--===Sapphire's Channel - Instant Fame ===--
                                 Instant Fame 
                                   by Raven
  *( Note: _Instant Fame_, while a new story line from _M.I.B._ is set in the
   same world. Sooner or later the two stories will merge into one complete
                                   story. )*

 
                                  Chapter One
 

	 Dave and I decided to go down to the "Planet Hollywood" in Coconut
Grove for the evening. It was a long drive, but we hadn't been there since it
opened about 2 years ago. Besides, it was a Saturday night, and "the Grove"
was a happening place anyway. There was the outside shot of seeing a
celebrity. 

	Parking was a mess, just as it always was at the Grove, and I was
glad that Dave drove rather than me. To make matters even worse, the line into
"Planet Hollywood" was very long. However, as we quickly learned, after
getting inside, it was well worth the wait. We were seated at table right next
to Pamela Anderson Lee, and her husband, Tommy Lee, the drummer from "Motley
Crue." 

	Pamela Anderson was even more beautiful in real life. It was
extremely hard keeping my eyes off of her. Tommy Lee had quite the reputation
as a "bad boy" with several run-ins with the law. I'm sure that he was used to
people staring at his wife, but I didn't want to cause a confrontation, or
start a scene. Therefore, I had to steal little glances whenever I could. 

	Let me tell you that pictures do not do Pamela justice. She is just
staggering in her beauty! Her surgically enhanced boobs were nothing short of
spectacular. I got a raging hard-on just by looking at her. 

	At the end of out meal, Tommy Lee, looked over at us and said, "Hey.
Do you guys want to go and party with us?" 

	Dave and I both looked at the two celebrities with a blank look upon
out face. You could have knocked either of us over with a feather. Dave was
the first to speak, asking in utter disbelief, "Uh..... do you mean us??" 

	Pamela chimed in that sexy, soft voice of hers, that all of America
grew to love by watching "Baywatch." "Of course silly. Who else would we be
talking to?" 

	I finally got the urge to speak. "It's just that you guys are, you
know, famous. We're just nobodies. We don't even know you!" 

	Tommy said, "We saw you watching us. We just thought you guys would
like the chance to really get to know us. So......do you wanna? Get to know us
that is?" 

	Dave and I responded, "Yes" at the same time, without even thinking.
We were going to go party with Pamela Anderson, and Tommy Lee! 

	We all paid our bills, and left "Planet Hollywood" together.
Everybody else was wondering who the hell we were to be in the company of such
stars. Everyone had a look of envy in their eyes. Dave and I were just loving
it. 

	When we got outside on the street, Tommy motioned to the valet
parking attendant. He asked, "I hope you don't mind if we take our limo. Pam
and I really hate going into clubs, especially nowadays after that tape of us
having sex came out." 

	"Of course not," we assured them. At this point we would do whatever
made them the most comfortable. 

	Dave got the bright idea of asking about the video tape even
further. "I heard about that tape on the Howard Stern' radio show. Tommy, he
and Robin said that you have the biggest.......uh, um, well, you know what I
mean." 

	Tommy said, "Yeah, well
	 I hate that tape. It's gotten so
hard for us to go out now. People are hounding us wherever we go." 

	"That really sucks........" I commented. 

	I had managed to seat myself right next to Pamela. She was so close
that I could feel her body heat. The smell of the perfume was intoxicating.
Dave sat closer to Tommy. 

	"Yeah it does," replied Pamela, ".........but will be free of it
very soon." 

	"What do you mean by that
	." I began to ask. 

	Tommy cut me off by saying, ".........anyone want a drink?" 

	That simple question kicked off a round of vicious partying and
drinking. Tommy was playing bartender, while I spent my time inching closer
and closer to Pamela. In a short time we were well on our way to being
plastered. I began to notice that Pamela and Tommy were looking at each other
kind of funny, as if they were somehow communicating silently. 

	Tommy Lee, pulled out a vial from behind one of the bottles of
alcohol. Dave was interested in what it was, asking, "Hey.......what is that
stuff?" 

	Pamela answered Dave by saying, "It's cobra venom, actually. Have
you ever tried it? It's the bessst high!" 

	"You have got to be joking......." I said. 

	Tommy laughed, "Actually, she's not. We learned this in India. Just
a little bit is not harmful, and it gives you this incredible rush. You should
try it, you'll like it." 

