bee stung lips.  However, it was the 
salty, slightly piquant taste that lingered on her taste buds.

Her toes curled within the high heels at the recent memory of the jet of his 
seed hitting the back of her throat.

Why don't women like to do this for their men, Magnolia wondered?  Do 
they know of the pleasure they deny themselves?  She doubted they did. 
Nevertheless, she was glorious witness to the wonders of oral sex with a 
man.

She wanted to get out of these confining clothes as quickly as possible. 
Magnolia wanted to feel the greater weight of Peter's body crawling all over 
hers.  She wanted to be a tangle of lips, legs, arms, and hands.

Peter glanced over at the woman that he thought to be his fiancee. An 
expression of serenity, of momentary, elusive satisfaction adorned his 
chiseled face.  Magnolia thought the countenance beautiful in the scattered 
moonlight streaming through the car window.

Was this what it meant to be woman?  To bask in the magnificent adoration of 
a man?

As if answering her thoughts, Peter whispered softly, "You are so fucking 
beautiful!"

Until now, Magnolia would have considered such a comment to her womanly 
imprisonment an affront.  Now, after what she had just done, and for what 
she was about to do, she found it a compliment.  Her heaving breast filled 
with feminine pride.

This time, she leaned forward to kiss him!

Magnolia was careful to keep her lips sealed, although every part of her 
wanted his tongue to caress hers.  She knew from her own masculine 
experience that the taste of his own sperm would not be appreciated. Why did 
her own masculine experience suddenly seem a million miles away?

Quite by surprise, Peter reached up to the back of Magnolia's head to grab a 
handful of her dense, silky hair.  He pulled on it forcefully, tilting her face 
upward, and baring her graceful neck.  Magnolia felt his lips drop the a 
tender spot on her neck.

She thought that she was going to have an orgasm right there and then. The 
forceful, strong actions of her partner triggered still another of Maggie Mae's 
stored memories.  Peter liked to ride this body roughshod . . . and it liked it!

"Petuh . . . ." she began to say.  She was interrupted as a breathy, "Ohhhhh . 
. . ." escaped from her own sweet lips.

The man nipped at her throat like a wild animal.

If she didn't have him soon, she would just die.

". . . . take me to yoah room . . . Tiguh!" she urged.

**********

In but the blink of an eye, Magnolia was knew somehow in his bedroom. As 
with everything else, it felt familiar and new, all at the same time.

Peter pulled her hair back again with his strong grip.  The savagery of it sent 
a shiver up and down her shapely spine, even as the pinprick points of pain 
erupted all along her scalp.  He crushed her lips yet one more time with his 
own.

Peter's tongue plead with her lips to part.  Magnolia obliged him . . . eagerly.  
They two would be lovers kissed, open mouthed, despite her oral activity 
mere minutes before.  She was a simmering stew of pleasure, pain, and 
admiration for this man.

She wondered how much more of this intensity could she take before Maggie 
Mae took over?  No wonder that part of Magnolia loved this man, for it kept 
Maggie Mae ever so close to the surface.

"Champagne?" whispered Magnolia softly, breaking the kiss.

"What?" replied Peter, equally soft.

"Let's have champagne," she requested.  How did she know Peter would 
even have champagne?

Peter tried to suggest that she'd already had enough to drink.  He reminded 
her that it was much more than he'd ever seen her drink before. She imagined 
that was true . . . there never was a night like this.

Still, all Magnolia had to do was massage his enlarging cock through his 
trousers, and tell him that tonight was a special night.  She knew instinctively 
that was all that his male ego needed to hear.

The new complete woman was so rapt with the things that she was feeling 
and experiencing, she didn't once stop to realize how easily that she had 
twisted him around her little finger.   Maggie Mae's feminine wiles and 
charms had meshed perfectly with Philip's innate knowledge of a man's inner 
workings.

The merger would, no doubt, have more practical applications in the near 
future!

As Peter dashed of to fetch the sparkling alcohol, he bade her to hurry and get  
undressed.  He was really horny,  hardly gentlemanly.  Yet she found herself 
torn between fear, desire, and excitement.

Peter had almost completely exited the room, when Magnolia asked him 
sweetly,  "Please unzip mah dress, Honey."

He tore it with his impatience.   Then his rough hands were all over her tits.

Magnolia heard herself moan.

"God! You are so fuckin' beautiful!" he gasped one more time.  It was a 
broken record that she didn't mind hearing.  "I need to see the rest of your 
gorgeous body."

"The champagne, Lover?" Magnolia reminded him teasingly.  She needed 
that additional bracer before going where no man had gone before.

Well . . . she'd been there once tonight already.  However, it hadn't been 
willingly like this moment.  It had been when she still thought of herself as 
he.

Peter resumed his appointed task.

Meanwhile, while he was gone, Magnolia stripped down to her lacy bra, 
panties, garter, stockings, and high heels.  She didn't remove them as she 
noted with a smile, there were some things that a man should do himself!

She located some candles, and lit them to create an atmosphere.  As if the 
hardly needed one, as the air was literally thick with passion. Nevertheless, it 
did add that certain extra something.

The candle light disclosed an antique, full length, three way mirror in the 
corner of the bedroom.   Magnolia was drawn to it, as if a moth to a flame.  
In a few graceful steps, she stood in front of that mirror, marveling yet one 
more time at her image.

A single frightening thought crossed her mind.  Do I even want to give up 
such a beautiful body?

That thought stopped her dead in her tracks, and she turned from the 
reflection.  Magnolia sank to a sitting position in front of that mirror, leaning 
back into the polished glass.

She didn't have time to ponder the ramifications of that last stray thought. 
Peter returned with a chilled bottle of champagne, and two fluted glasses. He 
poured one glass for her, one for himself.

Peter crossed over the room to where Magnolia was sitting, handing her the 
glass.

"Thanks . . . Sugah," she said instinctively, unconsciously utilizing Maggie 
Mae's endearment for the man.

It was too late to back out now.  So much for laying there like a cold fish 
mused Magnolia, and she drained the champagne from the glass.

Magnolia was torn between and disgust over that one errant thought at the 
mirror.  The spectre of that stark reality spoke volumes to the fiber of Philip's 
persona.  The disgust was to be short lived.

Peter sat down besides her, back to the mirror, when he noticed her lapse of 
passion.  He craned his neck so he could kiss her once again.

Magnolia responded once again to his urging.  All of her negative emotion 
drip, drip, dripped away like the honey dripping from her moist cunny. She 
kissed him even deeper, prompting the man to take one of her breast into his 
hands.

Peter began to fondle and squeeze it quite urgently and insistently. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, Magnolia's hand drooped to her side.  The elegant 
fingers of her hand relaxed, loosening her grip upon the fluted glass.  When 
they had relaxed enough under Peter's erotic ministrations, the glass slipped 
from her grasp onto the deep pile carpeting on the floor.

Her free hand did not go to waste.  It quickly found a home once more on 
Peter's genital bulge.

Peter pulled the woman around to him so that their loins met.  Magnolia 
found herself thrusting her hips back against his hard dick. Suddenly,  he 
wrapped his limbs around the petite girl, picking her up in his strong, manly 
arms.

Magnolia wrapped her slender arms around his neck, laying her head upon 
his broad shoulder.  At this point, she didn't mind being carried back to his 
bed.

She sighed weakly when Peter kissed her with savage impatience.  With 
bruised lips, she returned the kiss.

The two impassioned lovers slowly undressed each other bit by bit.  The 
nibbled, kissed, suckled, and caressed each and every inch of the other's 
flesh.  Just as Magnolia had envisioned, for the next hour, the were a 
undulating knot of sweaty body parts.

The only thing that marked the passage of time was the steady rain of moans, 
sighs, and outright screams from Magnolia's throat.

Finally, their respective nether regions met, face to face, on the romantic 
battlefield that was the bed.  Almost before she was ready, Peter entered her.  
He was too rough.

Magnolia asked him to be more gentle, but he ignored her. Despite herself, 
she found it strangely exciting to be hurt a little during sex, and it was exactly 
like the kiss when he had pulled her hair.  It was that element of Peter's 
danger that made him so . . . exciting.

A flood of lubrication gushed from my pussy, answering her unspoken plea 
for help.  Things got better . . . much, much better! Peter was certainly both 
passionate and well endowed. He certainly filled her hungry chasm.

His lips sucked hard at Magnolia's breasts.

"God, that feels . . . ohhhh . . . sooo gooood," she found herself, much to 
her surprise, speaking under her breath.

That made Peter pump faster and harder.

"YES. OH, YES." screamed Magnolia.  "Fuck me, Sugah.  Make me a 
woman!"

**********

They made love three more times that night!  After her first, earth shattering 
multiple orgasm, Magnolia was insatiable.  She behaved every bit the bimbo 
that Maggie Mae was.

However, she did it consciously, willingly, and knowingly.  That was what 
Peter wanted, so that is what she wanted to give him.  Anything to have that 
beautiful manifestation of manhood to fill her again.

Whenever his erection waned, Magnolia breathed life into it anew with her 
soft lips.  It was a weapon of her arsenal that she no longer hesitated, nor 
regretted, to use.

Peter for all his ungentlemanly  roughness, proved equal to the task.  He was 
quite virile, a fact that Magnolia well knew.

**********

Sunday morning arrived bright and much to early, with the enthusiasm of a 
small child. The faux Magnolia and Peter slept in late. Even so, due the 
nights amorous activity, they only got a few hours sleep.

Peter woke the small girl in his arms with a nuzzle to her neck, and kiss to 
her cheek.  She was curled up into a ball, but he had managed through the 
haze of slumber to position one arm over the indents of her waist. His hand 
was pressed between her warm, smooth thigh.

Magnolia lay upon his shoulder, so that his other arm curled under her. When 
he bent his elbow just so, Peter was able to cradle her generous breast in his 
other hand.

The brush of Peter's morning beard upon the soft, sensitive flesh of 
Magnolia's neck was like a rasp.

"Wha?" yawned Magnolia as she yawned awake.

This was the first time she ever awakened as a woman.  Naturally, she was 
quite disoriented!

"Who are y . . . ." Magnolia started to exclaim, but then everything came 
rushing back to her.  She had to cover up quickly by improvising, ". . . . you 
think y'all wakin', Mistuh?"

Whew.  That was close.

Peter asked her to fix him  his breakfast.  What the hell was this, she thought.  
He's treating me just like a . . . woman.  Magnolia sighed.  She was a 
woman, for the time being.  There was no doubt in her mind that the genuine 
Magnolia would shuffle off obediently to the kitchen to fix the Lord and 
Master his meal.

Unfortunately, the world, with the exception of the real Magnolia, thought 
that she was Magnolia Howard.  As much as she hated it, she would have to 
play along and imitate the girl.

Still, she hesitated for just a second to enjoy the sensation of being wrapped 
up in the big, strong arms of a man.  It felt so safe and secure, and part of her 
had to admit that it felt nice.  This man would take care of her, and she would 
never have to worry about anything.  What a carefree, if boring, existence 
that would be.

Simple biological needs prevented Magnolia from languishing any longer. 
Her bladder was just about ready to burst!  She recalled that she had quite a 
lot to drink last night, and now it was time to break the seal. Magnolia 
reluctantly disentangled her self from the comfortable body of Peter.

As soon as she moved, she felt the now familiar sensation of the weight of 
big boobs on her chest.  The bobbled for a second with the movement, then 
settling into place.  Absently, Magnolia reached up to pull her long dark 
blonde hair out of her eyes.  She drew it back into place by raking her long 
painted nails through the thick tresses.

However, when she stood, two things immediately became apparent.  She 
was still slightly buzzed from the champagne, and wobbled slightly before 
righting herself.  That was all well and good, as Maggie Mae would still be 
held in check.  That was fortunate because the second revelation would have 
been very distressing.

Peter's seed ran from the opening of her tender sex to her inner thigh.  Her 
chest was all sticky from the last time when Peter fucked her big tits.  He 
ejaculated all over those creamy breasts, and Magnolia, quite obligingly 
rubbed it into her silky flesh like skin cream.

It was a gesture she sorely regretted now, as she was in strong need of a 
shower!

Magnolia grabbed her discarded panties, and one of Peter's shirts, dashing 
off to the bathroom.  In the bathroom, she urinated, depositing the part of 
Peter that she retained into the toilet.  She couldn't bear to look at it.  
Magnolia flushed the toilet, then proceeded to clean her self off as best she 
could without a shower.

Peter was expecting breakfast, so that would have to be dealt with first. The 
next order of business was a call to the real Magnolia.  She pulled on the lacy 
panties, and covered herself with Peter's shirt.  It swallowed her whole.  The 
bottom hem came to almost her knees.

Damn!  She was so short now!

Still, she rolled up the sleeves so that she could use her small hands, exited 
the bathroom, and made for the kitchen.  Magnolia just knew that Peter was 
watching the big boobs bounce up and down as she padded across the 
carpeted floor.

**********

Once Magnolia started to prepare breakfast, she found that she was glad to do 
it.  It was relaxing in an odd sort of way.   Women love to cook for their men 
. . . at least in the beginning. It was almost an extension of making love!

Thus, she  wanted to show him what good food tastes like.  Philip never was 
much of a cook, but she found the culinary skills of the real Magnolia coming 
quite easily to her.  It occurred to Magnolia that her theories about the merger 
with Maggie Mae was right on the nose.  He had access to all of her, and by 
implication Magnolia's memories.

She had to keep the merger in tact until she could extricate herself from 
Peter's clutches.  Extricate wasn't quite the correct word . . . she DID have 
fun last night.

The last though made her smile, and giggle in a most girlish manner.

In any case, Peter drove.  She was here until Peter got up and took her back 
to the sorority.

Another grin flickered across her lovely lips.  Perhaps just a quickie before 
they did?  She buried the thought.  First things first.  She needed more 
alcohol.

Magnolia remembered the bottle of champagne.  Therefore she walked easily 
back to the bedroom, swaying as she went.  The bottle was about a quarter 
full, which was more than enough.

"Breakfast ready already, Baby?" inquired Peter.

Magnolia hid the bottle behind her.  "No. Not yet, Sugah, Ah just needed 
somethin'"

In order to allay his suspicion, the petite girl leaned over to kiss him deeply 
on the mouth.  She parted the kiss, and backed out the door.

"Ah just needed a kiss is all.!"

When she was out of Peter's line of sight, she turned and skipped back off to 
the kitchen.  Magnolia giggled again, despite herself.

This stuff was becoming too easy!  She never realized it until now how 
gullible and trusting her former gender was.  Just stroke their ego or libido, 
and you could do anything.  It was no wonder the Maggie Mae had chosen 
the course that she did.

And now all of that knowledge and skill was hers to control.  That is, as long 
as she could maintain a slight alcoholic buzz.  Magnolia located some orange 
juice, and promptly prepared herself a mimosa.

She resumed the preparation of the meal that she had automatically started. 
The sights, sounds, and smells of her actions triggered another of the real 
Magnolia's buried memories.

There was the distinct image of Magnolia's mother telling her before she 
died, "Magnolia, Honey.   Give a man good sex and good food, so you can 
count on him always coming back for more."

Again, it was no wonder that Maggie Mae was like she was.

**********

Magnolia made him Eggs Hussar and Banana's Foster from her borrowed 
body's retained memories.  She didn't even have to think about it, and it was 
almost like being on automatic pilot.

He ate like he hard been starving for weeks.

"Magnolia, you are certainly one damn good cook!" declared the appreciative 
man.

Apparently that type of compliment had pleased Magnolia in the past.  A 
feeling a warmth and satisfaction enveloped her, despite the intellectual 
knowledge of the sexist comment.

Thus, she couldn't help but smile . . . very pleased.

Peter decided to reward her by taking Magnolia into his arms pulling her back 
into the bed room. This was one type of sexist treatment that she definitely 
didn't mind.  As long as she had to wear the body for the week, she thought 
she might as well enjoy one of the benefits!

She giggled again mindlessly to imitate the brainless bimbo that he adored, 
even as his lips closed onto hers.

Magnolia discovered that sex was even better in the light of morning.

**********

Much, much later Peter dropped Magnolia off at the sorority. Fortunately, 
she had time to shower, and arrange herself so it didn't look like she was out 
whoring it up.  During that time, the effects of the alcohol started to diminish 
substantially.

Still, she  dreamily  walked to the real Magnolia's room.  She absently hoped 
that her cousin, Lizzy had as good a time with her beau last night as she!

THAT thought was enough to freeze her in her tracks, and sober her up the 
rest of the way.  Magnolia stood bolt upright in shocked horror.

All morning long, she had forgotten who she truly was! In her sleep and 
slightly intoxicated state, she had drifted more into Magnolia!  She actually 
thought that she was the real Magnolia for almost all of the day!

"Oh . . . my . . . God!" Philip declared out loud, her full persona finally 
taking charge of the situation. "We have to change back!"

Once inside the room, her trembling fingers almost broke several nails dialing 
her old number.  This was completely out of bounds, and for many hours she 
was actually a woman.  More than that, she enjoyed BEING a woman to the 
point of acting like a bimbo to get fucked again.

This had to end now!

Philip heard her former voice answer the phone.

Words gushed out of Philip's mouth as she explained what had happened. 
The real Magnolia seemed to be almost . . . disappointed that Philip's persona 
was back in charge of the body.

"We've got to get back our old bodies right away . . .  before it is too late," 
Philip reasoned.

He laughed. "Relax.  You're hysterical.  Believe me, everything will be 
Okay.  Your mind is just making some adjustments to its new brain, and 
nervous system. We'll change back, trust me."

"H-how do you know that?" Philip gasped. "What makes you so smart?"

"Are you forgetting, Magnolia," he said pointedly, reminding Philip exactly 
what body she wore, " that I am Dr. Philip Kureck.  I am the sure winner of 
the Allen Prize."

That left Philip with nothing to say. There was an excruciating moment of 
silence.

The genuine Magnolia explained.  "Look.  I have your brain now, with all of 
its intelligence, knowledge and skills.  Things are coming so much easier to 
me now.  I looked over your notes this morning and everything made . . . 
well sense.  Have you noticed that you are thinking a little slower? After all, 
you do have my brain now."

Still, Philip said nothing.  He was correct.  She was thinking much slower 
than normal, and should have figured all of this out before now.  She now 
had the mental capacity of the real Magnolia.  Granted, the testing showed 
vast untapped potential, but it was still undeveloped.

"H-how does it w-work," queried Philip nervously, having to rely on 
somebody else for a scientific explanation in a long time.