	"Sorry. Not me..." I responded, looking at Dave. Dave shook his head
negatively, communicating that he didn't want to try the venom either. That
did not deter Tommy Lee, and Pamela Anderson. They took an eye dropper and
placed a few drops of the deadly venom in their drinks. This was the wildest
thing I'd ever seen! 

	Now I've seen people do some crazy things, and ingest even crazier
things in pursuit of a high, but I've never seen anyone take was is known to
be a deadly poison. I've heard of people licking frogs or toads, or something,
to get high. I thought that was psychotic. These people were nuts!! I was
afraid something tragic was going to happen, and could only pray that these
people knew what they were doing. 

	After they finished their drinks, I noticed Pamela moving closer to
me, and Tommy moving closer to Dave. I felt Pamela's manicured hand on my
thigh. She moved her hand up my thigh taking my hand into hers. As soon as my
skin made contact with hers, I got the strangest feeling. It felt as if I was
being yanked out of my own body. Everything was hazy and blurry for a second. 

	A few seconds passed, and my vision cleared. When it did, I got the
greatest shock of my life. I was staring back into my own face. How could that
be? I tried to look down at myself, but I could barely move. The person who
looked like me, laid my down on the seat of the limo. 

	"Wha.....?" I tried to say. Even my ability to speak was affected.
However, I could hear just fine. My voice sounded higher, almost like Pamela's
had. I didn't know what was happening, because it was getting hard to
concentrate. 

	The other "me" said, in my voice, "Don't worry, it'll soon be over.
Very soon you will be dead from the cobra venom. Not such a bad way to go
really. It's almost like going to sleep. The paralysis really is an added
bonus, and prevents you from saving yourselves." 

	"Who....?" was the last word that I was able to get out before my
vocal cords froze up. Still Pamela's voice was ringing in my ears, as I spoke. 

	"Names are unimportant. We've had so many, you know. You can call me
and my companion over there jumpers.' We were both born with the ability of
jumping from body to body. When we do, the person in our new body is
transferred, or jumped' into our old body. We just thought that it would be
fun to be these highly sexual, famous people for a while. That damned video
tape attracted too much attention to us, so we have to go underground for
awhile. No one will miss the bodies of you two. Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee
will be found here in their limo after drinking cobra venom. It will just look
like an accidental death, or suicide. Either way, you'll be gone soon." 

	I couldn't even speak. This....thing, this.......mutant, had stolen
my body. That meant that I was now within the body of Pamela Anderson, and
Dave was within the body of Tommy Lee. Almost as if to confirm my conclusion,
my old body bent over to kiss me on the cheek, and say almost sorrowfully,
"Good bye, Pamela. I am sorry. We have to keep our existence a secret." 

	The new "me" left the limo with the new "Dave," disappearing into
the night, leaving me and the real Dave there, in the bodies of Pamela
Anderson and Tommy Lee. I couldn't move. Soon my lungs and heart would freeze,
and I would die. Even now, `I was short of breath. Things were staring to grow
dark as I lost consciousness. I was going to die as Pamela Anderson! 
        



	 
                                  Chapter Two
 

	 I don't know how long that I was out. However, when I woke up, I
instantly knew that I was in a hospital room. I struggled to remember what
happened to us. How had I gotten here? When I tried to sit up, I felt the
weight of something on my chest. I looked down, seeing a big bulge, sticking
out like a shelf from my chest. That bulge jiggled and shifted as I moved. 

	 It all came rushing back to me in a moment. "Planet Hollywood,"
Pamela and Tommy, and the jumpers. I suddenly remembered that I was now
trapped in the body of Pamela Anderson. Somehow, inexplicably, I had survived
the cobra venom. I needed to find out what happened to Dave. 

	 A nurse entered the room noticing that I was awake. "Oh! I see
you've regained consciousness Miss Anderson. You've been out for quite some
time! You're lucky some fans were following your car, and found you when they
did, or else you would be dead." 

	 I opened my mouth to speak, sure, but unsure of what I was going to
hear. "What happened to Da
	..I mean my husband?" I would have to
remember whom I now appeared to be, and to choose my words more carefully. 

	 The nurse answered my question. "He's okay. He's going to be just
fine, like you. He's over on the other side, in the men's wing." 

	 "Can-can I see him?" 

	 "That's up to your doctor. He should be here shortly. In the
meantime, do you have to go to the bathroom or anything? Is there anything
that I can help you with?" 

	 Actually, judging by the constant pressure in my bladder, I did
have to go to the bathroom.... rather badly! It was unlike any feeling I'd
ever had before. When I had to go before the sensation was almost external,
centered on my penis. Now it was more internal, and a little more insistent. I
was consciously aware of the absence of anything between my legs. It felt so
weird. 

	 At the same time that I was consciously aware of the feeling of
nothingness between my legs, I was very aware of the feeling of big boobs on
my chest. They literally swayed and bounced as I moved. The feeling was
insane, and I thought that it would drive me mad! As a guy, I hated it when I
didn't have underwear on, and my cock would flop around freely. This was 100
times worse. Now I knew why women needed to wear bras, and, barring some
miracle, why I would have to start wearing bras! 

	 "Yeah nurse. I do have to go to the bathroom. Could you help me?" I
was unsure of my center of gravity, having never moved around in this body
before. It was better to be safe than sorry. 

	 "Please, call me Mary," she instructed. "I've seen you in Baywatch
you know. My boyfriend loves you. If you don't mind me saying, you are much
prettier in real life!" 

	 I didn't know what to say. This nurse was talking to me as if I was
Pamela Anderson. I would have to play along, at least for the time being.
Otherwise, if I told them who I really was, and what actually happened, I
could find myself in restraints in a psycho ward. I couldn't let that happen.
The "jumpers" had tried to kill Dave and me in these bodies. News that Pamela
Anderson, and Tommy Lee had survived would surely get out soon, if it hadn't
already. That meant that Dave and I were the only living people with knowledge
of their existence. They would have to try to silence us, to kill us, again.
It was imperative that we not get trapped in an open place like this for very
long. 

	 The jumpers' had no problem, whatsoever, with the concept of
killing. 

	 Still, I had to concentrate on the problem at hand. I answered the
nurse as best I could, "Why thank you Mary. You are much too kind." 

	 As Mary helped me to my feet, she asked, "Would you mind signing an
autograph for my boyfriend? He would be thrilled, Miss Anderson." 

	 "Please...call me Pamela, Mary. No, I don't mind at all." I
wondered if I would write like her, or whether I would write like my real
self. Once on my feet, I noticed that Mary, who I judged to be about 5'8", was
several inches taller than me. I remembered that Pamela Anderson, from her
bios, was about 5'3" or 5'4". I needed some time to myself to adjust to the
height, weight, and balance of this body before anyone really saw me. I didn't
need anyone to think something was not as it should be. That would mean, at
least until Dave and I figured a way out of this, I would have to learn how to
act, move, and even think as a beautiful, well endowed, sexy, woman. 

	 Mary, finally, let me alone in the bathroom. Her constant doting
was unnerving, to say the least. I imagined that I would have to get used to,
for the time being, people falling all over themselves to please me, because
of whom I now appeared to be.......Pamela Anderson Lee! 

	 Once in the bathroom, with the door locked, I spun around to
confront my reflection in the mirror. Even though I already knew what I would
see, the reflection of Pamela Anderson moving as I moved was startling. I was
her to the last detail, the tousled long blonde hair, the plump kissable lips,
the upturned, cute nose, and most of, all the extremely large, surgically
enhanced boobs. They stuck out like a shelf from my chest! The hospital gown,
although it hung loosely on me, did nothing to hide her tits. I was tempted to
touch them, and inspect myself further, but the pressure in my bladder
demanded that I attend to another matter first! 

	 Walking to the toilet, I lifted the lid, as I normally would, prior
to urinating. I lifted the bottom hem of the gown, to expose my genitals, with
one hand, while I pulled down the front of my underwear with the other. I
reached for my penis, in order to relieve myself, but found only a flatness. I
actually giggled to myself that I was so stupid. Of course, Pamela Anderson
couldn't go to the bathroom standing up. I would have to sit down, like all
women do, in order to urinate. 

	 I pulled my underwear, or more accurately, my panties, down the
rest of the way to my ankles. As I did, I noted how smooth and soft her legs,
now my legs, were. I pulled down the seat of the toilet, plopping myself down
upon it. No sooner had I reached this position, than I felt something release
inside of me, followed by a flow of liquid from my crotch area. It felt
so........strange, like I was actually leaking! I had a good idea that it was
probably a woman who invented that term. 