"Just relax, and things will come to you.  Sensory input triggers the retained 
memories of the body.  Just looking at your notes triggered all of the 
knowledge of your research.  It's really quite incredible."

Philip tried a desperate gambit.  "Then the switch won't work.  By the time 
the test comes around, I won't be able to pass it any way."

It didn't work.  "Not so fast.  According to the knowledge in your brain, 
only part of memory is holographic and will stay with the body.  An equal 
part will go with the essence.  You will have plenty of smarts to pass my 
tests.  At least I hope you do because I won't want to go back to that situation 
if you don't!"

He even sounded more intelligent now.  Philip instinctively knew that 
Magnolia's reasoning was most likely correct.  She had independently 
reached a lot of the same conclusions as herself.  Everything except the most 
recent discovery.  Valium, alcohol, relaxation . . . it all made sense now.

Still, Philip needed the alcohol to rein in Maggie Mae.  Even relaxation 
wouldn't control direct sexual contact, and that was already an established 
fact.  At least she could rest assured that she would be whole again when 
switched back.

In the meantime, she now knew how to access the skills to perfectly imitate 
Magnolia.  Now that she though about it, when she looked at the make up in 
her purse at Peter's, she automatically knew how to apply it.

Philip heard her former voice ask, "By the way, how was your night with 
Peter? Did you enjoy yourself . . . you flirt you!"

She heard a booming laugh over the phone assaulting her sensitive drums. It 
wasn't helping the slight hangover that was starting to develop.

"You should have see yourself last night. You were all over him.  You were 
such a sweet, darling little Magnolia blossom . . . such a flirt.  You see?  I 
told you if you just let Maggie Mae take over, it would be easy."

"I did not!" Philip protested hotly, even though she knew it was true. What 
would the real Magnolia do if she knew that it wasn't Maggie Mae at all.  It 
was all Philip . . . or an amalgam of the two.

"Oh, yes you did!  Anyway, I enjoyed myself last night. Elizabeth is so sexy, 
and I felt so strong and powerful.  It felt GREAT having a woman trying to 
please me, rather than me worrying about pleasing a man. I worked out with 
weights at the health club this morning.  I just can't believe how strong I am 
now.  I bet I could beat up Peter now."

"Don't you do it!"

"My, my.  Protecting your man?" he laughed.

"No. I just don't want my body locked up in jail!  Please, Please, don't do 
anything stupid."

The conversation turned deadly serious.  It dawned on Philip that Magnolia 
had taken the time to reflect on the things that they had learned in her dream.  
Undisguised anger toward her intended surfaced.

"Don't worry.  I won't do anything, Magnolia,  so that ass hole Peter will 
escape unbruised."

"If you think he's an ass hole why are you marrying him," challenged Philip.

"My Daddy wanted me to.  He picked Peter, not me.  Since I had to marry 
someone, I just gave in.  I didn't want Daddy to get angry with me . . . or 
even hurt me again.  A girl needs to marry according to Daddy."

"He's rich and good looking. So it could be worse."

"By now you know Peter is just as violent as my Daddy.  They are the almost 
the same person, and is no doubt why he picked Peter.  He knew Peter 
would control me as he did!  Now that I am out of my body I can see that 
now.  Daddy hurt me.  Peter hurt me.  Nobody is ever going to hurt me again 
. . . I swear.  Nobody should be treated that way."  There was a paused, 
followed by am emotional, "Especially a little child."

"Well I wouldn't marry him if I were you," offered Philip sympathetically.

"I hate to remind you, but for now you are me."

"Oh!"

"Yes. Don't break up with him. My life is only on loan to you, until you pass 
those tests this week.  I want to do it myself.  I have the feeling once this is 
all over that I'll have the strength to stand up to him . . . and Daddy."

"Good for you!" Philip said with feeling.  It was the first affirmation from 
Magnolia that he intended to sap back.  Naturally that provided a list to 
Philip's spirits.

For the first time, she was starting to believe that it would all work out. 
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to spend a week as a woman.  Things that he 
could discover about women, and about Elizabeth would be invaluable in the 
upcoming nuptials.

She could feel her large breasts jiggle with her body's excitement with the 
possibilities.  Sex with Peter had been . . . outstanding.

"Well I need to get back to work on the machine.  You'll be happy to know 
that I think I have figured out how to consciously control another's dreams 
while dream walking," advised the real Magnolia.

It made Philip a little nervous that he was working on her machine. However, 
as long as she had his knowledge, he reasoned it wouldn't be too bad.  In a 
way, it was still him working on the device.  Still, it made him a little sad that 
she wasn't the one to perfect control of another's dream.  Philip wondered 
why the real Magnolia was taking an interest in her research.  She just 
concluded that she wanted to help find a solution for her own problem . . . 
she was certainly motivated!

"Really?  Tell me how?" queried Philip.

"Later.  Now don't forget.  You have dinner with Daddy tonight. Give him a 
kiss for me!" he couldn't help but joking before hanging  up.

No sooner had Philip hung up her portion of the telephone conversation, than 
Elizabeth burst into the room.

"There you are, cousin.  Ah've been lookin' all over for y'all.  We have a 
lunch date . . . remember?"

Philip looked at her womans' wristwatch on her slender wrist.  It was 1:00 
p.m.  She looked up at her fiancee, now cousin.

"Ah'm sorry, Lizzy.  As jus' got in."

Elizabeth giggled.  "Ah thought as much.  How was your night?"

She tugged on Philip's sleeve to get her up off of the bed.  "C'mon.  Y'all 
can tell me all about it at lunch."

**********

"Lunch time!"  Squealed Elizabeth to Philip.

They glided into a cozy little tea room where they dined rabbit food and tea 
for lunch.  Elizabeth was only to eager to gush about her night with her 
fiancee.  The overwhelming adoration for Philip and his physical abilities 
made the real Philip blush.

"My oh my, cousin.  Am I embarrassing y'all?"

Philip recognized her faux pas when she felt the heat rush to her cheeks. She 
thought she would be able to bear hearing about Elizabeth and Magnolia's 
night together, but she was wrong.  She just couldn't face it . . . nor 
apparently fake it.

Philip needed a cover story.  "No Lizzy.  Hearing y'all talk just reminded me 
of my night with Petuh."

Philip forced herself to deliver an empty little giggle as the real Magnolia 
would do.

"Do tell, Magnolia," insisted Elizabeth.

With amazingly little prodding, Philip found herself recounting every sizzling 
detail to her former fiancee.  Just the telling of the story made her relax even 
more.  The memories, feelings, and emotions of the genuine Magnolia's 
camaraderie filled her mind.  Soon enough, Philip relaxed even more, and 
was laughing, giggling, and enjoying a girl's day out.

She found myself looking at other women's clothes to determine if anybody 
wore any clothing that would look good on her. Of course none of the girls,  
including Lizzy, were nearly as attractive as her current body.

"I think that golden knit dress would look darlin' on y'all, Lizzy," Philip 
found herself to saying.

She was sincerely trying to make the best of the switch.  As long as she had 
to be a woman for a week, she though she might as well try anything. That 
meant everything, even if it was banter with Elizabeth about clothes, make 
up, or the best sexual positions.  As long as Philip remained relaxed, the 
information to imitate Magnolia was on the tip of her tongue.

Elizabeth cocked her head, considering.  Then she nodded, "You have good 
clothes sense, Cousin Magnolia. I'll wear it with my black spikers. I'll be 
sitting most of the evening so they won't kill my feet."

Elizabeth frowned, deciding further, "I think I'll run by and pick up some 
evening panty nose to go with it. How about you?  Do you want to get 
something for you dinner tonight with your Daddy?"

Unbidden a vision, nay a whole catalogue of Magnolia's wardrobe, flashed 
before Philip's mind.  "Ah think the red silk dress, with matching shoes.  
Perhaps the new necklace that Peter game me for Christmas. And, Cousin . . 
. there's no need for y'all to run to the store. Ah just have oodles of hose that 
ah haven't even opened yet. Y'all know Daddy owns half the stores in this 
part of the state.   No since y'all running off and buying some."

It was becoming easier and easier with relaxation.  Just to be sure, Philip 
order a glass of white wine from the waiter.

"MAGNOLIA!" scolded Elizabeth.

"What?" replied a startled Philip, looking away from the waiter.

"Y'all were checking out that waiter's tushy.  Y'all gotta be more discreet. 
Y'all are an engaged woman now."

Philip blushed again.  He had been eying the waiter with intent, and hadn't 
even realized it.  It felt so . . . natural.  It felt so right.  Philip hadn't even 
noticed that the nipples of her jiggling breasts were very swollen with the 
thoughts she had harbored about the waiter.  Before last night, she would 
have been all to aware of those sensation.

Philip held up her left ring finger, declaring with a smirk, "Ah ain't a married 
woman yet!"

The both broke up in laughter.  They were two normal girls out for the 
afternoon.  Rather than helping Philip to study, they decide to spend the rest 
of the afternoon in a traditional female activity . . . shopping.

Philip was relying on those part of his knowledge and memories that she still 
carried with her.  It was Elizabeth's throw away comment that did it.

"Y'know, Magnolia?  You do seem to be a lot better since bein' on Philip's 
machine."

"Speaking of machines, did y'all have dream sex last night?"

Elizabeth's eyes grew wide.  "That Pooh.  He told y'all.  That was supposed 
to be our little secret.  Ah'm a gonna kill him."

Philip put his girlish arms across Elizabeth's shoulder.  "Nah.  I forced it 
outta him, Lizzy.  Ah told him Ah wouldn't go on the machine unless he told 
me a secret about you two.  So he told me."

Now it was Elizabeth's turn to blush.  That told Philip all that she needed to 
know.  Magnolia was even intruding on his most sacred of places.  As much 
fun as he was now having, he would be happy when one week was up.

**********

By the late afternoon, Philip felt a growing sense of dread within her breast.  
It was constantly distracting her with from the joy and freedom of the 
shopping spree with Elizabeth, but there it was.  With each passing hour, the 
sense of dread . . . and fear grew.

To make matters worse, she decided to keep her drinking activities to a 
minimum.  There was no doubt in Philip's mind that the Judge . . . Daddy 
for tonight . . . would be highly critical of that type of activity.  The sight of 
his little Magnolia drinking, or drunk, would be viewed as an utter failure of 
Philip and Philip's machine.

Relaxation techniques and only minor alcohol would have to serve.  To that 
end, Philip picked up a little silver flask, filling it with Southern Comfort, 
when she got separated briefly, albeit intentionally, from Elizabeth.

Even Elizabeth noticed that something was amiss.  "Ah you all right, 
Magnolia?  You look tired or worried about something."

Philip tried to reassure her the best that she could.  Elizabeth had unwittingly 
given her a perfect excuse.  "Ah'm tired is all, Lizzy.  Ah have to entertain 
Daddy at dinner tonight and . . . ."

The mere mention of the word "Daddy", which incidently fell naturally from 
her lips, produce an intense wave of dread and fear.  It made Philip stop in 
mid-sentence.

"Well then let's get you home, so you can rest before your dinner.  We don't 
want to be disappointin' Uncle!" declared Elizabeth.  Philip wasn't listening, 
and only obediently followed her back to the car.  Philip's silence created the 
illusion of fatigue.

Meanwhile, she was desperately trying to divine the source of the negative 
emotions that she felt.  Fortunately, the depressant effect of the Southern 
Comfort in her system held Maggie Mae in check.

Philip was naturally apprehensive about going to dinner tonight as Magnolia 
Howard.  She only met the Judge last night, and would now have to play act 
as his loving daughter.  However, that shouldn't be too hard, considering 
what she now knew about accessing the real Magnolia's memories.  That 
couldn't be the source of the sense of doom that she now felt.

Philip knew there had to be something more.  However, the more she tried to 
access that information, the more she ran into a mental brick wall.  Even 
visualizing the image of the Judge did no good.  Maggie Mae may know, but 
she wasn't talking.

The real Magnolia had to be in denial about something.  Philip knew from the 
dream that she had been the victim of physical and sexual abuse at the hands 
of the Judge.  That was responsible for the fracturing of her mind into two 
personas.  It made Philip wonder when that abuse had ceased because she 
assumed that it did when the scandal came out in the paper.  Had it?

Was that the source of the looming apprehension that she felt?

As Elizabeth loaded the packages into the trunk of the car, Philip took another 
bracer from the small flask.

What was awaiting at the Judge's home . . . her home now?

********** 

Philip initially dressed in the red silk dress that appeared in her mind during 
lunch.  That garment was quickly discarded, as it was much too form fitting 
and revealing for the occasion.  She decide that she needed something that 
would be considered as far away as "bimbo" as possible.

"What would the J . . . Daddy . . . like," pondered Philip allowed, correcting 
herself in mid stream.  She could afford any slip ups like that at dinner, as 
there was no telling what type of reaction it would produce.  For the time 
being, she would have to think of him as her Daddy.

Instantly, the feeling of dread and fear passed through her.  This time it was 
even more intense, and was accompanied by an overpowering sense of 
revulsion.  Philip felt a growing sickness in the pit of her stomach.  For a 
second, she though that she was going to vomit.

What was it?  Why couldn't she break through the mental block, and where 
the hell was Maggie Mae.  She couldn't produce the controlled influence of 
Maggie Mae without another merger.   That meant more alcohol, and THAT 
was out of the question.

"Concentrate on little things, girl," Philip whispered softly to herself.

Elizabeth was nowhere around.  She was out with a bunch of their sorority 
sisters.

Philip breathed in and out, in an attempt to relax.  It worked somewhat, as the 
images of the wardrobe, again, flashed before her eyes.  The knowledge of 
an outfit that Daddy had liked once before materialized within her mind's eye.  
She went to the closet and drawers to collect the articles.

She gazed into the mirror at the lingerie that she had selected for the red silk 
dress.  The real Magnolia's retained fashion sense told her that the white, lacy 
bra, panties, and garter belt would not go with the knew outfit.

Philip went to the lingerie drawer and selected a new set, as if it was 
something she had done all of her life.  She slipped the straps and cups of the 
lacy, black bra over the white just to compare.  She held up the black panties 
and garter front of her loins in order to get the full effect.  Parts of the white 
lingerie showed through the sheer parts of the black to dazzling effect.

"That's much bettuh!" declared Philip, not grasping the meaning of her 
increasingly feminine behavior.

The only thing that she fretted about was that the momentary distraction of 
lingerie selection did nothing to allay the sense of sickness in her stomach.  It 
never occurred to Philip as to why she was unconsciously choosing such 
sexy underthings for a simple dinner with her supposed Daddy!

She dressed carefully in a blue-purple floral print dress. The hem line was 
just were daddy liked it at the knees. The front of the dress was low cut to 
show a generous amount of cleavage.

Her tiny feet donned three inch heels, again, the perfect height that Daddy 
liked. Philip instinctively chose the subtle, understated make up that Daddy 
preferred, his favorite scent.

Yet still, the feeling of revulsion and sickness grew.

**********

The Howard house stood out starkly from the backdrop of woods and 
gardens.  The sun had yet set on the horizon, despite the late hour, although it 
was fading.

I always did like the long days of spring, mused Philip mentally.  It was a 
vain attempt to distract her from how her body really felt.

The diffuse feeling of sickness was manifest now, and she felt wave after 
wave of nausea the closer that she drew to . . . er . . . Daddy's house.  As 
soon as the three story colonial style mansion came into view, Philip's hands 
began to shake.

Not only her hands.  Philip's entire body began to tremble.

What was it?  What memory or knowledge was closed of that was causing all 
of this.  Although Philip wasn't sure, he did have a fairly good idea.

She slowed the convertible to a stop in the cobblestones of the semi-circular 
carport.  Something within Philip just told her that this was the place that the 
real Magnolia always parked her car.  The very sight of the carport must have 
retrieved the archive information, and, that done, unconsciously transferred it 
into working knowledge, and ultimately action. 

Philip noted with a sigh, that only last night she would have never even 
contemplated parking a car in this location for fear of drawing Daddy's ire.  
However, last night she wasn't the daughter of her fiancee's uncle. She 
wasn't even consciously referring to him as the Judge anymore!

She shook her head in denial, setting the long tresses to swirling.  They were 
slightly tousled now from the action of wind and driving with the top down.  
With out even thinking about it, Philip reached up to draw the long hair out of 
her eyes.  Her hands worked as if on their own to perfectly arrange the hair 
into a presentable fashion.

Even the feeling of her large breasts obstructing the movement of her arms, 
or even laying on her arms, didn't feel quite so unusual anymore.  It was 
Philip's worst fears becoming manifest.  She was growing accustomed to 
this body.

"Don't think about it," she told herself aloud.  "Just move, and get through 
this night."

Philip open the car door, gracefully exiting Magnolia's car.  She started up 
the cobblestone path that led to the front door.  However, with each step the 
feeling of fear, apprehension, doom, and downright revulsion grew.  This 
was all wrong . . . she couldn't go in.  At least, not like this! 

Her borrowed body's stress level was already at the threshold.  The low level 
of Southern Comfort in her system wouldn't be able to contain Maggie Mae 
much longer, and she couldn't risk anymore alcohol.  She couldn't risk 
Daddy seeing her drunk.  That would only confirm everything that he already 
thought about his daughter.

No.  She had to find a place where she could think . . . calm down.  Perhaps 
I can find a place that will trigger some of Magnolia's memories, thought 
Philip, positively. She harbored the misguided notion that if she at least knew 
what was causing her body to react like this, she could control it.

From the cobblestone path, Philip surveyed the landscape of the property.  
She did the same thing last night from within her real body, although it 
looked somehow different as a part of the family.  The image of the woods 
and garden recovered visual memories if a youthful Magnolia running, and 
laughing, an playing.

She seemed to be so innocent then, even after all that Philip now knew 
happened to her.

A name popped into Philip's head.

"Bobby," she whispered softly, the name, in turn recovering a visual 
memory of his face.

He was the boy who grew up on the estate next door.  Bobby was the 
butler's son of the family that lived beside the Howards, and was the same 
age as Magnolia.  They used to meet in secret in the wooded garden lying 
between the two respective property.

Philip saw his dark hair, dark eyes, and cute, youthful face.  The very image 
of Bobby was able to dispel some of the apprehension that she was feeling.

She looked at her wristwatch.  She still had a little time before dinner.  Philip 
thought that if she could walk through Bobby and Magnolia's secret garden, 
maybe even touch some of the things there, more pleasant memories would 
come.  That would give her the strength and resolve to make it through the 
dinner with Daddy.  