	 The sense of relief was indescribable. As a guy, I've been in those
dire circumstances where you had to go really, really bad. The release from
that urgency, at times, almost rivaled sex. This was much better. I actually
felt lighter, even happier. 

	 I grabbed a wad of toilet paper to dry the moisture that remained
down there. It occurred to me that I would have to actually touch my new sex
for the first time. I watched as those small, fine hands, with the expensive,
sculpted, fingernails, reached between hairless thighs. I could only bring
myself to wiping myself. I couldn't do any more with Mary lurking outside the
door. I hadn't lost sight of the fact that I was actually looking at Pamela
Anderson's vagina. The only problem was that I was wearing it! 

	 I'm happy to report that her genitals do live up to billing. Neatly
trimmed, blonde pubic hair leading to perfectly formed vaginal lips. At this
point, I could only imagine what was just beyond those lips. My new hands did
linger for several long seconds on my....ur.....her legs. I couldn't believe
how soft and shapely they really were. What was distressing was the lack of
muscularity. There was only the layer of flawless fat that makes up all
women's legs. 

	 The lack of muscularity prompted me to look at my arms. Since the
gown was short sleeved there was no problem. They too were absolutely devoid
of muscles, and were very slender. I suddenly felt very weak......powerless. I
wondered how women could survive in such soft, weak bodies. Well, I was about
to find out. 

	 "Are you all right in there, Pamela," Mary called through the door?
"There's somebody here to see you........" 

	 "I'll be right out," I called back. It was still so eerie hearing
Pamela's voice in my ears! The softness, the diction, even the slight accent,
were the same. I wasn't talking like I would normally be talking. It occurred
to me that this body's natural reflexes, it's natural reactions were kicking
in. 

	 I pulled my panties back up, and stood up. The gown fell back into
place. However, before exiting, I couldn't resist looking at myself in the
mirror again. I couldn't resist touching her boobs, at least once before this
was all over. I took the large breasts, one in each hand, and lifted them,
feeling their weight in my hand. It occurred to me that after the initial
shocking sensation of the weight on my chest, I hadn't found it unusual or odd
as I moved around. Even their "j iggling" and swaying as I moved around in the
bathroom hadn't bothered me. Even my hands fondling those breasts felt
maddeningly great. I felt the nipples start to harden and swell in response to
my thoughts and massaging. 

	 Instantly this wasn't perverse fun anymore. I was losing myself to
this body. I was becoming her. I let go of those boobs like they were a thing
possessed! I needed to find some way out of this situation. 

	 I left the bathroom, reentering the hospital room. Mary was now
joined by a well groomed, attractive, redheaded woman, dressed in a business
suit. She was perhaps an inch or two shorter than I was now. The stranger
stuck out her hand to greet me. "Miss Anderson? My name is Dana Scully. I'm
with the FBI, and I'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened to
you?" She glared at the nurse, stating, "If we could be alone for a few
moments...." 

	 Mary was acting very protective of me. However, I looked at her, re
assuring her, "It's okay Mary. I'll be fine. If I need you for anything, I'll
ring for you." 

	 "Are you sure Pamela? It's not a problem for me to stay." 

	 "No. It will be okay." 

	 Mary reluctantly turned and left. As she opened the door to the
hallway, I could see that there was a police guard outside. I wondered what,
exactly, was going on? 

	 Agent Scully motioned for me to sit down, which I did. She sat down
in the seat opposite me. "I'm really sorry to bother a star of your stature,
Ms. Anderson, but it's really necessary. Do you mind if I call you Pamela?
There's really no reason for us to be formal here." 

	 "Sure. I guess so." I didn't have much of a choice, at the present
time. 

	 "Please call me Dana." 

	 "Okay......Dana." She seemed like a pleasant enough woman, although
a little stiff, and businesslike. She was trying hard to put me at ease. It
didn't hurt that she thought that she was with a celebrity that she had to
treat with "kid gloves." 

	 "I must admit that my partner, Fox Mulder, really wanted to
question you. He says he's A BIG fan of yours. I thought it would be best that
I talk to you because he might be.......uh.....a little distracted!" 

	 She was being polite. If I stayed in this body, for any length of
time, I would have to get used to these kind of reaction from men. I could
hardly blame them. I was compelled to get close to this body when I thought it
was her back in the limo. 

	 "Thanks......." was all I could say, that sexy voice that I now
owned trailing off. 

	 "Anyway, Mulder and I are investigating a series of murders across
the country. Each one involves some type of rare venom. Most of the time it is
cobra venom. Your accident' looks like it fits the pattern. I'd like to ask
you a few questions about the person or people who did this to you. We suspect
that it's more than one, because we always find the bodies in pairs. Do you
remember anyone who may have done this to you?" 

	 She had me trapped. I didn't know how I could possibly answer the
question without sounding nuts. What was I going to tell her......I'm really a
guy trapped in a famous sex symbol's body. They would lock me up in a mental
institution, or worse. The only thing that I could do was avoid the question. 

	 "Uh...I don't know. Not really......." 

	 "Come on now Pamela. Both you and your husband were found in the
back of your limo. You obviously knew the assailants, or at least had them in
your car. I'm trying to help you here. These people tried to kill you. Why
protect them?" 

	 "You wouldn't believe me if I told you.......," I said. 

	 "Oh I don't know. Why don't you try me? My partner and I have seen
some pretty strange things. I've learned to suspend my judgment till I have
all of the facts." 

	 I was curious. "I don't understand. What do you mean?" 

	 "My partner and I are assigned to investigate X-files, or
unexplained phenomenon. You would call it UFO's, ghosts, that sort of thing.
We've actually encountered a few genetic mutants along the way. Therefore,
there's not much you could tell me that would surprise me. We just got
assigned to this case because my partner used to be with the violent crimes
division." 

	 This sounded interesting. Maybe she would be able to help me after
all. I replied slowly, "This may be one of your X-files........." 

	 Just then there was a knock on the door. We both turned toward the
door to see who it was. A very attractive dark-haired man, with sleepy doe
eyes, entered the room. Dana recognized him immediately. She said to him,
"Mulder.....what's going on?" 

	 



	 
 Chapter Three
 

	I don't know how long that I was out. However, when I woke up, I
instantly knew that I was in a hospital room. I struggled to remember what
happened to us. How had I gotten here? When I tried to sit up, I felt the
weight of something on my chest. I looked down, seeing a big bulge, sticking
out like a shelf from my chest. That bulge jiggled and shifted as I moved. 

	It all came rushing back to me in a moment. "Planet Hollywood,"
Pamela and Tommy, and the jumpers. I suddenly remembered that I was now
trapped in the body of Pamela Anderson. Somehow, inexplicably, I had survived
the cobra venom. I needed to find out what happened to Dave. 

	A nurse entered the room noticing that I was awake. "Oh! I see
you've regained consciousness Miss Anderson. You've been out for quite some
time! You're lucky some fans were following your car, and found you when they
did, or else you would be dead." 

	I opened my mouth to speak, sure, but unsure of what I was going to
hear. "What happened to Da
	..I mean my husband?" I would have to
remember whom I now appeared to be, and to choose my words more carefully. 

	The nurse answered my question. "He's okay. He's going to be just
fine, like you. He's over on the other side, in the men's wing." 

	"Can-can I see him?" 

	"That's up to your doctor. He should be here shortly. In the
meantime, do you have to go to the bathroom or anything? Is there anything
that I can help you with?" 

	Actually, judging by the constant pressure in my bladder, I did have
to go to the bathroom.... rather badly! It was unlike any feeling I'd ever had
before. When I had to go before the sensation was almost external, centered on
my penis. Now it was more internal, and a little more insistent. I was
consciously aware of the absence of anything between my legs. It felt so
weird. 

	At the same time that I was consciously aware of the feeling of
nothingness between my legs, I was very aware of the feeling of big boobs on
my chest. They literally swayed and bounced as I moved. The feeling was
insane, and I thought that it would drive me mad! As a guy, I hated it when I
didn't have underwear on, and my cock would flop around freely. This was 100
times worse. Now I knew why women needed to wear bras, and, barring some
miracle, why I would have to start wearing bras! 

	"Yeah nurse. I do have to go to the bathroom. Could you help me?" I
was unsure of my center of gravity, having never moved around in this body
before. It was better to be safe than sorry. 

	"Please, call me Mary," she instructed. "I've seen you in Baywatch
you know. My boyfriend loves you. If you don't mind me saying, you are much
prettier in real life!" 