Where could the garden be?  Something within Philip drew her attention to 
the right.  From her vantage point, she could just make out the tops of some 
trees in the distance.  She knew within her heart of hearts, and from the fuzzy 
warm feeling, that it could only be the secret garden.

Where had the name Secret Garden come from, she wondered.  It was a 
children's story, although not one she had read as a male child.  Magnolia 
must have read it, or more likely had it read to her.

Philip closed her eyes to try to visualize the moment.  Yes, somebody had 
read it to her . . . Bobby.  He read it to her in the place they later christened 
their Secret Garden.  A feeling of love and affection swept over Philip, one 
such as she had never felt before as either Philip or Magnolia.  It was a 
feeling of innocent unrequited love . . . for Bobby.

Magnolia loved Bobby deeply even as a child.  Why wasn't she with him 
now, pondered Philip.  Why is she with Peter . . . aside from his physical 
charms.

THAT made Philip blush.  That was contemplation for another time, as there 
was no sense in getting this body erotically excited, and calling Maggie Mae 
forth.

Instead, Philip reached out with her slender feminine arms to touch the plants 
with her fingertips as she passed.  Each touch, each sight, sound, and smell 
brought her more and more of Magnolia's childhood.

She had been happy . . . truly happy in these gardens.  She was happy here 
with Bobby.

Finally, Philip arrived at the Secret Garden.  He was overwhelmed by a  
wave of utter joy. There came more images of Magnolia . . . no HER . . . 
and Bobby within this grove.  The images were so strong that Philip was 
inside of them, reliving them.  She found a soft spot on the ground to sit.

Philip spread out her floral skirt on the mossy ground, and took a seat.  Still 
more and more images came.  She and Bobby grew up in his place!  They 
had spent almost every waking hour in this place.

She closed her eyes to relive the moment when she first kissed Bobby, and 
promised with all of her heart that she would marry him one day.  A smile 
adorned Philip's face.  These were such happy memories.

Yet, underneath it all was a feeling of sadness . . . sorrow.

The visual images came without warning.  The feeling of revulsion 
descended upon Philip stronger than ever before.  She saw a day when she . 
. . Magnolia was but 14.  She and Bobby were in the Secret Garden together, 
but it was different this day.

This was the day that they were exploring the wonders of the other's 
developing body.  The Judge . . . Daddy caught them when they wore 
nothing but their smiles.

Daddy chased Bobby off that day.  He threatened him . . . told him never to 
return.  Bobby never did.  Daddy told Magnolia that she was to never see 
such low class trash ever again.

She . . . Magnolia was heartbroken.

Still, there was more.  Daddy raped her that day . . . for the first time.  He 
stole a little girl's virtue, and goodness.  Up until then, he had only touched 
her, and did things to her with his hand and mouth.  That day was ugly.

He used his big penis that day, and when he entered her, shattered all that 
was good and true within Magnolia. After the first penetration, Maggie Mae 
took over, welcoming it.

Philip gasped at the visual memories assailed his senses.  Maggie Mae not 
only welcomed it, she encouraged it.

Tears rolled down Philip's smooth face.  His heart when out to Magnolia . . . 
the real Magnolia.  How could he ever blame her for wanting to stay where 
she was?  This was more than anyone could bear.

Philip cried and cried for her, just barely able to keep his bodily stress on the 
positive side of the threshold.  She now understood why Magnolia walled off 
these memories.

She dried her eyes, rising from the soft ground.  Philip pushed the dark 
images into the back of her mind, and started back to the house. The long 
shadows of the fading sunlight pointed the way to the house which she knew 
would conjure even worse memories.

**********

At the door of the old family home, the butler, Henry, welcomed Philip with 
a warm and loving smile.  He treated her so much differently yesterday, but 
then again, she had been a relative stranger yesterday.

Now, like every thing else, Philip knew his name.  Just the sight of Henry's 
friendly face retrieved the appellation to go with the image.

"It's good to see you, Miss Magnolia! I sure miss havin' you around the 
house!" greeted Henry sincerely.

The sound of his voice brought up more of the real Magnolia's memories.  
Henry had always been nice to her, and cleaned her up and comforted her 
when the J . . . Daddy was mean.  Philip could not fight the urge to hug and 
kiss the much larger man.

So she did, expressing the affection that she felt for the servant with just a 
touch.  Philip recalled only yesterday that she thought Henry to be irrelevant 
and unemotional.

She was learning that she had been so wrong about this, and everything else! 

Philip kissed his cheek. "I miss you, too. But you know Daddy wants me in 
the sorority to make important contacts for later on."

Henry looked around to make sure that nobody else was listening.  He leaned 
in to whisper to the girl that he believed to be Magnolia.

"Just between the two of us, Honey, I think he wanted the privacy.   There's 
been a lot of women vistin' as they say."

Philip was not surprised.  The timing of Magnolia's expulsion to a sorority 
coincided chronologically with the appearance of the Judge's predilections in 
the paper.  There was no doubt that Magnolia's current residence was more 
for his own safety than making social contacts.

And the women?  There was absolutely no doubt in Philip's mind that they 
were just a stop gap measure because Magnolia wasn't around that much. 
She knew this instinctively from the overpowering feeling of revulsion in the 
pit of her stomach.  It had returned with a vengeance as soon as she crossed 
the threshold of the doorway.

Even now, Philip was trying desperately to keep the visual images of Daddy 
having sex with Magnolia . . . .her . . . as she grew older.

"Oh! Are any of them here tonight?" Philip tried to engage in conversation to 
fight the onslaught of memories.

"No, Miss Magnolia. It will be just the two of you."

That only made her feel worse.  She was hoping . . . praying . . . .that there 
would be guests so that she didn't have to deal with him directly.  The feeling 
in the pit of Philip's stomach intensified.  She felt reflux in the back of her 
throat, but choked it down.

She inquired, "Where is Daddy?" as Henry turned to walk away.

"He's in his study.  He's finishin' up a conference call with two lawyers that 
are supposed to be tryin' a case in front of him tomorrow.  I think they are 
close to settlin', an' the Judge wanted ta put some pressure on them."

"Oh," was all that Philip could say.

"Why don't you walk around, Honey, and look over the old place.  You 
haven't been here for a while, and these walls sure do miss your laughter."

She managed to give him a warm, friendly smile, despite the horrible way 
that she felt.  Why should this nice man be pulled into her problems?

"Thank you, Henry.  Ah'll jus' do that.  Will ah see y'all at suppah?"  There 
was that damnable southern accent again.

"You will, Miss Magnolia.  Might I say that you've grown into a very pretty 
woman.  You look just like your mother."

That made Philip blush and giggle.  "Thanks you Henry.  You've always 
been a . . . friend.  Ah'll see y'all at suppah!"

With that, Henry disappeared leaving Philip to explore the house.  She 
wasn't able to see much of the house last night when she was here in her old 
body.  Just as she had done in the garden, she reached out and touched 
everything.  Philip decided that as long as she was here that she might as well 
absorb as many of the real Magnolia's memories as possible, as they may just 
be invaluable when the merger of Magnolia and Maggie Mae came.

Each touch, each smell, each sound, and each sight brought forth memory 
after memory.  In the space of scant minutes, Philip relived the entire life of 
the genuine Magnolia . . . or as much of it that could be contained within 
these four walls.  There were happy memories, primarily of her mother 
before she died, and of Henry.  However, there was sadness also.

Much of that revolved around Daddy.   Philip learned much to her horror that 
after the incident in the Secret Garden, Daddy began to visit her room more 
often.  His demands and roughness intensified with each passing encounter.

Just before Magnolia left for the sorority, the Judge's perversion had taken 
on a new aspect.  He called it his "Special punishment."  It involved spanking 
of Magnolia's bare tush . . . and then . . . and then . . . anal sex.

Tears again streamed down Philips face.  Through the images and sensations 
stored in her head, she felt the sting of his heavy hand on her soft bottom.  
She felt his hands all over her small body.

Philip's skin started to crawl at the sensation.

Then she relived being bent over, and pushed forcefully down so that her 
breasts were painfully smashed against whatever surface Daddy chose.  
Philip's face was a mask of terror and pain as she actually felt him penetrate 
her small rectum.

The pain was searing.

Then Maggie Mae took over.  She loved it, wanted it, welcome it.  She 
wanted more of it.

This was too much.  Philip quickly located a bathroom from memory, and 
proceeded to spill the contents of her stomach into the porcelain toilet bowl.  
She heaved from the tumult that she felt.

She breathed deeply to control her bodily stress, as she relived the remainder 
of the horrible scenes.  Maggie Mae acted like a mindless bimbo on purpose 
in order to force Daddy into his behavior.  When he did, she squealed and 
cried like a little girl, claiming that she wouldn't do it, whatever it was, that 
created the punished it.  All of the while, she reveled in it.

For Maggie Mae knew that she had discovered something that her Daddy 
truly loved.  As long as SHE provided it, she would have him wrapped 
around her little finger.

It dawned upon the tear streaked Philip exactly who was in control of this 
sick, demented little matter.  It was Maggie Mae, it had been Maggie Mae all 
along!

It was imperative that Maggie Mae not get out.  It was critical! 

Philip reached into her purse to grab the silver flask.  She quickly unscrewed 
the cap, and downed the contents therein.  She felt some semblance of control 
returning to her being.

**********

Philip took a very deep breath before she walked into the dinning room. She 
hoped and prayed the Southern Comfort would not br noticeable on her 
breath.  Nevertheless, she knew from past experience in her real body that 
there was just so much that a dollop of toothpaste could disguise.

Daddy stood up like the proper Southern gentleman that he believed himself 
to be. 

Philip tried to clear her head. Magnolia's memories were oppressive, 
triggered by the sight of Judge Howard . . . Daddy.  Again, She felt that 
sensation of revulsion, as well as her skin crawling.  Fortunately, there 
wasn't anything left in her small stomach to void.

Nevertheless, she did feel a dry heave coming on.

"Ah. There's my Baby!  You look as beautiful as ever, my little flower.  You 
look more and more like your mother every day."

Philip tried to swallow the disgust that he felt for this man.  How could he 
have done the things that he did to a sweet girl like Magnolia?  The influence 
of Maggie Mae is how!  Still, she had to try and be nice.  She had to try and 
emulate Magnolia despite all that she now knew.

"Hello, Daddy."  Philip smiled sweetly.  "Y'all look as handsome as ever."

It made her even sicker to have to perpetuate this facade.

"Have you been cooperating with Dr. Kureck, Magnolia?"

Philip approached the table where the other place setting was.  She gracefully 
sat into the plush chair, and only after she was settled did Judge Howard take 
his place at the head of the table.  The servants went about their task of 
serving the family.  Henry, of course was the primary server.

He kept an eye on Philip, who was understandably a little nervous.

"Oh yes, Daddy.  His lil' ole' device was very helpful.  I feel much better 
than ah was before.  Ah think ah can pass that test with no problem."

As an afterthought, Philip added, "Are you going to give Dr. Phil your vote 
for the Allen Prize?"

Judge Howard deflected the obvious attempt to change the subject.

"You're all better?  Really?  I was at the Country Club this morning to play 
golf.  Did you know that?"

Philip did not have a clue what the man was getting at.  She tried to be sweet 
and unassuming.

"Really?  Did y'all have a wonderful round?"

The Judge pounded his fist down on the table in a sudden show of extreme 
anger.  The dishes, plates, glasses and silverware rattled with the force of the 
blow.

A stab of cold fear caused her borrowed body to shudder. 

"Blast it, Magnolia!  My friends were there last night.  They saw what you 
were doing with Peter.  I called Peter just a little while ago, and he confirmed 
as much.  Why are you acting like a little hussy?"

Words failed Philip.  Her behavior last night in the restaurant had made there 
way back to the worst possible person.

"If you're so cured, why are you acting like a stupid bimbo like you always 
are," Daddy demanded angrily.

Henry looked on with a note of grave concern, as he knew this pattern from 
so many times before.  The Judge was even fingering his thick leather belt 
adorned with the coat of arms.

Her Daddy's fumbling with his belt drew Philip's eyes to the man's thick 
waist.  It was the very same belt from the real Magnolia's dreams.  Even 
more endorphins rushed into her bloodstream as a natural bodily reaction to 
stress.  Philip was rapidly reaching the breaking point.

It was making it so much harder to concentrate.  Curiously, Philip now knew 
the exact nature of Magnolia's problem with Professor Nissan.  The body's 
stress level were shutting down her thought processes one by one like circuit 
breakers.  How far away could Maggie Mae be now?

Philip tried to remain calm through all of this whilst attempting each and 
every relaxation technique.  They weren't working too well.  Still, she had to 
think of some type of answer.

"Well?" roared Judge Howard.  "I'm waiting!"

Another shiver of panic traveled up and down Philip's feminine spine.

"Petuh and I are engaged, Daddy.  We were just actin' like two young people 
in love, is all.  It was perfectly innocent.  Weren't you ever in love?  Y'all 
told me to keep Petuh happy . . . didn't you all?"

That seemed to satisfy the Judge . . . for the moment.  Still, he cocked one 
curious eyebrow at his apparent daughter.  Maybe Dr. Krucek's machine was 
working after all, thought the old man.  Magnolia's never been able to 
articulate her thoughts when I'm yelling at her before.   Hmmmm?

The Judge spoke, his angry expression transforming itself into one of 
amusement.  "You haven't given your Daddy a hug and a kiss, little flower.  
Aren't you going to greet your dear old dad nice and proper?"

Philip nervously arose from her seat to her Daddy's right.  Her slight form 
eased its way out of the table and chair junction.  There was a slight tremble 
in her bones as she approached her apparent father.  

When she did, the Judge stood up once more.  He towered over her small 
and petite form like a mountain.  Philip embrace the huge man around his 
waist and lower back . . . it was all that she could currently reach.  When 
Daddy hugged her back, she thought that she was going to be crushed in the 
bear hug of his massive arms.

The Judge leaned down to her.  "What about my kiss?"

Philip leaned forward also, pressing her lips to her Daddy's cheeks.  Her soft 
lips brushed the whiskers of his cheek.

Unfortunately, the Judge's eyes became very wide, as he stood bolt upright.

"Have you been drinking, Magnolia?"

He grew angry once more, already knowing the answer.   Philip hesitated, 
giving it all way.

She tried in vain to make an excuse.  "I was out with Lizzy for lunch.  We 
went shoppin' and had a few glasses of wine, Daddy."

Tears were now flowing down Philips beautiful face.

"I know the odor of Southern Comfort when I smell it girl," insisted the elder 
Howard, snatching Philip's purse from the table.

A short cursory inspection uncovered the silver flask drained of its contents.  
The odor was the unmistakable smell of Southern Comfort.

Philip's heartbeat raced.  The stress levels of her girlish body were already 
off of the chart, and she found that she couldn't even catch her breath.  
Words failed her again in the midst of stark terror.

"What are y'all doing shopping with your cousin Elizabeth anyway?  Y'all 
should be studying for your test.  Y'all are no better than you were before.  
Y'all don't need a fancy contraption . . . all you need is the Special 
Punishment!"

With that, Judge Howard smacked Philip's behind with the flat of his hand.

That was the last blow.  Philip's mind retreated to the back of her borrowed 
brain, only to be replaced by Maggie Mae.  Maggie Mae feigned a look of 
fear to her Daddy, whilst grabbing his hand.

She pulled the hand to her mouth where she began to tenderly kiss the man's 
fingers.  Philip could only watch from the inside.  He felt the sexual response 
of their body begin to take over.

Maggie Mae suckled suggestively upon the man's finger before slowly 
withdrawing them.

"Ah think that would teach me a lesson, Daddy.  Ah think ah need to be 
punished," Philip felt tumbled from his lips.  Try as he might, he couldn't 
stop it.  Maggie Mae was in control for the time being.

She continued, "Aren't y'all gonna feed your daughter first befoah y'all 
punish her?  Even a dyin' man gets a last meal!"

"You know how I hate it when you disappoint me, daughter," noted the 
Judge in a softer tone of voice.  He didn't need to yell, as his daughter had 
willingly accepted her punishment.

Philip felt her body bite her lip at Maggie Mae's direction.

"You're not going to disgrace me, are you Magnolia?" queried the Judge.

"No, Daddy!" came Maggie Mae's response.

From the inside, Philip was frustrated that he could not seize back control of 
the body.  However, the level of fear that he body felt, coupled with the 
measures that Maggie Mae was taking to keep the sexual energy high kept 
him locked out.

She was rubbing their shared legs together to stimulate their cunny.  Philip 
could feel the familiar sensation of their nipples swelling, and becoming 
erect.  The urgent warmth grew between their legs.  There was a tingling in a 
new place . . . their shared shapely bottom.

She can't do this . . . they can't do this, Philip screamed from within the 
body.  It was no use.  Nobody could hear her now.

The Judge smiled genially, "Well lets eat! Henry you can serve now." 

**********

Several hours later Maggie Mae stood in front of the full length mirror in 
Magnolia's room.  She admired her ultra feminine, sexy body.  She was 
much to beautiful for this southern town.

Philip was no where to be found.  The sheer depravity of the incestuous anal 
sex with the Judge, along with Maggie Mae's enjoyment of it, forced his 
persona to retreat further into their shared mind.  That was fine with Maggie 
Mae.

All through dinner she had to masturbate through her dress to keep the 
body's motor running hot.  She couldn't give Philip any opening to take back 
their body.  It was hers now, and she intended to keep it!

To that end, all through dinner, she continued to poke and prod Daddy.  She 
increasingly made him angrier and angrier, insuring their body's panic 
response.

Now, after the "Special Punishment" was all over, she caressed the lush 
curves of her body.  Every cell  of the body felt alive, and the thrill of control 
of it was exhilarating to Maggie Mae.

An evil grin crossed those kissable lips, and she stared directly into her own 
eyes in the mirror.  Maggie Mae spoke softly, but deliberately.  She poke not 
to herself , but to the other persona dwelling deep within.

Maggie Mae lifted the big breasts in her hands.  "These are mine.  Y'all heah?  
Theah're not yours any longer, Philip.  Ah intend to keep this body, and now 
that my charming little sister is in you're body it's all mine.  Ah earned it fair 
and square."

Maggie Mae struck a provocative pose in the mirror, elaborating upon her 
plan for the captured Philip.  Philip could only listen helplessly while feeling 
what she felt, seeing what she saw.

"Ah can't be havin' you or that weal lil' sister of mine passin' any test.  The 
only way for me ta get outta this horse an' buggy town is to flunk out.  
Daddy'll forget all about me then, and ah won't have to live up to no 
expectations.  Ah can go out to L.A. where ah can be Playboy's Playmate of 
the yeah!"

Maggie Mae must have known that a startled Philip would be astonished at 
this latest revelation.  Therefore she stuck another pose, reminiscent of a 
Playboy model.

She continued on with her prisoner.  "That's right.  I have the goods an ah'm 
gonna use  em.  No man can resist this face and body.  Ah can twist any 
man, just like I did you an' Daddy.  When ah get famous and get my own 
money, nobody can ever hurt me again.  An' you'll be along for the entire 
ride . . . seein' it and feelin' it like I do!"

Then came the last, most devastating revelation.

"Y'all gave me the perfect means to make this lil' arrangement permanent, 
Philip.  That's right!  Ah can access yoah memories and knowledge just as 
y'all did sweet lil' Magnolia's.  All ah gotta do is persuade her to stay just 
where she is.  Ain't gonna be too hard.   Course, ah'm gonna keep you 
around just as you are.  With yoah knowledge of what men like, ah'm gonna 
be the best little stripper out west.  All of the boys won't be able to resist a 
Southern Belle like me!"

Inside their shared body, Philip screamed and screamed.

**********
 
Maggie Mae utilized the cellular phone to call her the other half of her soul, at 
Philip's lab, once she was on the road again.  Her dark blonde tresses were 
whipping behind her in the draft created by the excessive rate of speed. 

While the telephone was ringing, she wondered whether Magnolia would  
even see her.  If she was wise, she wouldn't trust Maggie Mae farther than 
she could throw her.

"Hmmmmm?" she mused aloud.  "Ah'd bettuh use subterfuge until ah get 
inside the lab.  After all, she is just a man now, and is as stupid as any man.  
When push comes to shove, she'll think with her lower head just like any 
man."

For now it would be best to imitate the pathetic Philip.  She smirked. What a 
poor excuse for a woman . . . even the real Magnolia's persona was 
preferrable!

Maggie Mae heard somebody pick up the receiver on the other end.  It was 
followed by the familiar "Hello" of Philip Krucek's real voice. 

Maggie Mae squealed, in her best imitation of Philip, "Please change me 
back! Ah'm going crazy! Ah don't know who ah am any more." 

There was a long pause.  Then thinking it was Philip, Magnolia stated 
confidently, "Come on over.  Elizabeth is studying for finals, and we can 
talk."

"Ah'll be right theah!" cried Maggie Mae in a fake panic, just before hanging 
up.

Maggie Mae declared to no one in particular, perhaps Philip who was 
listening from the inside, "That we do, little sister.  That we do.  We have a 
lot to talk about!"

Maggie Mae pushed the gas pedal to the floorboard.  She wanted, no, 
needed, the high rate of speed.  She had to keep this body's, HER body's, 
stress on high until she could get to the lab and get some amphetamines. 
Thanks to Philip, Maggie Mae knew just where they were! 

Good old, Philip. Whatever would she do without him?

 She laughed a silvery laugh that chilled Philip's soul.

What was good for the goose was good for the gander.  Or . . . was that 
reversed now?

Maggie Mae snickered at her own pun, speeding the little convertible off 
toward the lab.

**********

Philip was listening from the inside.  It was the only thing that he could do at 
the moment. What was the old story? He had no mouth, but he must scream? 

Now that he was no longer the operator of Magnolia's body, it was much 
easier to think of himself as a HE again.  It was much easier to think of 
himself as an unwilling prisoner. And what a prison!

This was unlike any prison ever devised by man, and it was insidious . . 
.hideous.  If it weren't for the fact hat Maggie Mae was controlling the 
movements and speech of their shared body, it would have seemed like no 
prison at all.  Well, that would be absolutely true if you ignored the opposite 
gender.  However, lately, even that didn't seem to be so much a jail.

Indeed, Philip had all of the available senses of touch, sight, hearing, smell, 
and taste.  He still had access to input from the outside world.  It was just that 
Maggie Mae, not he, now determined the sources of that input.  Philip didn't 
much care for the source of much of that input . . . wanton and cruel sex.

He now knew why sex was perceived by some as being dirty or nasty. 

No.  It was more like being an automaton, a robot, that had been 
programmed by somebody else.  The problem was that he had been shut off,  
without an effective way to communicate with the programmer! Therefore, 
Philip was nothing more than a silent watcher, whose knowledge and 
memories could be utilized by the programmer as a data base.  This Philip 
knew from his time in control of Magnolia's body. 

Hadn't he done the same thing with the Maggie Mae persona?

Yet, Philip still had the power of conscious thought.  He could appreciate the 
singular horror of this prison . . . to be nothing more than a sentient resource 
by the persona controlling the body.  It got him to thinking what it would do 
to a person to be trapped like this for years and years?  What would it do to a 
person to be let out for relative moments, only to be trapped once more?

He already knew the answer.  It would drive the person quite mad. Mad as a 
hatter.  They would be bitter, dangerous, and evil.  Maggie Mae had to be 
stopped.

However, try as he might, Philip couldn't communicate with her . . .reason 
with her.  Why couldn't he hear her thoughts, and she his?  It was another 
insidious element of this prison.  What could he do? What could he do?

The answer came to Philip upon reflection.  Maggie Mae always made her 
presence felt from within by uncontrollable urges, with the primary one being 
sex.  What if Philip concentrated on a more basic one, one that would allow 
him to regain control . . . sleep.  That was it!  All he had to do was 
concentrate on the sweet embrace of sleep. Sleep, blessed sleep!

**********

Maggie Mae yawned . . . deeply.  Then her eyes widened with the 
realization.  She looked at her reflection in the rear view mirror, yet directed 
her speech to an unseen other.

"My, my!  Y'all are a fast learner, aren't you Philip?  It'll do y'all no good.  
We're almost theah, and when we get theah, the first thing ah'm gonna do is 
take some uppers.  Now don't be so surprised . . . ah've done this before.  
The longest ah've stayed in control of the body is two weeks.  Of course, ah 
had to go without sleep for those two weeks, an' used a load of speed. I did 
it.  The body just shut down from exhaustion, and Magnolia took over again.  
So don't even think about making me sleep.  Ah can do a week with no 
problem.  By then it'll be too late. At least too late for you!"

**********

What did she mean by that, Philip wondered?  At this point, he had no choice 
but to wait and see.  In fact, it would be pointless to reassert control of 
Magnolia's body unless he knew the full scope of Maggie Mae's plan.  The 
only way to do that was to let her have control of the body, and let her tell 
him through actions, words, and deeds. It wasn't a pleasant proposition, but 
what other choice was there?  Philip eased off from the desire for sleep. 

A jolt of pleasure arced across Philip and Maggie Mae's shared nervous 
system.  In response to Philip's gambit.  Maggie Mae had hiked the skirt up 
to her waist, exposing her loins.  Philip felt their finger plunge in and out of 
their moist sex.  They were rapidly building toward an orgasm.

Maggie Mae was taking no prisoners.  She was leaving nothing to chance.

**********

The real McCoy, the genuine Magnolia Howard, heard a soft rap upon the lab 
door.  A playful smile flickered across the masculine lips that he now 
possessed.  It was just that . . . a playful smile.  There wasn't one iota of 
malice or of bad intention.

It was just that he was sincerely having fun playing the part of Dr. Philip 
Krucek.  He was having a blast being away from the complicated problems 
of Magnolia Howard, even though he knew that eventually he would have to 
go back.

It just wasn't right to be the thief of another's body. Only a monster would 
do that!

"Who is it?" Magnolia sang out in a really bad musical voice.  Philip never 
was much of a singer.

From the other side of the door came a feminine voice, with a rich southern 
accent that he knew so well.  Until yesterday, it had been his! Was it only 
yesterday?

"It's me.  Open the doah!"

Magnolia's grin widened.  She especially liked having fun with Philip in his 
real body.  He couldn't bring himself to steal Philip's body, but he could 
make her suffer for tricking him into sex before the Dream Machine  
Magnolia believed that if Philip knew what it was like to be beautiful, petite 
girl, at the mercy of every man's libido, perhaps she wouldn't cheat on Lizzy 
when she got her real body back.

Magnolia believed his actions to be two-fold.  First it would save Lizzy from 
future heartbreak and sorrow.  Secondly, and most importantly, it was his 
first real try at standing up for himself.  Once he got his real body back, there 
were many things to set right . . .  Daddy and Peter being but two.

Then there was Professor Nissan.  He couldn't very well forget Dr. Nissan!

Magnolia opened the lab door to see the pleasant smiling face of his actual 
body.  He was always astonished to see just how small that body was from 
this new superior perspective.

"Well, Magnolia?  What brings you to MY lab at this late hour?" queried 
Magnolia, tossing out another barb that played on names.

The smile of the feminine form fell, only to be replaced by an expression 
deadly seriousness.

It fired back, "Listen!"  Let's just cut the games, MAGNOLIA!  Ah don't 
have the time."

Magnolia's was sincerely shocked.  This didn't sound like the Philip Krucek 
that he knew.  It prompted him to ask, "Dr. Phil?"

Magnolia knew everything that he needed to know with one sharp reply. 

"Dr. Phil doesn't live heah any moah, little sister.  Or should ah say . . .little 
brothah now?"

Maggie Mae eyed Magnolia up and down, pronouncing, "Make that big 
brothah." She touched him suggestively.

"Is that you Maggie Mae?" asked a shocked Magnolia, stating the obvious.  
His hand flew to his head in disbelief.

"In the spectacular flesh, Brothah.  In the spectacular flesh."

As Maggie Mae answered, she walked toward the medication drawer. She 
moved confidently and surely to where she knew the stimulants to be stored.  
Magnolia watched in shocked silence as Maggie Mae selected a particularly 
potent medication, swallowed a few, and placed the remainder of the 
container into her purse.

On second thought, she added two more bottles.  She couldn't be too careful 
in the days to come. 

Magnolia inquired to the back of her former body's lovely head, "Where's 
Dr. Phil?"

She didn't even turn around.  "You don't know?  Weren't you trying to send 
him theah last night, so ah can have this body?  That way y'all can keep his.  
You know as well as ah!"

"Just tell me," demanded Magnolia, trying to sound stern. He folded the arms 
across his male chest to project the visage of being in charge here.

Maggie Mae tapped her temple with one sculptured fingernail of her elegant 
hand.  "Oh.  He's up heah . . . in mah head.  He's in the place wheah ah'm 
always forced to stay."

"You have to let him out.  You have to give him control of my body, Maggie 
Mae," Magnolia protested to this turn of events.

Maggie Mae whirled to directly confront the other half of her being,  cloaked 
and protected as it was in a male shell.

"It's mah body now, and ah don't evah intend on giving it up.  You have 
kept me as a prisoner far too long, dear Brothah.  Y'all only let me out to deal 
with things you couldn't.  Then aftah ah took care of yoah little jams, well it 
was back to my jail cell in yoah head.  Where's the justice in that?  No. This 
is mah body now . . . it's mah turn.  Y'all are gonna help me to keep it! Keep 
it forever!"

Magnolia uncrossed his arms, backing slowly way from the beautiful girl 
with madness in her eyes. "H-how can I do that?"

Any illusions of exerting control of this situation were gone from his head.

"Ah know that y'all are close to solving the conscious dreaming problem 
while walking in another's dreams.  That is the answer to mah lil' ole' 
dilemma."

"How could you possibly know that?  I only told Dr. Phil."

"That's part of the equation, Big Brothah.  What he knows, ah know.  
Problem is, he doesn't know how to control the dreamscape in others' 
dreams.  Y'all do . . . or will.  Ah can't do it alone, so y'all have to help me." 
explained Maggie Mae.

She kept her distance from the male body, although she did strike a 
provocative pose.  It was certain to entice any man.

There was still a piece missing.  Therefore, Magnolia asked from across the 
room.  "So?  What do you want me to do?"

Maggie Mae explained the scope and grandeur of her plan with a few simple 
sentences.  "Ah want y'all to enter mah dreams and merge me and Philip.  
Just as he planned to do to you and me.  The only difference is that y'all do it 
so ah remain in charge.  Philip will only be what he is now . . .an 
information source.  A resource to be used."

**********

Philip fought for full control of their shared body from inside the female 
form.  He had to stop Maggie Mae's insane plan.  He had to stop her.  

It was no use.  He waited too long, and the stimulants were already working 
their magic.  The body's heart rate and stress responses were at maximum.  
Maggie Mae learned well from Philip's example with the valium.

Philip was trapped, and he knew it.  There was nothing that he could do. 
Nothing! There was no way for him to communicate.  He couldn't even 
scream for help. The worse thing of all was the inabilty to scream!

His only chance was the real Magnolia . . . an innocent girl that he casually 
fucked on a whim.  He screwed her just to satisfy his male ego.  Right now, 
that loomed as the biggest mistake of his potentially short life.

Philip would have wept if he could have.  Instead, he could only radiate the 
remorse and sorrow over what he had done to Magnolia.

********** 

"I can't," advised Magnolia, standing up for himself against the stronger half 
of his being.  "I won't do it.  It's just not fair to Dr. Phil."

"Who are y'all thinking y'all are talkin' to heah?  Ah wasn't just born 
yesterday, you know?  Ah know y'all bettuh than anyone.  You purposely 
tried to get me to come out last night at the table.  Y'all were planning to 
merge me and Philip anyway so you could keep that body.  Admit it."

Magnolia did . . . honestly.  "Yes.  I thought about it.  I even started to figure 
out how to control another's dream so I could do it.  However . .. I can't.  
That's a bad thing to do to anyone.  I changed my mind."

Despite all that Philip had done, Magnolia was still true of heart.  
Unfortunately for Philip, Maggie Mae was there to remind Magnolia of other 
aspects that he may be overlooking.

Maggie Mae sashayed over to where Magnolia stood.  Magnolia's stood very 
still as his former body neared.  Maggie Mae laid her hands upon him in an 
effort to be comforting . . . soothing.  She softened her voice considerably. 
Soon it was sweeter than sugar.

"What do y'all owe him, Magnolia?  He tricked you into dropping yoah 
panties at his first chance.  He tricked you into having sex, and cheated on 
Lizzy to do it.  He deserves exactly what ah'm proposing.  No more and no 
less."

Magnolia offered, "But he did try to help me?  He did try to cure me?"

It was a weak attempt.  Maggie Mae was merely vocalizing thing that 
Magnolia already felt deeply.

"Look inside.  You know that it isn't true.  He had no altruistic motives, and 
only did it for self interest.  He did it to get Daddy's vote for the Allen Prize.  
You know the truth, but y'all just don't want to admit it."

"But the cure . . . ." Magnolia started to say.

Maggie Mae interrupted with a well reasoned argument.  "What do y'all need 
a cure for it you keep that body, Magnolia?  The problems with Daddy, 
Petuh, Dr. Nissan . . . all gone.  Daddy and Petuh will nevuh be able to hurt 
you evah again.  Nobody will because you will be big and strong.  A man."

Her arguments were starting to get through to the new man.  Magnolia was 
starting to waiver, as evidenced by the eyes rolling back into his head in 
contemplation. The temptation was very strong.

"I don't know . . . ." Magnolia trailed off.

Maggie Mae pressed, sensing that she had her other half on the edge.  She 
started to rub his shoulders, and tense back muscles.  It would only take a 
little more to push him over, and, failing that, there was always the fail-safe 
ultimatum.

"What would you be losing?"  Maggie Mae implored softly.  "Y'all would 
still be in the family because you would marry Lizzy.  Y'all love her anyway 
. . . so it will just be in a new way.  You could still be around Daddy.  He 
would just be your uncle-in-law.  The best thing for y'all is that you don't 
evah have to deal with Petuh again.  You didn't like him that much anyway, 
but ah love him.  Y'all don't even have to deal with Nissan.  On top of it, 
y'all get a lovin' wife, and a brilliant career.  Ah'm sure ah could persuade 
Daddy to cast a vote for Philip Krucek anyway."

"But you would still be stuck with Daddy's abuse, and the bad things that he 
does," interjected Magnolia, out of concern for the separated half of his 
being.

Maggie Mae giggled, dropping her hands from Magnolia's borrowed form.  
She took one step away from Magnolia, before turning to face him again.  
There was a look of extreme humor, amusement on her gorgeous face.

"Oh, y'all are so naive, Magnolia.  You truly are.  Daddy isn't so bad. There 
really is a good man underneath it all.  Ah'm sure that if ah hadn't been 
created, he would have stopped what he was doing to y'all soon enough.  Ah 
took that seed and encouraged it to grow into the glorious, wicked man he is 
today."

Maggie Mae's revelation was nothing short of devastating!  She was 
confessing to the corruption of one man's soul.  She nurtured that man's 
latent perversion into a life of sin . . . sin that she alone controlled. 

"B-but he created you by doing what he did to us," declared Magnolia, who 
was trying hard to grasp the ramifications of all of this. 

Maggie Mae had been the demon seed all along!  She turned a good man, his 
father, into an incestuous, abusive monster.  Magnolia's heart went out to 
Judge Howard, for now he stood as much of a victim as he was.  They were 
both victims of Maggie Mae.

Maggie Mae chuckled a devious little evil laugh.  All pretenses of concern for 
Magnolia were gone.  "Who made who?  True, he gave birth to me. 
However, ah raised myself in your head, and momma didn't raise no fool. 
Yes,  ah turned Daddy into the twisted little deviant that he is now.  All ah 
have to do is show him mah ass, and he does whatever ah want.  It was quite 
easy, really.  All men are fools." 

"Don't talk about Daddy that way!"  Magnolia raised her voice.

"Hah!  Y'all still love him.  Aftah all that he did to y'all?" cackled Maggie 
Mae.

"Yes.  He is my father," growled Magnolia slowly.

It was time for Maggie Mae to play her last card . . . the ace up her sleeve.  
Time to stab and twist the knife. The time for gentleness was gone!

"Look.  You better well damn  do as ah say.  Remember that technically, y'all 
raped this body.  Imagine what that would do to poor Lizzy.  What would 
that do to Philip Krucek's career?  Well, y'all can probably guess what 
Daddy will do to you if he found out.  Y'all won't be able to switch back 
from a jail cell, will you?"

"You wouldn't!" gasped Magnolia.

"Ah would, an' more.  Y'all know it.  Ah'll keep taking these drugs until 
Philip's gone for good, or ah overdose.  Ah don't much care, but ah'm not 
goin' back to that prison.  Either way, y'all lose.  Y'all don't have any other 
choice.  Ah didn't want to do it this way, but what could I do?"

A new facet to the crisis entered the picture.  It was an aspect of this strange 
body swap that only Magnolia could know.