	I didn't know what to say. This nurse was talking to me as if I was
Pamela Anderson. I would have to play along, at least for the time being.
Otherwise, if I told them who I really was, and what actually happened, I
could find myself in restraints in a psycho ward. I couldn't let that happen.
The "jumpers" had tried to kill Dave and me in these bodies. News that Pamela
Anderson, and Tommy Lee had survived would surely get out soon, if it hadn't
already. That meant that Dave and I were the only living people with knowledge
of their existence. They would have to try to silence us, to kill us, again.
It was imperative that we not get trapped in an open place like this for very
long. 

	The jumpers' had no problem, whatsoever, with the concept of
killing. 

	Still, I had to concentrate on the problem at hand. I answered the
nurse as best I could, "Why thank you Mary. You are much too kind." 

	As Mary helped me to my feet, she asked, "Would you mind signing an
autograph for my boyfriend? He would be thrilled, Miss Anderson." 

	"Please...call me Pamela, Mary. No, I don't mind at all." I wondered
if I would write like her, or whether I would write like my real self. Once on
my feet, I noticed that Mary, who I judged to be about 5'8", was several
inches taller than me. I remembered that Pamela Anderson, from her bios, was
about 5'3" or 5'4". I needed some time to myself to adjust to the height,
weight, and balance of this body before anyone really saw me. I didn't need
anyone to think something was not as it should be. That would mean, at least
until Dave and I figured a way out of this, I would have to learn how to act,
move, and even think as a beautiful, well endowed, sexy, woman. 

	Mary, finally, let me alone in the bathroom. Her constant doting was
unnerving, to say the least. I imagined that I would have to get used to, for
the time being, people falling all over themselves to please me, because of
whom I now appeared to be.......Pamela Anderson Lee! 

	Once in the bathroom, with the door locked, I spun around to
confront my reflection in the mirror. Even though I already knew what I would
see, the reflection of Pamela Anderson moving as I moved was startling. I was
her to the last detail, the tousled long blonde hair, the plump kissable lips,
the upturned, cute nose, and most of, all the extremely large, surgically
enhanced boobs. They stuck out like a shelf from my chest! The hospital gown,
although it hung loosely on me, did nothing to hide her tits. I was tempted to
touch them, and inspect myself further, but the pressure in my bladder
demanded that I attend to another matter first! 

	Walking to the toilet, I lifted the lid, as I normally would, prior
to urinating. I lifted the bottom hem of the gown, to expose my genitals, with
one hand, while I pulled down the front of my underwear with the other. I
reached for my penis, in order to relieve myself, but found only a flatness. I
actually giggled to myself that I was so stupid. Of course, Pamela Anderson
couldn't go to the bathroom standing up. I would have to sit down, like all
women do, in order to urinate. 

	I pulled my underwear, or more accurately, my panties, down the rest
of the way to my ankles. As I did, I noted how smooth and soft her legs, now
my legs, were. I pulled down the seat of the toilet, plopping myself down upon
it. No sooner had I reached this position, than I felt something release
inside of me, followed by a flow of liquid from my crotch area. It felt
so........strange, like I was actually leaking! I had a good idea that it was
probably a woman who invented that term. 

	The sense of relief was indescribable. As a guy, I've been in those
dire circumstances where you had to go really, really bad. The release from
that urgency, at times, almost rivaled sex. This was much better. I actually
felt lighter, even happier. 

	I grabbed a wad of toilet paper to dry the moisture that remained
down there. It occurred to me that I would have to actually touch my new sex
for the first time. I watched as those small, fine hands, with the expensive,
sculpted, fingernails, reached between hairless thighs. I could only bring
myself to wiping myself. I couldn't do any more with Mary lurking outside the
door. I hadn't lost sight of the fact that I was actually looking at Pamela
Anderson's vagina. The only problem was that I was wearing it! 

	I'm happy to report that her genitals do live up to billing. Neatly
trimmed, blonde pubic hair leading to perfectly formed vaginal lips. At this
point, I could only imagine what was just beyond those lips. My new hands did
linger for several long seconds on my....ur.....her legs. I couldn't believe
how soft and shapely they really were. What was distressing was the lack of
muscularity. There was only the layer of flawless fat that makes up all
women's legs. 