"You don't understand, Maggie Mae.  I can't stay like this, even though I'm 
tempted or might want to.  You can't feel it because Philip's inside of you, 
but half of my soul is gone.  You.  I feel this huge void there . . . a 
nothingness.  Nobody can survive with half of your spirit gone.  Don't you 
care about me?"

Maggie Mae didn't have to answer the question.  The both knew the 
unspoken answer.

"The choice is yoahs.  Half of yoah soul gone in a jail cell, or half gone 
enjoying all of the things that Philip has.  You'll be no bettuh than those co-
dependent bleedin' hearts, but y'all be free. Choose!"

Maggie Mae's eyes burned holes through Magnolia's borrowed body.  Her 
hatred for Magnolia, her captor for all of these years, plainly evident. 

"Okay.  I'll do it," Magnolia whispered, resigned to the inevitable.

"Good!  Ah knew y'all would see the light.  Smile.  Everything is gonna be 
all right.  Everything will be much bettuh now."

Magnolia didn't smile, which prompted Maggie Mae to come over and touch 
him gently again.

"Why so glum, Big Brothah?  Y'all get to be a man now."

With dour expression, Magnolia answered, "You've made me a murderer.  I 
have to kill Dr. Phil.."

Maggie Mae tried to encourage her male counterpart to join in a friendly 
smile.  "Y'all not killing him.  Not really.  He'll always be a part of me.  He 
just won't be capable of conscious, independent thought any moah.  Believe 
me, it's a lot bettuh than wheah he is now."

That much was true.  There was a moment of silence.

Maggie Mae concentrated on the matter at hand, "How long will it take y'all 
to perfect the technique."

Magnolia sighed.  "A few days . . . probably a week."

Maggie Mae mentally calculated the amount of drugs that she had.  It would 
do.

"Ah can make it.  Ah'll just have to party until then." 

Magnolia pushed the girl's hands away.  "Wait a minute.  What about the 
tests?"

"Big Brothah, ah don't need to pass no tests wheah ah'm goin'.  Ah don't 
need any school, just this body and face.  THAT is what is gonna make me 
rich!"

That wasn't enough to dissuade Magnolia.  "But Daddy's reputation. You'll 
ruin it."

"He'll get over it.  What do y'all care anyway?  That's right, you still love 
him.  Well tough.  Ah aint studyin' for no test."

Magnolia put her foot down, surprising even Maggie Mae.  "No passing 
grade, no merger.  Those are my terms, take them or leave them.  I won't see 
Daddy ruined."

"Well, well.  So the little weakling finally grew a backbone?  Very well, if 
that's what it'll take.  Fine.  Besides, Daddy'll have a hard enough time 
dealin' with what ah have planned for myself.  Ah'll give y'all what you 
want, but no tricks.  Heah?"

"Yeah.  Sure . . . no problem."

Maggie Mae started to rub Magnolia's crotch.  "See?  Bein a man agrees with 
you.  Has Lizzy given y'all a blow job yet?"

Magnolia shook his head in the negative.  Emphatically.

"What a shame.  Ah know what it feels like from Philip's memories in heah.  
Ah'm sure you do too.  Nothing like the real thing though. It's just a dream 
shadow to the real thing."

Maggie Mae dropped to her knees in front of Magnolia.  She unzipped his fly 
and lowered his trousers to discover an erect member standing at full 
attention.  Her mouth closed over Magnolia's manhood.  Her head began to 
vigorously bob up and down.

Magnolia put his hand on the back of his former head.  His fingers 
intertwined with the girl's long hair, even as he forced her head down 
further.

**********

Now Philip knew everything.  It didn't do him any good.  Even now, his 
persona was lost inside the incredible, glorious sensations that he was 
receiving from Magnolia's female body.

He was drowning in a sensual sea! 

**********

Elizabeth looked up when she saw the person that she believed to be 
Magnolia enter.  Her eyes sought those of her roommate to determine how 
she fared at the dinner.

Little could she imagine that the small girl before her was an alternate rogue 
personality of her cousin.  There was no way that Elizabeth could ever guess 
that this attractive woman just came from sexually satisfying her real cousin, 
who was currently occupying the body of her fiancee. 

You almost needed a scorecard to keep track of who was who!

Elizabeth's fiancee, Philip, was currently imprisoned deep within the body of 
Magnolia Howard.

In anticipation of seeing Elizabeth, and to allay any suspicions of being with 
the man believed to be Philip, Maggie Mae produced tears on demand.  Prior 
to entry into their room, she cried a river so that her make up streaked her 
smooth cheeks.

Elizabeth saw that her cousin was crying, rushing to her side.  She put her 
arms around Maggie Mae.

"Was it bad ?  I mean dinner with your Daddy?" asked Elizabeth out of 
genuine concern.

Maggie Mae smirked inwardly.  The fool was so distracted over the plight of 
her cousin that she didn't even notice her beloved's cologne on Maggie Mae's 
person.  However, Maggie Mae did not demonstrate that superior, smug 
attitude.

Instead, she wiped away the ruined make up with the back of her petite 
hands, sobbing,  "I got through it."

"Then why all of the tears, Magnolia?"

"Daddy's so demandin' with mah grades.  He's puttin' such pressure on 
me."

Maggie Mae's plan was to make Elizabeth so concerned that she would end 
up practically reaching her all that she needed to know to pass the stupid 
tests.  That would dramatically reduce any studying time.  Coincidently, it 
would proportionately increase the time to party!

Elizabeth nodded, as if to understand the smaller girl's plight. "Well let's get 
back to studying.  With my help, I'll have you up to speed in no time. I'll 
even give up a sexy evening with Philip to make sure you get it. Not a fair 
trade, but I'll do anything for my cousin."

Elizabeth embraced Maggie Mae, who embraced her back.  From her vantage 
point, Elizabeth was in no position to see Maggie Mae's wicked grin.

Maggie Mae thought, the nominees for best actress are . . . .

However, what she cried was, "Oh, Lizzy!  Y'all are just the best.  Ah don't 
know how ah can evah repay you."

Elizabeth pushed the girl away just slightly so that she could look down into 
her eyes.  Maggie Mae quickly transformed her expression into that of fear.

"If you pass the test, it'll be payment enough.  I'll spend every hour that I'm 
not busy with my own work here with you cramming.  I'll even teach you if I 
have to!"

Hook, line, and sinker.

Maggie Mae mused to herself, and I'll spend the time that I'm not here with 
you having fun.  Something tells me that I'm gonna be a baaaaaaaaad little 
girl!  Lizzy would  skin me if she know I just seduced her fiancee! 
 
Maggie Mae feigned being able to concentrate.  She shed fake tears over how 
hard it was to grasp some of the things, despite Dr. Phil's treatment.  Each 
time that she did, it prompted Elizabeth to come over and practically spoon 
feed her the subjects to be tested.

By the end of the night, Maggie Mae had Elizabeth well conditioned to 
respond to her faux tears and sobs.  It was so easy.   Elizabeth even started to 
neglect her own studies just so that she could teach Maggie Mae hers.

Elizabeth was a tailor-made tutor.  Too bad I can't get her to actually take 
these stupid tests, grumbled the stand in Magnolia in her head.

Fortunately, with Philip's intelligence added to her own, Maggie Mae found 
it simplicity to retain nearly everything that Elizabeth taught her.  Taught was 
perhaps the wrong word for the strange situation because the knowledge was 
already there in Philip's persona to be accessed.

It was more like a refresher course, bring that information to the fore.

When 2:00 a.m. rolled around, Maggie Mae felt very confident that the tests 
would be no problem.  All that it would take would be these nightly tutoring 
sessions with Elizabeth, and everything would fall perfectly into place.

The remainder of the time was hers to play.  Speaking of which, Elizabeth 
soon begged off further study, citing fatigue.  She started to ready herself for 
bed, but not before Maggie Mae extracted the promise that they would pick 
this up tomorrow night.

Meanwhile, Maggie Mae fibbed that she was going to continue her studies in 
the another part of the sorority.  She explained that she didn't want to keep 
Elizabeth up by having the lights on.  Naturally, Elizabeth had no reason to 
doubt her apparent cousin's story.

Indeed, she commented, between two yawns, "You know, Magnolia?  I 
think Philip's machine did help y'all.  I've never seen you this interested in 
studying before.  Y'all seem to be a lot more stable."

Maggie Mae forced herself to give Elizabeth a tender embrace, "Ah feel like a 
whole new woman!"

They both laughed, albeit for different reasons.

No sooner were the lights out, and Maggie Mae exited their shared room, 
than she dashed out into the night.  There had to be a bar open somewhere!

She popped a few more stimulants into her system to keep her intangible 
prisoner still locked away.

**********

When does a drowning man surrender to the void?  At what moment does a 
drug addict embrace the inevitable?

All of these points, and more, were Philip's to ponder over the ensuing days.

It would be so easy, he thought for what must have been the one millionth 
time.  Or was it one billionth time?  Nevertheless, the very idea attempted to 
seduce him yet one more time.  It would be so easy to just let go, and become 
one with Maggie Mae.

Even as hour upon hour of drug induced sleeplessness exhausted their shared 
body, the constant onslaught of pleasurable sensations, from the endless 
supply of men that she picked up, assailed his mind.

Wasn't that her purpose all along?  She said as much to Magnolia that night in 
the lab just one week ago.  If Maggie Mae couldn't force the merger herself, 
barring the help of Magnolia, then she would surely perish from an overdose.

So it was, over the next seven days, that Philip learned the secret life of 
bimbos, from the inside out.  

Each morning, Maggie Mae departed the sorority, and, of course, Elizabeth, 
bookbag in hand, and clad in Magnolia's most conservative attire.  She 
professed to be off to the library for a day of studying.  Fortunately, for 
Maggie Mae, formal classes were done, and all that remained was the study 
interval prior to finals.

The carefully crafted illusion worked well for Maggie Mae.  While everybody 
believed Magnolia was in the library studying, Maggie Mae changed her 
clothes into something decidedly more risque in the ladies' restroom.  
Thereafter, she embarked on a day of fun and frolic.

The books she left in s strategically chosen carel.  They open books, notepad 
and pen, and jacket slung across the chair created the image of a student out 
looking for a book . . . or other article of academia.  Naturally, Maggie Mae 
left the book bag, refilled with Magnolia's conservative clothes, also slung 
over the back of the chair.

The great thing about a college town was that you could always find seniors, 
jocks, or other assorted partiers in the bars at all hours of the day and night.  
For some reason, lost in antiquity, that truism seemed to be more so during 
the finals period.  Thus, it was never very hard for Maggie Mae to stir up 
some type of action . . . some type of trouble.

Maggie Mae was mindful to neither drink nor smoke.  She did not partake of 
marijuana either.  Those vices were in some way, shape or form a substance 
that was a bodily depressant, and she wasn't about to let Philip out of the bag 
this close to victory.  There would be plenty of time for her to indulge those 
particular items after the merger.

For now, all that was important was to keep their shared body's stress levels 
cranked up to the maximum through the use of stimulants, and a never ending 
stream of sexual encounters.

With Maggie Mae directing the action, Magnolia's body attracted, and picked 
up, on the average of 3 or 4 guys a day!  On the slow days, Maggie Mae 
would visit Peter at the office for a little tete a tete. And THAT had an even 
farther reaching secondary effect.  News of Magnolia's sexual liaisons with 
Peter, when she should be studying always got back to the Judge . . . most 
likely via Peter himself.  The Judge . . . Daddy . . . naturally demanded an 
audience and explanation, following which, he administered his "Special 
Punishment."

All of the while, Maggie Mae played Peter's loose tongue and Daddy's wrath 
like a virtuoso!  The rest of the men she played with consummate skill.  She 
played the part of the dim witted, over sexed bimbette like she was born to it.  
Each time, Maggie Mae drew from Philip's reservoir of knowledge of what 
men wanted to hear . . . how they wanted to be touched.

Consequently, Maggie Mae spent the daylight hours sucking and fucking guy 
after guy, in every conceivable position.  She may have even invented a few.  
She spent hours and hours sucking and fucking in every conceivable place, 
from very private to extremely public.  Where Maggie Mae was concerned, 
nothing was taboo.  Nothing was out of bounds.

Early in the week, Maggie Mae, completely by accident, had someone fuck 
her tits, spilling his seed all over her face and chest.  That, in turn, produced 
an extremely strong feeling of revulsion and disgust from Philip on the 
inside.  Maggie Mae immediately picked up on that feeling, and thereafter 
bade each successive man to fuck her a least once between the big boobs!  
Maggie Mae thrilled to it, even as Philip despaired.

Each move by Maggie Mae was meant to push Philip even more.  Each new 
encounter was meant to shred his individuality and sense of self.  Maggie 
Mae knew, from her time on the inside, that the urge to let go, to become one 
with the controlling person, was very strong.  The thoughts to release that 
which makes one special unto themself was so . . . tempting and teasing.

So it was that such an idea emerged within Philip's besieged mind.  It would 
be so easy to surrender to the pleasures of the flesh that Maggie Mae could 
provide.  It would be so easy.  He wouldn't have to worry about anything 
ever again, never know grief or sorrow.  He would have no responsibilities 
or obligation that came with being in control.  For that matter, he would never 
even have to think again.  There would only be glorious sensations, thrills of 
being loved over and over again.  Even the feeling of a man sliding in 
between big boobs to cum on their shared face and chest had become . . . 
intoxicating.

Yes.  It would be so easy, and he wanted to surrender, and merge with 
Maggie Mae.  Philip wanted to become closer to her than two lovers ever 
could.  They would be two individuals merged into one.  It was so hypnotic . 
. . so inviting.

However, each time that Philip stood upon that precipice, some unseen hand 
pulled him back.  Something, some small willpower that yet remained of 
him, pulled him back.  It kept his individual persona alive.

Each day, as the dinner hour approached, Maggie Mae returned to the library 
carel.  Their shared bodily senses, their very nerve endings, were on fire 
from the days' debauchery.  However, the erotic activity was not  enough to 
flay the flesh of Philip's consciousness from the bones of his accumulated 
knowledge.  Each successive day frustrated Maggie Mae all of the more.

That frustration only served to make the liberated evil persona double, and 
redouble, her efforts to erode Philip's consciousness in a tidal wave of 
erotica.

Maggie Mae redressed in Magnolia's clothing, collected the rest of 
Magnolia's . . . now her . . . belongings, and tramped back to the sorority 
house.  Once there, she conversed with the other sisters, including Elizabeth, 
as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  She carried on the illusion of studying 
diligently all day long in the library.

All of the sisters were suitably impressed at the apparent Magnolia's studious 
turnabout.  None were moved as much as Elizabeth . . . just as Maggie Mae 
planned.  When the retired to their room after dinner, Maggie Mae broke 
down into fake tears, claiming that she still didn't understand any of her 
subjects, despite her efforts.  Elizabeth was so well trained and conditioned 
by that time that she just opened the books, and began to spoon feed her 
distraught cousin.

Again, once Elizabeth tired, and was forced to seek the embrace of sleep, 
Maggie Mae begged off, stating that she would continue her studies 
elsewhere.  From there, she changed into her best "fuck me" shoes and short 
skirt.  Maggie Mae traipsed out into a new round of ribald revelry. 

It was an ever escalating round of ribald revelry too!  Fueled by the inability 
to vanquish Philip, and the infusion of more stimulants, Maggie Mae 
continued to raise the stakes.  She began to locate every fetish or swinger's 
club in the area.  The two intertwined personas explored the world of 
bondage, sadism, masochism, and just about every fetish that the mind could 
imagine.

Even a night as a subservient woman clad in a skimpy French maid's outfit 
was not enough to break the dwindling will of Philip.  Not even another night 
in a dog collar and leash was enough.  However, truth be told, as Maggie 
Mae took man after man into every orifice of their body, Philip was hanging 
onto that precipice to oblivion with one fingernail of one finger of one hand!

Still, there was that unseen force that pulled his persona back from the brink, 
even though he now looked forward to the feeling of being penetrated.  After 
six days and seven nights of this, he wanted to surrender to the void.  Philip 
did not want to give up this feeling of utter femininity.

What is it that tears a man apart, yet holds him together?  What is it?  It is his 
soul!

So Philip plumbed the depths of that soul.  He took that journey seldom 
endeavored by anyone, that of self discovery.  He needed to find the truth of 
what kept pulling him back from the brink of oblivion.  Philip found his soul 
laid bare, as the actions of Maggie Mae had efficiently stripped it of all 
inconsequential, immaterial, or irrelevant things.  What he saw was one hand 
reaching out . . . Elizabeth's hand.

That is when Philip knew what saved him.  It was his unwillingness, through 
it all, to surrender the true love of a good woman.  In the end, nothing 
mattered except love.  No prize, no job or position, and not even the affection 
of any other beautiful woman . . . even Magnolia . . . mattered!  There was 
only one thing.  Love.

Yes.  It would have been so easy to surrender to the void.  Much TOO easy!  
Fighting for what truly matters is the hard thing, but it is the right thing to do.

Therein lay the answer to Philip's dilemma.  He knew how to beat Maggie 
Mae.

As Philip looked out through Magnolia's eyes, under the control of Maggie 
Mae, at Professor Nissan handing out the test, he divined the sad truth of his 
prison.  In that prison, Maggie Mae turned the lack of any true love into rage.  
She twisted it into the almost nymph-like pursuit of another's touch.  
Magnolia turned the loss of love into denial of her true self.  Philip used the 
prison to discover what really mattered to him . . . the salvation of love.

Yes, love was the answer, and now all he had to do was await the 
dreamscape.

********** 

Professor Nissan approached Maggie Mae, and he handed her a test booklet, 
never realizing who it was.  However, as his eyes followed down his 
extended arm to the very end, his eyes beheld a glorious bosom poorly 
disguised behind a conservative peasant blouse.

Nissan knew instinctively that he was once again in the presence of the small 
girl who haunted all of his sexual fantasies.  He took a deep breath, inhaling 
even the scent of her.

His countenance was one of irritation.

Unfortunately, like most academics, the intellectual side of Nissan's 
personality blossomed and flourished at the expense of his social and 
emotional side.  Emotionally speaking, Thomas Nissan was no more 
developed than an adolescent boy!

On top of that, he was not a handsome man.  Quite the contrary.  Professor 
Nissan was what a portion of his students would call a "geek."  His half 
Japanese, half American, heritage appealed to no woman, let alone a beauty 
of the level of Magnolia Howard.  Nissan's pear shaped body, balding head, 
and bespecaled eyes were not the paradigm of the masculine ideal.  In fact, he 
looked exactly like Eric Bloodstone!

Nissan was still a virgin at the age of 43.

The totality of his circumstances made Nissan quite the bitter man.  The 
bottom line was that he just wasn't good around people, especially women.  
The more beautiful the woman, the worse his behavior.  Much like a small 
boy dipping a young girl's pigtails into an inkwell to express his affection, so 
to did Tom Nissan, in his own way, with Magnolia Howard.

It was all about getting her attention.

All of these things Philip knew.  The rest he gleaned from the look in 
Nissan's eyes.  Therefore, all of that knowledge was Maggie Mae's to utilize.  
Although Philip sympathized with Nissan's own demons, it still didn't justify 
his behavior to poor Magnolia Howard.

Nissan never once stopped to consider how he may be damaging the psyche 
of a young innocent girl.  He needed to be put into his place.

For once, Philip didn't regret that Maggie Mae had access to the knowledge 
contained within the vessel of his persona.  That information combined with 
her hubris was the perfect weapon to take Nissan down one peg.  If  he could 
only communicate with her!

Then Philip suddenly remembered the sensation of sleep that he made her 
experience that first night that she took over.  He may not be able to 
communicate with her directly, but empathic understanding may just prove to 
be enough!  Philip pooled all of his scattered emotions into projecting a 
feeling of disgust . . . no . . . righteous indignation at the homely Professor.

He projected to Maggie Mae the need for justice.

"Why, Miss Howard? You're in good spirits today.  Resigned to flunking?"  
Nissan said with his usual arrogant sneer.

Philip's projection of emotion was successful.  Maggie Mae picked up on it 
immediately, and with out even batting an eyelash, coolly responded in her 
most seductive voice.

"Why do y'all ask, Professor?  Y'all hopin' to call me up to yoah office for a 
little extra credit?"

Maggie Mae uttered her challenge just loud enough for all of the other 
students in the room to hear.  You could have heard a pin drop!

Nissan's face turned completely red at the comment, and he blubbered to get 
a word out.  No words came.  He never, in a million years, ever expected 
this girl to stand her ground. 

Nissan's silence gave Maggie Mae the perfect opportunity to add to her 
advantage.

"How much do ah get for a blow job?  One grade higher?  Two?  Ah'm the 
Judge's daughter, so ah should at least get two, maybe even three.  Ah am 
good, so ah maybe should get four.  You knew that ah was good didn't you?  
That's what y'all fantasize about, isn't it.  That's what all this is about?"

There was a murmur of snicker starting to build in the room, however, it 
wasn't for the girl as in the dream that started this all.  It was for Nissan.

Maggie Mae reached out to touch the man, just to drive her point home.  She 
couldn't resist adding another zinger.

"Why wait for yoah office.  You can just take me heah in front of everybody.  
That's what y'all have dreamed about.  That's why y'all talk down to me all 
of the time."

Professor Nissan pulled sharply away from Maggie Mae's soft hand.  That 
just made the other students break out in to riotous laughter.

Nissan now looked like a beached fish trying to gasp for breath.  Philip only 
regretted that the real Magnolia wasn't hear to see this.  Word of this scene 
would get back to her soon enough.

"Y'all can't get it up, can you?  Y'all are still a virgin?"

Maggie Mae stood up to move toward the older, obese man.  He didn't stick 
around long.  Nissan threw the rest of the test booklets up into the air to dash 
out of the room as fast as his fat legs would carry him.  No doubt the sounds 
of his students derisive laughter, along with comments of "Wimp!" or 
"Pussy!" ringing in his ears.

It would be a cold day in Hell before Nissan ever tried to abuse or bully a girl 
like Magnolia Howard again.

Maggie Mae yelled after the waddling teacher, "Send in a real man to run 
yoah test yoah pervert!  Ah will miss yoah kindness and smiling face."

That comment, with her entire performance, was rewarded with pats of 
supportive women on her back.  The scales of justice were starting to be 
balanced.

Shortly thereafter, a female proctor came in to administer the test.  She 
explained to the class, "Uh . . . yes.  Professor Nissan has taken ill.  He ask 
me to see that the test I taken properly.  Now if you will all open your booklet 
to page one . . . ."

That produced another round of laughter.

Although Maggie Mae initially frowned at the questions, she set about the 
task of providing the answers like the other students. Philip would have 
breezed, but he wasn't in control.  Still, Maggie Mae accessed just enough of 
his knowledge to get through the final. 

Philip would have guessed that she scored a B- or C+ from his internal 
observations. 

The other test in History got easier.  Philip estimated that Maggie Mae scored 
a B or B+. 

Maggie Mae resisted the temptation to party that night, seeing as she was at 
zero hour.  She had a final in psychology earlier the next morning, so once 
again she baited Lizzy into spoon feeding her.

It wasn't until late that they finally hit the books.  The entire sorority house, 
as well as the entire campus was abuzz with the news of Nissan's 
comeuppance.  Elizabeth was so proud of the girl the she thought to be her 
cousin.

So was Daddy.  For once, he was actually proud of his little girl, although he 
wasn't especially thrilled with the tactics.  That disapproval was far 
outweighed by the disgust that he had for a teacher at his alma mater!

If you only had that kind of disgust for your own behavior, mused Philip 
from the inside.  THAT gave Philip another idea . . . assuming that he could 
manage to escape from his current imprisonment.

**********

The Psych test was difficult for Maggie Mae, and she had trouble 
understanding some of the questions.  The fatigue of a week without sleep 
was starting to have an adverse effect.   She skipped the ones that were 
confusing and eventually finished. 

Philip believed they got a C+, primarily on his knowledge alone.  In that last 
test, Maggie Mae did very little one her own, and was now relying on the 
knowledge that she knew was stored within Philip's persona.

Philip didn't have much of a choice but to co-operate.  He had to open 
himself up as much as possible, as the only chance that he had was to 
confront both Maggie Mae and Magnolia in the dreamscape.  The only way to 
get there was to pass the tests.

Philip's internal knowledge of the test's passage filtered up to Maggie Mae. 
She sighed with relief, even as she smiled smugly to herself.

All the men stared at her magnificent chest.   Maggie Mae may not be able get 
A's in college on her own, but as far as men went, she was an A+! 

Maggie felt so exhilarated, and flushed with success that she let Peter fuck 
her.  It wasn't just a quickie either, but long rough sex.

Philip grudgingly had to admit that he enjoyed it too!  Maggie Mae showed 
Peter all of the tricks that she'd learned at the fetish clubs in the past week.  It 
was a dazzling success for all concerned.

 The final that day was a no flunk course in art.  Philip was positive that the 
managed to pull an A-.

Maggie Mae practically ran back to the sorority to get changed for the events 
of the evening.  Her part of the bargain with her other half was complete.  
Now it was time to complete the transaction once and for all. 

Maggie Mae dressed extremely sexy for the meeting with Magnolia.

Their shared body was already so wet inside from Maggie Mae's anticipation 
of permanent control of Magnolia's body.  She was all aglow with the 
possibility of final merger with Philip that she could barely contain herself.

The final showdown was here for everybody.

Philip, on the inside, projected a feeling of extreme despair to lull the 
unsuspecting Maggie Mae into a false sense of security.

It was indeed going to be an interesting night for all!

**********

Magnolia heard, once again, the soft rap upon Philip Krucek's lab door.  
Finals were now over, so he knew with a certainty the identity of his caller.  
Still, with lump in throat, butterflies in stomach, and hoping against hope, 
Magnolia approached the door.

"Yes?" he said, the sound of Philip's voice now familiar in his ears.  "Can I 
help you?"

"Open this heah doah, Big Brothah!  Y'all know very well who this is," 
exclaimed Maggie Mae, in an urgent tone of voice.

Magnolia sighed, then unlocked and opened the door.  If anything, Maggie 
Mae's diction was even more southern than it was before.  Her speech and 
accent was more pronounced than Magnolia's ever was.  It was an aspect of 
his speech that he'd always resented when he was the occupant of that body. 
It was an unfortunate fact that most non-southerners perceived those with the 
accent as dumb or stupid. It was an aspect that Maggie Mae was utilizing to 
make her appear to be even more of a brainless bimbo!

Magnolia was not surprised to see her alter ego dressed in a micro mini-skirt, 
low cut cropped top, and extremely high heels.  Her dress left nothing to the 
imagination.  It didn't appear as if she were wearing any panties.

Magnolia sighed once again. "Do you have to dress that way?  It is 
embarrassing to see my poor body dressed that way!"

Maggie Mae noted, correctly, "It's not yoah body now, Brothah.  It's mine, 
an' aftah tonight, it will be mine permanently.  Y'all did figure out how to 
control the dreams didn't you?"

"Yes," resigned Magnolia under his breath.  "It's all done."

"Wonderful!"  beamed the petite, sexy girl.  "We can get right to it."

"Not so fast.  How do we know that you completed your side of the bargain?  
The test results won't be out for another week or so."

Maggie Mae tapped her temple with perfectly sculptured nails.  "Philip 
knows.  Y'all can ask him yoahself when you walk in mah dreams.  Ah 
assume that he will be able to talk to y'all in the dreamscape."

That was a very perceptive facet of the upcoming procedure that Maggie Mae 
picked up on.  It was a fact that Magnolia didn't waste any time in 
confirming.

"That's right, Maggie Mae.  He will have an avatar in the dreamscape, just as 
you and I will have an avatar.  He will be able to move around and talk in the 
dreamscape as easily as you or I."

"Then how will we be able to do this, Brothah?"

"He will have less control of the dreamscape than either you or I, as he is a 
stranger to the body.  We, as the natural inhabitants to the body will have 
much more control . . . you more so than I.  Since I have disconnected with 
the body, I will be treated as an dreamwalker.  It is only that I know the 
contours of our own dreams that I will have any control.  Once I an inside, 
you will have to voluntarily give me control of the dreamscape."

"It's that simple?"

"Yes.  However, it is not an easy thing to do.  Most people will be unwilling 
to release total control of their dreams like that.  It requires the utmost trust.  
If you give that control to me, Philip will be essentially powerless no matter 
how little control that he may have gained."

"Then y'all can ask him about the tests, right befoah y'all merge us.  He 
knows that we passed with flyin' colors.  Ah even took care of yoah problem 
with Professor Nissan . . . as always."

"I heard about it.  Thank you for that.  He deserved everything that he got . . 
. maybe more."

"No extra charge, Brothah," offered Maggie Mae, with a triumphant smile on 
her face.  However, she then unconsciously made her first mistake.

"Yoah Dr. Phil helped from the inside.  He's the one who figured what that 
pervert was all about.  Philip was so mad at Nissan that ah really couldn't 
help mahself."

THAT made Magnolia raise one of Philip's bushy eyebrows.

Maggie Mae immediately realized her mistake, and then moved to cover it up.  
"See what a good merger Philip and ah will make?"

Her comment didn't help.  It made Magnolia feel even worse about silencing 
the conscious mind of Dr. Phil forever.  In his mind, what he was being 
asked to do by his other persona was still tantamount to murder! 

Magnolia searched frantically through his memory for some way, any way, 
to stop this abomination.  There had to be some way to buy a little more time 
. . . to figure a way out of this for everybody.  His mind seized upon the first 
thing.

"W-we can't do it right now.  With the amount of stimulants in your body, 
you won't be able to achieve a deep enough sleep to enter REM.  You won't 
be able to dream."

That was it!  It was the perfect solution.  Magnolia continued, "We'll have to 
wait a few hours until all of the drugs are flushed out of your system."

With all of the stimulants gone, and the bodily fatigue, Philip should be able 
to re-take control, thought Magnolia.  If I could just talk to him, I just know 
that together, we can think of another way.  The brainstorm, as well reasoned 
as it was, was short-lived.

Maggie Mae giggled, "That's the beauty of it.  Ah've been off of the 
stimulants foah almost twelve hours.  Philip could have taken back control 
hours ago.  Test mah blood if y'all don't believe me.  He knows as well as ah 
that it all comes down to the dreamscape.  That's where it will all be decided . 
. . not heah.  Do y'all remembah when ah was inside of y'all?"

"Of course I do," answered Magnolia, turning away.  "How could I ever 
forget?"

Maggie Mae now came up behind him, placing a hand gently upon his 
shoulder. 

"The only way ah could communicate with y'all was by makin' y'all feel 
things . . . emotions . . . urges.  Well, Dr. Phil wants this.  Ah can feel it.  
He wants to meet both of us in the dreamscape.  It's the only way."

For once in her short life, Maggie Mae spoke the gospel truth . . . even down 
to the emotions that Philip was transmitting from the inside. 

Philip sighed mentally inside of he and Maggie Mae's shared body.  His 
message had gotten through. Maggie Mae was quite correct . . . he hadn't 
fought her control for the past few hours.  Instead, he marshaled his 
resources for the last confrontation between the three personas.

He wondered how their avatars would reflect their personas within the 
dreamscape.  Philip wouldn't have long to wait, as he heard, with Magnolia's 
real ears, her . . . his reluctant agreement.

"Okay.  Lay down on the table.  I'll get you wired into the dream machine.  
I'll have to use the same dream enhancing drugs that Dr. Phil used on me that 
first night."

Magnolia held up an evil looking syringe.

"Jus' get on wit' it.  Ah ain't afraid of no needle," declared Maggie Mae, as 
she exposed her shapely rear end for the injection.

The dream arrow found its target.

**********

The dreamscape was just as Philip remembered it from that first night with 
Magnolia.  Everything was a soft pink, and warm . . . so warm.  There was a 
light mist everywhere.

Off in the distance . . . somewhere, Philip could hear a male voice and a 
female voice conversing.

More than that, Philip once again had the freedom of movement again.  His 
hands, arms, legs, and other body parts responded to his commands once 
again.  However, it was the familiar sensations of those other body parts 
which gave him pause.  There was the void between the legs, the feel of 
shifting weight on his . . . no her chest, and the brush of long hair along his 
neck, back and shoulder blades.

Philip looked down to see that she once again was within the body of 
Magnolia.  More accurately, her persona adopted the avatar of Magnolia's 
body.  The only thing was that this body was not wearing any clothes.  The 
only thing that could be considered to be clothing of any type was a long, 
flowing piece of white chiffon that seemed to be tangled in and around her 
arms.

Philip heard the voices again, yet this time, they were more distinct.  The 
female voice carried the very thick Southern accent that Maggie Mae adopted 
as of late.  The other male voice she recognized as her own.  It was now 
Magnolia's.

"Hello?" called Philip to the voices.  Her own voice was sweet, melodic, and 
very, very feminine.  It was odd!  There wasn't a trace of a Southern accent.

There was no response to Philip's greeting.  The other voices continued their 
conversation, but the words were indistinct.  Instead, Philip felt a strong pull 
at her being.  It was like some magnetic force or gravity beckoned her . . . 
elsewhere.  It was so urgent, so powerful, like a lover's caress!

Much like a lover's caress, it could not be denied.

Philip ran with all of her might toward the call of the unseen force.  The bare 
thighs of her naked body slid smoothly against one another, and her big 
breasts bobbled with each step.  The white chiffon trailed behind her like the 
tail of a comet.  She didn't care anymore.  The end of this all, the resolution, 
was near.   

She could feel it with every beat of her racing heart.

Philip could not tell how long, or how far, she ran in the mist.  She knew 
from experience that time, distance and space were mutable in the 
dreamscape, and the only thing to do was to roll with the punches.

Eventually, she came upon two familiar figures.  Magnolia and her own 
former body . . . now avatar. In addition to the ever present mists, there were 
gardens, trees, and posts for ivy to climb.  The setting could not have been 
more ideal.  Philip leaned her slight body against one of the columns to rest.  
Even in the dreamscape perceived physical activity could be tiring.

Out of the corner of Philips's eyes she saw mirrors.  They were full length, 
antique mirrors that were interspersed between the plants, hedges and tress.  
She saw herself reflected in one of those mirrors languidly stretching after the 
feminine dash to the garden.

There was only one thing that was disquieting.  Both Magnolia, in the Philip 
avatar, and Maggie Mae, in the other Magnolia avatar, were fully clad.  The 
real Magnolia was clad in Philip's male, if bland clothing.  Maggie Mae was 
still in the provocative styles that she wore to the lab.  Only Philip was naked, 
save for the white chiffon.

"Welcome, Little Sister," commented Maggie Mae with a grin on her sexy 
face.

"W-why am I naked, when you are not?" asked Philip.

"It is so that you have no defenses.  You are laid bare before us . . . 
metaphorically speaking.  There is no way for you to hide before us.  No 
lies!" returned Maggie Mae, smugly.

"Shhh!" hushed Magnolia in his male voice.  He looked at Philip.  "I'm 
afraid that was Maggie Mae's idea, not mine."

Philip protested, "You have control of the dream now, don't you?  That is 
what you were doing without me.  She relinquished control of the dream to 
you."

Magnolia nodded.  "Yes.  That is so."

"Then can't you dress me in something?  Don't leave me like this while we 
finish this."

"I'm sorry.  I can't.  Maggie Mae, as selfish as her motives may be is correct.  
You cannot be trusted."

Maggie Mae beamed triumphantly at the last.

"Doesn't what I did for you with Professor Nissan mean anything to you?  I 
did it for you." tried Philip.

She drew closer to the others now.

"I . . . I appreciate it.  I do," replied Magnolia lowly.  "However, you tricked 
me.  You made me have sex with you when you were engaged to Elizabeth."

"Y'all are bein' way to kind, Brothah.  It was rape is what it was!" added 
Maggie Mae."

"Maggie Mae . . . ." Magnolia started to warn her to stay out of it.

Philip surprised them both by saying.  "No.  Magnolia, she is right.  I raped 
you.  If I could take it back . . . I would.  You don't know how sorry I am."

"Theah.  Y'all heard with you own ears," asserted Maggie Mae.  "She 
deserves to be vanquished for her crimes.  Even she knows this."

Philip tried to defend herself as best as she could.  "I didn't know that you 
were broken inside.  If I did . . . ."

Now Magnolia spoke, "And if I wasn't?  Would that have made it all right to 
violate me?"

Maggie Mae just grinned.  She sensed that checkmate was near.

"No," whispered Philip.  "It wouldn't have made it right."

"Then why, Philip?  Why did you do it?" pressed Magnolia.

Philip answered truthfully, "In a way, I was sicker than you were.  When I 
met you, I had to have you.  I had to be with you.  To do that, I betrayed all 
that I believed in, and all that really mattered.  I betrayed Elizabeth."

That seemed to move Magnolia.  "You seem to have learned something from 
your time inside Maggie Mae."