	The lack of muscularity prompted me to look at my arms. Since the
gown was short sleeved there was no problem. They too were absolutely devoid
of muscles, and were very slender. I suddenly felt very weak......powerless. I
wondered how women could survive in such soft, weak bodies. Well, I was about
to find out. 

	"Are you all right in there, Pamela," Mary called through the door?
"There's somebody here to see you........" 

	"I'll be right out," I called back. It was still so eerie hearing
Pamela's voice in my ears! The softness, the diction, even the slight accent,
were the same. I wasn't talking like I would normally be talking. It occurred
to me that this body's natural reflexes, it's natural reactions were kicking
in. 

	I pulled my panties back up, and stood up. The gown fell back into
place. However, before exiting, I couldn't resist looking at myself in the
mirror again. I couldn't resist touching her boobs, at least once before this
was all over. I took the large breasts, one in each hand, and lifted them,
feeling their weight in my hand. It occurred to me that after the initial
shocking sensation of the weight on my chest, I hadn't found it unusual or odd
as I moved around. Even their "j iggling" and swaying as I moved around in the
bathroom hadn't bothered me. Even my hands fondling those breasts felt
maddeningly great. I felt the nipples start to harden and swell in response to
my thoughts and massaging. 

	Instantly this wasn't perverse fun anymore. I was losing myself to
this body. I was becoming her. I let go of those boobs like they were a thing
possessed! I needed to find some way out of this situation. 

	I left the bathroom, reentering the hospital room. Mary was now
joined by a well groomed, attractive, redheaded woman, dressed in a business
suit. She was perhaps an inch or two shorter than I was now. The stranger
stuck out her hand to greet me. "Miss Anderson? My name is Dana Scully. I'm
with the FBI, and I'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened to
you?" She glared at the nurse, stating, "If we could be alone for a few
moments...." 

	Mary was acting very protective of me. However, I looked at her, re
assuring her, "It's okay Mary. I'll be fine. If I need you for anything, I'll
ring for you." 

	"Are you sure Pamela? It's not a problem for me to stay." 

	"No. It will be okay." 

	Mary reluctantly turned and left. As she opened the door to the
hallway, I could see that there was a police guard outside. I wondered what,
exactly, was going on? 

	Agent Scully motioned for me to sit down, which I did. She sat down
in the seat opposite me. "I'm really sorry to bother a star of your stature,
Ms. Anderson, but it's really necessary. Do you mind if I call you Pamela?
There's really no reason for us to be formal here." 

	"Sure. I guess so." I didn't have much of a choice, at the present
time. 

	"Please call me Dana." 

	"Okay......Dana." She seemed like a pleasant enough woman, although
a little stiff, and businesslike. She was trying hard to put me at ease. It
didn't hurt that she thought that she was with a celebrity that she had to
treat with "kid gloves." 

	"I must admit that my partner, Fox Mulder, really wanted to question
you. He says he's A BIG fan of yours. I thought it would be best that I talk
to you because he might be.......uh.....a little distracted!" 

	She was being polite. If I stayed in this body, for any length of
time, I would have to get used to these kind of reaction from men. I could
hardly blame them. I was compelled to get close to this body when I thought it
was her back in the limo. 

	"Thanks......." was all I could say, that sexy voice that I now
owned trailing off. 

	"Anyway, Mulder and I are investigating a series of murders across
the country. Each one involves some type of rare venom. Most of the time it is
cobra venom. Your accident' looks like it fits the pattern. I'd like to ask
you a few questions about the person or people who did this to you. We suspect
that it's more than one, because we always find the bodies in pairs. Do you
remember anyone who may have done this to you?" 

	She had me trapped. I didn't know how I could possibly answer the
question without sounding nuts. What was I going to tell her......I'm really a
guy trapped in a famous sex symbol's body. They would lock me up in a mental
institution, or worse. The only thing that I could do was avoid the question. 

	"Uh...I don't know. Not really......." 

	"Come on now Pamela. Both you and your husband were found in the
back of your limo. You obviously knew the assailants, or at least had them in
your car. I'm trying to help you here. These people tried to kill you. Why
protect them?" 

	"You wouldn't believe me if I told you.......," I said. 

	"Oh I don't know. Why don't you try me? My partner and I have seen
some pretty strange things. I've learned to suspend my judgment till I have
all of the facts." 

	I was curious. "I don't understand. What do you mean?" 