"I have."

Maggie Mae, sensing that the tide was suddenly turning against her, jumped 
in.

"That doesn't make it right, Brothah.  You know that. Y'all have to choose 
one to be merged.  We had a deal."

Magnolia paused for a moment, allowing Maggie Mae to add a heartfelt plea.

"Magnolia.  I am a part of you.  We are twins . . . sisters.  You can't 
vanquish a part of you.  You . . . can't.  It's not right."

Magnolia looked at Philip.  "She is right.  She is a part of me.  She deserves 
this . . . I am sorry."

"Wait," urged Philip softly.  "There is a part that you have not seen.  It is 
something that you would be giving up if you do this . . . something that I 
have found."

"What is this thing?" insisted Magnolia.

"I cannot tell you.  It is something that I must show you."

"How?"

"Search your memories, my memories.  Merge with me for just an instant, 
and you will see what I have seen.  There is no danger . . . you are in 
control."

The temptation was too great.  The Philip avatar started to become ethereal 
like the mist.  

"NO!" screamed Maggie Mae in desperate protest.

Magnolia demonstrated his complete mastery and control over the 
dreamscape, including the dreamer by gesturing at his other persona.  "Hush 
. . . sleep.  If he is to be silenced forever, I will hear his last words.  I will 
see his last images."

Maggie Mae slumped to the . . . ground?  No one quite knew what the lower 
surface of a dream was!  Magnolia, with another simple gesture, made that 
surface grassy and mossy.  No doubt he did it for the comfort of Maggie 
Mae.  However, whether he knew it or not, he was bit by bit terraforming the 
dreamscape into a facsimile of the Secret Garden.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Magnolia could not resist the opportunity 
for a little levity.  He grinned at Philip, and laughed, "I've wanted to do that 
for such a long time.  I was beginning to think that she would NEVER shut 
up!"

Philip grinned too, with Magnolia's real face.  Then she giggled, "Who 
would have imagined that all it took was dreaming a little dream."

The shared a chuckle together.

Magnolia's aspect returned to seriousness once again.  "This changes 
nothing, you know?  She is still a part of me, and I owe her.  However, I 
have an obligation to see what you would show me."

Philip reached one delicate, tapered hand toward the partially immaterial 
avatar of her former body. "Then join with me.  You know how to do it.  
Come and see the mental images that you have forgotten."

Magnolia's ethereal hand touched that of Philip's.  With that, Magnolia 
dissipated totally.  Philip could still sense the presence of another about her 
dream body, and it was not unlike a cooling ocean breeze. Philip closed her 
eyes to let the breeze blow around her, through her, and within her.  The 
chiffon entangled about her arms fluttered as if there were a real breeze.

Philip felt her long hair lift and whip in the breath of Magnolia's soul wind.  
Soon enough, she felt the soothing coolness in her being, and that they were 
now one.

As if to confirm Magnolia's presence within the female avatar, he spoke 
directly into Philip's mind.

(Ohhhh!  I had almost forgotten how wonderful my real body feels.  I almost 
forgot how light and free that I am when compared to your body.  It feels so . 
. . good!)

Philip closed her eyes so that she could form images in her mind's eye.  She 
did not want to be distracted by the sometimes surreal images of the 
dreamscape.

Philip responded, (You don't have to give it up.  It can be yours once more.)

(No!  It will be . . . hard.  It will be Maggie Mae's body.  And yours in a 
way.  I am sorry for what I must do to you.  Really.  I have no choice.)

(There are always . . . choices,) Philip pled.

It was no use. (Not this time.  Show me what you will so that we can be 
done with this.  It is hard enough as it is.  I will have to carry this guilt that I 
feel for the rest of my life.  Show me what it is that you say that I will lose.)

(Very well.)

Philip concentrated, and formed the perfect images of Magnolia's Secret 
Garden.  The trees, flowers, hedges, and even the blades of grass were in the 
exact configuration that she remembered.

(I-I know this place,) came Magnolia's cry.  His thought voice was a 
facsimile of Philip's real voice.

Philip found it to be strangely . . . comforting.  It was almost as if she were 
back in her own body, thinking her own thoughts.  Unfortunately, in this 
reality her thought voice was a facsimile of Magnolia's, sans the Southern 
accent.

(It is the dreamscape outside, isn't it?) guessed Magnolia incorrectly.

(Look again,) urged Philip in that sweet, melodic though voice. (Look 
closer!)

Philip called forth the visual memories of all that she had experienced in the 
Secret Garden.  They relived, together, all of the joyous times up until the 
point of the intervention of Daddy.  There were scenes of a young, pretty girl 
laughing and playing with a young boy.  The scenes moved forward to where 
they lay side by side sharing a clandestine first kiss.

(The Secret Garden!) gasped Magnolia in Philip's mind.

(Yes.  And who is that, Magnolia?  With you . . . the boy?)

(B-b-bobby . . . .) Magnolia mentally sobbed. (H-how could I have forgotten 
him?)

(You walled off all of those memories.  You denied what happens next, and 
through that, denial of all that came before.)

Philip felt Magnolia's essence begin to slip away from her.  He was trying to 
run, just as he did before, lo' those many years ago.

Philip rushed to reassure Magnolia.  She mind whispered, (Wait.  I am her 
with you.  Would you give up Bobby again so easily?)

There was a long pause, and for a second, Philip thought that she was going 
to lose him.  Nevertheless, Magnolia was still there.

(No,) finally came his simple response.

(Tell me what happens next, Magnolia.  I won't show you . . . but you 
know.  Don't you?) Philip pressed.

(D-daddy . . . he broke me.  He shattered me like crystal.  One of those 
pieces was Maggie Mae, wasn't it?)

(Yes.  It was.)

(Oh.)

(This is what you would give up, Magnolia.  Bobby is out there . . . 
somewhere.  He is waiting for you to come back to him a whole person.)

(H-how?  I am so . . . breakable.  How could I ever . . . .) Magnolia's 
thought voice trailed off.

(Everything is made to be broken, Honey,) Philip told Magnolia.

(All I ever wanted was a love that would last forever.  How can I have 
forever when everything is made to be broken?)

That was a question that Philip now knew the answer.  After the events of the 
last few days, quite well in fact.  She soothed the wounded psyche of 
Magnolia.

(Everything is made to be broken so that it can be put back together again.  
Forever is not something that is unchanging, but is something for the very 
strong.  Forever is for those who can fall apart, and have the strength to put 
themself back together again.  It requires the resolve to renew yourself so that 
you can pursue your true love anew . . . no matter how many times he or she 
may shatter you.  That is the way that true love is tested.  You failed once, yet 
you need not fail again.  True love will always pull the fractured parts of your 
soul together again.)

There was another pause while Magnolia considered Philip's sage advise.  
When Magnolia spoke again, the content was quite surprising.

(How did you get to be so wise, Dr. Phil?)

(It's astounding what you find when someone like Maggie Mae strips away 
all that is unimportant.  She laid my soul bare.  Go deeper into me, feel me, 
know what I know.)

Magnolia did.  He let their individual psyches intertwine so that, just for a 
second, they were one.  He experienced all that Philip did in the last few 
days.  Magnolia traveled to the heights of Maggie Mae's erotica to the brink 
of oblivion.

The journey was . . . enlightening.

(I understand now,) declared Magnolia. (I know what must be done now.)

(If you would do this to me, you would be depriving me of my one true love 
. . . Elizabeth.  You would be depriving her of all that I have become.  So 
too, would you deprive yourself and Bobby.)

(You have truly changed, Philip.   You have grown.  Go.  Leave me.)

(Go?)

(Yes.  You know how.)

Now it was Philip's turn to pause for a moment.

(You hesitate.  Why?  You liked being a girl for a while, didn't you?  You 
liked the smallness and softness of being me?)

The observation by Magnolia was extremely insightful.

(I did.  I just wanted to memorize the feeling of it all, so that I would never 
forget.)

(You will remember.  Go now.  I will always be a part of you, and you I.)

Philip concentrated on separating his/her essence from Magnolia.  It was just 
as Philip recalled from dreamwalking with Elizabeth.  Philip felt his/her spirit 
pull away from Magnolia, becoming ethereal . . . immaterial.

He could see Magnolia now in her own feminine avatar, and it seemed so 
right . . . so perfect.  That meant . . . . 

Philip tried to make himself material also, but found that he could not.  
Magnolia must have sensed this because she spoke for the first time, in a long 
time, in her own voice.

"It won't work, Philip.  Once I assumed my real dream body, I gained the 
last part of control of this dream.  It was the small part that you had within 
you.  I don't want you to assume your real dream body, for it would be too 
upsetting to Maggie Mae.  It will be painful enough to do what I must, and I 
don't want you to linger.  Please.  It would only remind her of her failure.  
Go now.  I have marked the way for you back to your real body."

Magnolia gestured into the distance.  For the first time, Philip noticed that the 
female avatar, that he just departed, was clothed.  They were the clothes that 
Magnolia's male avatar was wearing.  However, as Philip watched in awe, 
the clothes shifted and flowed like water around Magnolia's nubile body.  
Those clothes changed into white robes of chiffon and lace.

Philip looked to where she pointed.  There were bright spots, shining like 
stars, leading off into the surrounding mists.  They were lined up like a trail 
of bread crumbs.  Philip instinctively knew that he was to follow them out of 
the dreamscape.

"Can't I stay?  I want to see," requested Philip, gracefully.

"No," whispered Magnolia.  She walked over to the unconscious dream 
avatar of Magnolia, bent over slowly, and stroked Maggie Mae's hair.  It was 
a tender, loving image.

"This is between my sister and I.  Please . . . just go.  Know that you have 
shown me . . . taught me what I needed to know.  You have fulfilled your 
promise to Daddy and Elizabeth.  Be satisfied with that.  The remainder I 
must do on my own.  You know this."

"Good bye Magnolia.  We shall never be like this again."

"I will remember."

"So will I."

Philip turned, if that is the proper phrase for a disembodied psyche, to go.  
He started to follow the stars out of the dreamscape.  Yet, something pulled at 
him.  Something lingered.  He was a part of both of their personas now . . . 
loved them both.  He needed to see how it ended.

Magnolia looked up from Maggie Mae to where she knew Philip to be.  She 
just smiled a happy smile. She knew that he could not tear himself away.  
Magnolia could have willed him away with nary a thought, yet she did not.  
She just looked down at Maggie Mae.

Magnolia caressed her other's soft, smooth cheek.  "Wake up . . . little 
sister."

Maggie Mae's eyes fluttered open, and she knew in an instant.  "M-
magnolia?"

"Yes Sister.  It's me."

Maggie Mae stood up suddenly.  Her provocative clothes dissolved from her 
body as she did so, leaving her just as barren as Philip once was.  The 
ramifications were plain.

Rather than react violently, as Philip would have expected, Maggie Mae 
began to cry.  She cried genuine tears of sorrow, perhaps for the first time in 
her artificial existence.  It was really quite tragic to behold.

Magnolia learned from Philip what Maggie Mae needed.  He taught her the 
one thing that Maggie Mae never knew.  She embraced her other persona 
tenderly.  Magnolia placed one hand gently on the back of Maggie Mae's 
head, to press it into the graceful bend of her neck.  Magnolia held her like a 
mother comforting a child.

Maggie Mae sobbed, "Please.  It's not fair."

"Shhh.  I know.  I know.  You know this is the right thing to do.  In your 
heart you know," consoled Magnolia.  "It will be all right.  You'll see."

Maggie Mae looked sadly up into Magnolia's eyes.  "But . . . I won't have 
independent thought anymore.  It will be like I never was."

"No.  We'll be together . . . like it should have always been.  I wouldn't ask 
you to do anything that I wouldn't do."

With that gentle pronouncement, Magnolia's flowing robes dissolved into 
thin air.  Now she was just as bare as Maggie Mae was.  In fact, to the casual 
onlooker, they were identical.

"Ah-ah, don't understand, sister!" cried Maggie Mae.

"It's simple.  Just listen, Maggie Mae.  You'll be no more vanquished than I.  
We are two sides of the same coin.  I could no sooner deny your part of me, 
than you me.  We are equals . . . twins.  I need your fire . . .your strength.  I 
love you.  Don't you know that?"

"Love?  Me?"

Magnolia caressed Maggie Mae's cheek now.  "Yes.  I do.  Come with me, 
and let me show you true love.  He waits for me . . . for us.  Let me give to 
you the love that you have been denied.  We will be together as one."

Maggie Mae caressed Magnolia's cheek in a surreal mirror image.  They were 
so close that their loins and breasts touched one another.  In fact, their feet 
and legs had already begun to merge together.

"Really?"  Maggie Mae said tearfully.

"I promise.  We are sisters, twins, one."

Their lips met in a passionate soul kiss.  Their arms intertwined one another 
in a fiery embrace, as they touched and caressed one another.  Ever so 
slowly, their avatars began to merge into the other in equal parts.

That was enough for Philip.  He was satisfied that all was as it should be, 
and followed the string of stars out through the mist.

**********

Philip's eyes flew open.  In less than a solitary heart beat . . . he knew.  The 
feeling of weight, mass, and largeness all told him that he was home.  He 
sensed the absence of weight and movement on his chest.  By contrast, there 
was the feeling of the manhood that he was born with between his legs.

Once again he was Philip Krucek.

The experience of it all was singularly unique.  There was first joy, and then 
a feeling of comfort.  It was not unlike putting on a worn pair of blue jeans 
that fit so well.  It was undescribable.  Nevertheless, there was a tinge of 
sadness there.

After all was said and done, he would miss occupying Magnolia's body.  He 
would truly miss being a woman.  The sacrifice was not too great to be with 
Elizabeth again.

Philip sat up, looking initially to his left, then to his right.  The body of 
Magnolia was also sitting up.  She was touching herself in wonder that she 
too was home.  Whoever it was gazed directly into Philip's eyes, as if 
sensing his curiosity.

"Magnolia?  Maggie Mae?"  Inquired Philip.  It was so glorious to her his 
own voice in his ears.  HIS ears!

"We're both heah . . . .and we're both . . . not," exclaimed the girl.  "It's 
strange.  We're the girl that we always should have been.  I can feel it . . . I 
just know it."

Philip smiled.  Yes, everything is as it should be.  As he started to remove the 
wire leads to the dream machine, he commented, "What should I call you 
then?"

She considered the query for a second.  She started to remove the leads to her 
own body, frowning slightly at he style of dress.

"Call me . . . Maggie.  That's a good middle ground ah think.  Ah believe ah 
can endorse yoah machine.  It was . . . a wild ride."

One thing was constant.  It was that damned seductive Southern accent.

By this time, Philip was back on his feet, moving around, so that he could 
acclimate to his real body.  Even the stretching was a thrill.  It felt odd to be 
so tall again.

"It's a ride that I won't soon forget."

"See that ya'll don't," laughed Maggie.  "If y'all don't treat Lizzy right, ah'll 
be back."

Philip looked her directly in the eye.  "You have nothing to worry about, 
Maggie.  You know that now.  I'm a part of you."

Maggie came over to embrace her friend.  "And I you, Dr. Phil.  I know 
you'll do the right thing."

They stood there for several long minutes locked in an embrace.  They would 
be friends for life.

"Ah owe y'all everything, Philip.  Ah won't forget this . . . evah."

Philip shook his head in the negative.

"You saved me, even though I never knew that I needed saving.  Besides, 
you saved yourself.  The memories that you kept locked away . . . buried, 
saved us both.  You owe me nothing."

"Except my friendship, if you'll have me."

"What now?" whispered Philip, hugging her again.

"Ah have a few things to set right, startin' with mah Daddy," declared 
Maggie.

Philip smirked, "I have a few ideas about that."

"Oh really?  Tell, tell!" giggled Maggie

********** 
  
Six months later . . . at the wedding reception of Philip and Elizabeth Krucek 
. . .

Philip and Elizabeth sat hand in hand at the head table.  To Elizabeth's left sat 
her Maid of Honor, Magnolia Howard, although she seemed to be distracted 
by something . . . or someone.

Elizabeth tried to follow where Magnolia's eyes were looking, but she herself 
was distracted by the renewed din of silverware clanging on crystal. The 
wedding reception attendees wouldn't give the newlyweds even five minutes 
of peace before sending up the traditional call for another public kiss.

Elizabeth turned back to her husband, who was grinning.  If she didn't know 
him better, she would have sworn that HE was responsible for the glass 
banging!

She grinned back despite herself.  "I'd like to know who started this dumb 
tradition."

All Philip whispered, as he took her into his arms for the open mouth kiss, 
was, "Oh, quit complaining Lizzy, and kiss your better half!"

The passionate kiss produced audible "Ooohs" and "Aaahs" from the 
onlookers.  This, to them, was the culmination of a wedding ceremony that 
was more suited to royalty than a mere University graduate and winner of the 
Allen Prize.  In this neck of the woods, the Howards were the equivalent to 
royalty.  The elaborate and luxurious wedding was the societal event of the 
season.

Besides, each of the invitees spent enough on gifts on Elizabeth's registration 
list.  They were going to get some satisfaction out of it . . . damn it!

They broke the kiss to the cheers of the boisterous throng.  Elizabeth's lovely 
brow creased for just a second.  Why did Philip persist in calling her Lizzy.  
Only Philip and Magnolia called her that.  Philip only started to use the 
diminutive of her given name after that dream walk with Magnolia.

Lately, Magnolia preferred the nickname "Maggie" to her real name.

The blushing bride glanced at her cousin, who was STILL distracted, then 
back to her husband.  What was going on here?

The concern brought up an issue that had troubled Elizabeth for the last six 
months.  Philip was more attentive and more considerate than any other time 
in their relationship.  He was more passionate, more tender, more loving and 
infinitely more romantic than ever.

The only problem was . . . he wouldn't make love to her.  No matter how 
much Elizabeth tried to tempt him, tease him, and outright seduce him, Philip 
politely refused her saying only that he was saving himself for their wedding 
night! 

Every now and again, when she really pushed him, Philip would smirk, 
giving her some cryptic comment about having a surprise for her.

At times, Elizabeth wondered if Philip was having an affair with Magnolia.  
They seemed to be unusually close after the walk in her dreams.  Part of 
Elizabeth even regretted insisting that he do it in the first place, but it seemed 
to be a brilliant idea at the time.

Once Magnolia . . . or Maggie, as she now preferred, passed her finals, it 
seemed that she was always lingering about Philip's lab.  Philip even started 
to use Maggie as a dream walker.  He was training her to be an assistant in 
his research.

Elizabeth asked Philip about it once, but he told her, almost as an aside, the 
Maggie was the natural choice.  Other than he an Elizabeth, she was the only 
other experienced in dream walking and lucid dreaming.

Philip insisted with a smile, "And you can't be my assistant.   You'll be too 
busy with your own career and responsibilities."

Elizabeth instantly regretted taking business rather than science.  It was 
impossible to be angry with the man, when he validated her abilities."

"You are going to run the business and financial aspects of my invention, 
aren't you?"

Up until that moment, Philip never gave an indication of entrusting such an 
important task to anybody other than an man.  A very experienced man at 
that!  With such a monumental turnabout, how could Elizabeth voice any 
objection to the growing role of Maggie?

She couldn't, and if pressed, even she would have to admit that their 
relationship and interaction was anything BUT sexual.  It was more like life 
long friends, or . . . brother and sister?

That just didn't make sense.  Elizabeth shook her head, prompting Philip to 
look at her.  The rest of the wedding party were busy drinking and enjoying 
the expensive reception dinner.  

Elizabeth knew from her own experience inside the dreamscape that the 
shared experience tended to make the participants much closer.  However, 
this close?

She cursed herself mentally.  She knew there was nothing going on between 
the two.  She would have instinctively sensed it if there were, just as she 
could sense any other woman's interest in her man.  The hackles on the back 
of her neck would have been standing on end!

Philip even arranged for Maggie to transfer her credits, so that she could 
complete her senior year of school at Johns Hopkins University.  They were 
willing to do anything they could for the winner of the prestigious Allen 
Prize.  They bent over backwards to overlook Maggie's less than sterling 
GPA.

However, he insisted!  Philip underscored how critical Maggie was as an 
assistant to his research, and well, the promise of the sizable grants from the 
continued work on the dream machine were too substantial to pass up.  At 
this point, they probably would have let Bozo the Clown be Philip's assistant 
if that is what he wanted.

The clout of the Allen Prize winner was that impressive! 

Elizabeth squeezed Philip's hand just to let him know that she was fine.  
Deep down, she knew that she was.  Maybe all of this worrying was from 
plain old sexual frustration.  Indeed, for the past several months, Philip 
kissed her with a tenderness that she never knew before.  When he held her . 
. . well . . .  he knew exactly what to touch, and how to do it?

It hinted at reservoir of romantic and erotic skills that were, heretofore, 
untapped.

How could that be?  Up until six months ago, they made love regularly, and 
as such shouldn't she know everything that he could do.  That obviously 
wasn't so, prompting Elizabeth to wonder if THAT was the surprise of 
which Philip spoke?

In any case, she could stand it no longer.  Elizabeth leaned over to Philip, 
kissing his ear . . . with intent.

"Can't we get out of hear, Sugar.  I've waited six months to feel you inside 
of me again.  I want to make love to my husband."

Philip smiled a sly kind of a smile.  He turned his head so that he could kiss 
her full upon her waiting lips.  This time, the rest of the reception didn't even 
have to bang their glass. He whispered back to her, following their lingering 
kiss.

"In a minute.  As soon as everybody starts to dance, we will slip away into 
the night.  I have such wondrous things to share with you this night.  I just 
wanted to see Magnolia and Bobby together."

"Bobby?  Who's Bobby?  I thought that my cousin was still with Peter." 

"Not anymore.  She gave him his walking papers, and I must say good 
riddance.  She was to good for him."

Elizabeth took on an expression of astonishment.  "I didn't think that you 
knew him that well.  How would you know?"

Philip covered by saying, "She . . . confided in me.  We've become very 
close since she started to work as my assistant."

"I noticed," observed Elizabeth.  "Just remember what I told you before."

Elizabeth's fingers mad the scissor-like snipping motion.

That made Philip laugh.  "Not a ghost of a chance, Mrs. Krucek.  I wouldn't 
. . . DREAM of it!"

Elizabeth had no idea why that was particularly funny, but she found his 
laughter infectious just the same.  She found her self giggling along with 
him.

After Elizabeth was able to catch her breath, she leaned over to whisper to her 
husband again.  She didn't want Magnolia, still seated beside her to overhear.  
At the last second, she glanced quickly over her shoulder, just to make sure.

Magnolia was still staring at somebody in the audience as if hypnotized.  
Whoever it was had her enthralled.

"Which one is he Philip?"

"The second table to the left.  He is the tall guy with the shoulder length, light 
brown hair?"

Elizabeth located the man of which Philip spoke.  The vision that met her 
eyes made her blink twice just to make sure that she was seeing what she was 
seeing.

The man was ruggedly handsome . . . no . . . drop dead gorgeous.  This was 
a guy who could clearly have any girl that he wanted.  Although he was 
dressed in a suit, he was clearly uncomfortable.  This . . . Bobby . . . looked 
like a guy who would be comfortable in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.  Maybe 
no shirt at all, Elizabeth mused.

This wasn't a guy who was in the same social strata as Elizabeth or 
Magnolia.  However, surprise of surprises, Bobby was sitting right next to 
Magnolia's father, Judge Howard.  What's more, the appeared to be talking, 
and genuinely having a good time!

Elizabeth had to blink yet again.

"The one talking to my Uncle," said Elizabeth softly.

"The very same."

"How did she meet him?  He doesn't look like someone that my Uncle would 
normally approve of."

"Apparently they were childhood sweethearts.  He was the son of a servant 
that lived next door.  Bobby's now the gardener of the estate next door."

He's gorgeous, though Elizabeth, although what she said was, "And my 
Uncle approves of this for his daughter?"

"Let's just say . . . the Judge has had . . . a change of heart."

That drew a look of utter confusion from Elizabeth.  Unfortunately, she 
couldn't know that Philip invited the Judge down to the lab for a first hand 
inspection of the dream machine.  He was only to accommodating to let 
Magnolia be the one to walk in his dreams.  She was somebody that he . . . 
trusted!  Besides, at the point, Magnolia was technically the more 
accomplished dream walker, as she had perfected the control of another's 
dreamscape.

Once inside, Magnolia and the Judge relived the horror of everything that he 
had visited upon Magnolia.  The catch was . . . he relived every second of it 
from her point of view.  Needless to say, it was a very enlightening 
experience.

At the very least, he now knew how important Bobby was to his daughter, 
for he experienced that innocent joy firsthand.

Amazingly enough, the Judge thanked Philip for the . . . experience.  He 
vowed to not waste this second chance to make things right.  Unbeknownst 
to the rest of the family, the Judge planned to take some much needed time of 
to get some private counseling, and to really get to know his daughter again.

Philip's attention shifted back to the matter at hand.  "I think the Judge is just 
a changed person knowing that his daughter is all better."

Elizabeth had to agree with the statement as phrased.  Magnolia was simply a 
new woman.

The band started to play the first song of the night.  All eyes turned to the 
head table, specifically Philip and Elizabeth.  Even Maggie was watching 
them intently know.  All of the attendees waited for the happy couple to have 
the first dance.

"Would you care to dance, Mrs Krucek?" asked Philip politely.

"Charmed, Mr. Krucek," replied Elizabeth, softly.

The two walked to the dance floor, hand in hand, to the applause of all 
assembled.  The newlyweds started to sway to the slow music, dancing . . . 
so close.  Both of their hearts beat like trip hammers.  Tears flowed down the 
cheeks of men and women alike in the audience.

Never in their entire life had they beheld something so romantic.  Philip held 
her as if she were his own beating heart . . . and she was.

By and by, the dance floor started to fill with other couples eager to match the 
example set by Philip and Elizabeth.  One of those couple were Bobby and 
Magnolia.  

Now that he was away from the table, Elizabeth could see just how large the 
man was.  Bobby was 6'5" of solid, beautiful muscle borne of working 
outdoors, and could only imagine the chiseled form underneath the clothes.  
He literally towered over Maggie.

She must be one happy girl, thanked Elizabeth to the big man in the sky.  
Magnolia deserved to be just as gloriously happy as she.  Philip followed 
Elizabeth's eyes.  He smirked, as if he possessed some secret knowledge.

"We'll be attending their wedding reception before too long."

Elizabeth looked back into Philip's eyes, and giggled, "Married?  Did 
somebody get married today?"

Philip was silent, just admiring the graceful lines of his brides form.

"Isn't there some tradition about the wedding night, Mr. Krucek?"

"I believe there is, My Love!"

Elizabeth whispered into Philip's ear once more, "Then love me now or lose 
me forever."

Philip didn't even say a word.  He tugged on his brides hand, leading her 
from the crowd of people into the night.

**********

They made love many times that night.  The room was filled with the light of 
a thousand candles, and it was scented by the attar of a thousand rose petals 
scattered as far as the eye could see.  It was the most romantic vista that 
Philip's time was a woman could create.

It was designed to inflame the coldest of hearts . . . not that Elizabeth needed 
such encouragement!

Nevertheless, it left her breathless.

However, not more breathless or trembling than their lovemaking.

Philip's experiences as a woman allowed him to anticipate and please 
Elizabeth in ways that she could never imagine.  He knew what to touch . . . 
even the secret places that a woman never tells a man.  He knew when to go 
slow, when to go fast, when to be gentle, and when to be firm.  In short . . . 
he knew exactly what she felt.

All of this skill consummated in mutual earth shattering orgasms.

While she basked in the afterglow, curled into Philip's warm embrace, 
Elizabeth asked, "Was that the surprise?  If it was worth waiting for."

"It was one of them."

"There's more?"

"Oh, so much more!"

Philip reached under the bed to retrieve a miniature version of the dream 
machine.  He handed it to Elizabeth, who turned it over in her hands.  It was 
so light and small.

"Is this your dream machine?"

"OUR dream machine, Beloved," corrected Philip.  "I though you should 
experience exactly what you will be selling."

It had been quite a while since Philip walked in her dreams.  The memories of 
their dream sex came rushing back to her, and the though of making dream 
love, on top of everything else, would be the perfect ending of their first day 
as man and wife.

"Your going to walk in my dreams, just like we used to do?"

Philip took the machine from her hands, and began to set it up.  Now there 
were only two wire leads for each dreamer, one for each temple.

Philip paused long enough to kiss her.  "No.  Not tonight.  Tonight you walk 
in my dreams."

THAT was a surprise.

"Really?" Elizabeth grew very excited. "I mean, are you sure?  You've never 
let me walk in your dreams before."

"I'm sure.  Something wonderful waits for us there.  Come with me."

Philip handed her a capsule.  In prior dreamwalks there were syringes and 
multiple doses of drugs.  Philip had refined the process quite a bit in the last 
six months.  Elizabeth was just beginning to see the fruits of Philip's endless 
hours in the lab.

"It will help us to have a lucid dream.  Trust me . . . it's all right."

Philip tossed the pill into his mouth, washing it down with a sip of 
champagne.  Philip handed her the glass.

"Will you drink from the loving cup?"

Elizabeth followed suit.

He lovers settled down in a comfortable tangle of arms and legs.  They would 
lay in a passionate embrace while Elizabeth walked in Philip's dream for the 
first time!

**********

Elizabeth realized, with growing awareness, that she was laying in bed in 
Philip's embrace.  Her senses told her that she was still in the same room 
where she and Philip made love.  The perfume of rose attar, and burning 
candles still lingered in the air.  When she opened her eyes, she beheld the 
diffuse flickering light of a multitude of candles.

This didn't make any sense whatsoever.  Elizabeth remembered taking the 
capsule, she remembered Philip attaching the adhesive wire leads to her 
temples.  Yet, those leads, as well as the dream machine were nowhere to be 
found.

What was this?  She couldn't have been imagining things . . . could she? The 
only thing which she knew for certain was that she felt refreshed, as if she 
had indulged in a long slumber.  Elizabeth was fairly bursting with energy.

Her stirring caused Philip to stir.  He sat upright, disentangling himself from 
his pretty bride.

"Philip?" questioned Elizabeth.  "What happened?  I though we were 
supposed to be walking in your dreams."

"We are, Darling.  We are!"

"That's impossible.  We're in the same room that we were in."  Elizabeth 
looked all around her.  "This doesn't . . . act like the other dreams that we 
were in.  I mean . . . it doesn't, you know, shift and change like normal 
dreams."

Philip moved to explain things to his bride.  While he did, he caressed her 
gently.

"This isn't a normal dream.  I've spent the last six months learning how to 
make a stable dreamscape.  Every night I learned how to make my dream 
seem as life like as possible.  You'll learn how to do it too, in time.  I can 
even make it seem like time passes normally here."

"What?" gasped Elizabeth in Philip's arms.  "That's incredible."

"You have no idea.  I've learned to stretch time so that 7 or 8 hours of sleep 
time in the real world feels like 14 or so hours of waking time here in the 
dreamscape.  You can literally live an entire other life in the dreamscape, and 
wake up refreshed."

"Wow!  Do you realize that everybody will want to have one of these thing?"  
Elizabeth grew very excited about the possibilities.

"Now you see why I'll need you to manage the business side of this.  Let the 
academicians figure out what the practical uses of this technology is.  I just 
think that we should share this wonder with everybody."

Elizabeth kissed her husband yet one more time.  "This is just so . . . 
amazing."

"You have no idea.  In here, you can be anything you want . . . or anyone.  
It's all under the control of the dreamer.  Let me demonstrate."

Philip concentrated with the control practiced over many, many nights.

Elizabeth felt her skin tickle and tingle everywhere.  It wasn't unpleasant in 
the least bit, and truth be told . . . it was kind of nice.  The sensations were 
accompanied by relaxing warmth.  Suddenly, Elizabeth could feel her body 
start to shift, and literally change it's shape.  

She began to grow bigger, harder, acquiring mass as she did.

Elizabeth looked over to Philip so that she could see what was going on.  
However, Philip was changing also.  He was grow shorter . . . smaller.  His 
changing features had something strangely familiar about them.

Seconds later, Elizabeth knew.  Where once she sat, there was the form of 
Philip Krucek.  Where Philip Krucek sat, there was the form of Elizabeth 
Howard Krucek.  He . . . no she . . . smiled back at . . . him?

Philip/elizabeth spoke in shock.  His new male voice, although familiar, was 
so eerie, nonetheless.  

"W-what is the meaning of this . . . Philip?"  The forced feminization of 
Philip during their last dream came rushing back to Philip/elizabeth.  He was 
afraid that he somehow had damaged the soul of the man he loved.  How odd 
that sounded, even in thought!  "Oh God.  I've turned you into a transsexual 
pervert!"

Philip/elizabeth's voice bore now trace of his native Southern accent.  By 
contrast, Elizabeth/philip's feminine voice sounded as if she were born and 
raised in the south.

Inside the feminine body of his wife, Philip thrill to the feel of once again 
having a woman's body.  He missed it so much . . . so much so that it 
brought tears to his eyes.  Once again the smallness, the softness, the 
passiveness were hers to enjoy once more.  For even though she had 
diligently worked night in, and night out to perfect the stable dreamscape, she 
never once indulged herself with a girlish body.  She saved everything for 
this night of nights.

Elizabeth/philip wanted it to be sooooo special.  It was!

"Shhhh!" soothed Elizabeth/philip, while she continued to caress her former 
male dream body.  Her hands knew just what to do to bring her partner a 
feeling and comfort.

Elizabeth/philip explained gently, "It's nothing like that, Darling.  What could 
be better for a marriage?  Part of the time you will be the woman, and I the 
man.  The other part, I will be the woman and you the man. How could two 
people be any closer than that.  Together, we can show each other the 
wonders of being the other.  No love story, no legendary romance could be 
so epic.  I'll feel what you feel, and you I.  We will truly be one!"

This was all very traumatic to Philip/elizabeth, but how could one ease into 
such a situation?  There was no other way than to do it, and then just go with 
it.  The love that he felt for Elizabeth/philip was still there, as strong as ever, 
despite the change in perspectives.  The softness of her hands had his newly 
acquired manhood standing a full attention.

In short, he wanted his spouse no matter what form she wore.  It was true 
love . . . the truest love.

Still, he brushed Elizabeth/philip's caresses to one side.  This made the new 
woman rise from the bed, to walk away toward a wall of flickering candles.

She faced away from Philip/elizabeth, speaking softly.  There was an 
incredible amount of emotional pain in her voice.

"I didn't mean to hurt you.  I though you would want this as much as I.  I 
though it would make us closer than two lovers ever were . . . ."  
Elizabeth/philip's voice trailed off.

"I . . . do.  It's just that . . . it's so unnerving seeing my own body 
disconnected from myself.  It moves without me telling it to.  It's just . . . I 
don't know . . . ."  Now it was Philip/elizabeth's turn to trail off.

That gave Elizabeth/philip another idea.  She focused once again, calling forth 
the contours of a body that she knew as well as her very own.  In mere 
moments, the shapely naked body of Magnolia stood with her back to the 
man still in bed.  Her distinct outline was silhouetted by the light of the 
candles.

Magnolia/philip's lovely face was a masque of sheer delight.  The experience 
of reacquiring Magnolia's voluptious body was as joyous as the time she 
reacquired her real body.  The weight of the large breasts on her chest, the 
feeling of nothingness between her legs, save for wet heat, and the 
perspective of being so petite were all thrills which words could never 
describe.

In the bed, Philip/elizabeth now was the very image of the muscular Bobby.  
Magnolia/philip could only guess at the contours, although she made it so that 
it would serve both of their wants and needs.

Bobby/elizabeth looked down at his body.  Only hours earlier he'd imagined 
what lay under the tailored suit.   Now he knew for sure, although he's never 
seen such a gigantic swollen cock.

Magnolia/philip now turned to face the man in the bed.  "Better?"

"Why Bobby . . . and Magnolia?"

Magnolia/philip lied . . . partly.  "I saw you . . . admiring him.  I though you 
would enjoy being him tonight.  Maggie is just the natural choice as the 
partner."

Little did Bobby/elizabeth know that Magnolia/philip had always needed to 
quench that portion of his soul's thirst.  She'd felt that way, ever since the 
day Maggie brought Bobby into the lab.

"We can be anything in here . . . or anyone.  We can even be animals."

"You have no idea what it's like to be a real woman.  You have no idea the 
way people treat you or look at you."

"You can show me once we're in your dream." agreed Magnolia/philip, as 
she came to his open arms, even though she already knew much.

Bobby/elizabeth's welcoming gesture signified acceptance.

Magnolia/philip looked up into the passionate eyes of the beautiful man to 
whisper, "Tonight, I will show you what it feels like to be a man!"

She lowered her warm, wet mouth onto the man's waiting manhood.

Magnolia/philip was whole once again.

Fin