	"My partner and I are assigned to investigate X-files, or
unexplained phenomenon. You would call it UFO's, ghosts, that sort of thing.
We've actually encountered a few genetic mutants along the way. Therefore,
there's not much you could tell me that would surprise me. We just got
assigned to this case because my partner used to be with the violent crimes
division." 

	This sounded interesting. Maybe she would be able to help me after
all. I replied slowly, "This may be one of your X-files........." 

	Just then there was a knock on the door. We both turned toward the
door to see who it was. A very attractive dark-haired man, with sleepy doe
eyes, entered the room. Dana recognized him immediately. She said to him,
"Mulder.....what's going on?" 

	He motioned to her. "Scully, can I talk to you for a second?" 

	Dana got up, going over to the man. He was much taller than she was.
All the while, Mulder looked me up and down, ogling my curves and face. As
they whispered among themselves, I wondered how the real Pamela put up with
men like Mulder ogling her? It made me a little uncomfortable. They parted,
and both looked at me strangely. 

	Mulder stated, "Let me make this easy. You are not in the right body
are you?" 

	It was like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. It
was too bad that the huge weight was not lifted off of my chest!! "Ho--how did
you know," I stuttered. The sound of Pamela's voice stuttering only made me
sound meeker. I felt suddenly like crying, because I wouldn't be alone in
this." 

	Mulder continued, "I just got done talking to your friend Dave. He's
doing fine by the way, and is anxious to see you. Now I don't want you to
worry. With your help, and Dave's help I think we can catch these.....things
and get you back to normal." 

	"They called themselves jumpers.' They said they can switch bodies
at will. Other than that, they didn't give us any clues as to whom they may
really be. How will you find them?" I asked. 

	Mulder and Scully looked at each other again. Mulder suggested,
"Scully, it sounds to me like were dealing with some type of genetic
mutant.......something that can move from body to body." 

	Scully answered, "Mulder, there's never been anything recorded about
anything like this. I don't know...." Clearly Dana was the skeptical one. 

	"We've seen strange mutants before, the flukeman, the guy who molded
his skin to look like me. There's been others. It makes sense. If the jumpers
cover their tracks by murder, they would never become known. This is the first
time a victim, or victims, has survived. That is something that we can use." 

	Mulder turned back toward me. "First, we'll need to know as much as
we can about the real' you, so that we can track their movements. They don't
know that you're alive because we keep this whole thing quiet. At first it was
because of fans. That is a lucky break. They would have no reason to switch
bodies for a while." 

	For the next few minutes, I told Mulder and Scully who I really was.
They were both really stunned that I used to be a man, especially since I was
now in the body of Pamela Anderson. It dawned on them why I was acting so
awkwardly. Mulder eagerly wrote down everything that I told him. I did notice
that he wasn't ogling me, or looking at my boobs as much as he was before. 

	Still, when Scully left the room, to get the same information from
Dave, Mulder asked me, "As a man, how does it feel to be in the body of Pamela
Anderson?" 

	 

	"Wha
	?" I faltered. Mulder's question took me completely by
surprise. 

	"I asked you, from a man's perspective, what is it like to have the
body of the sexiest woman on the planet?" he reframed his question. 

	I was so taken aback that I had to sit down. "I-I don't know how to
describe it exactly. You couldn't possibly have the same frame of reference.
On one hand it's very erotic, and a complete turn on. On the other hand it's a
pain in the ass, because I'm so small, and weak now. It feels like all of my
body parts are kind of moving around on their own. The feeling of nothing
between my legs, and these big boobs "jiggling" around are driving me crazy!" 

	"Do you mind if I touch them?" asked Mulder, sheepishly. 

	"Touch what?" I asked, very nervously. 

	"Pamela's tits, of course. I've had a thing for her for a long time.
I never thought I'd be this close to her. Actually, I have quite an extensive
pornography collection, featuring Pamela Anderson!" 

	I looked at him blankly. "You must be joking Agent Mulder!" 

	"No, I'm not. C'mon, we're both guys. If you were in my position,
wouldn't you want to be able to touch Pamela Anderson's boobs." 

	He had a point there! I was moving closer to the person I thought
was her, in the limo, with that very thought on my mind." 

	"Yeah.....so?" I replied in that sensual voice of hers. 

	Mulder said, "If the situation were reversed, I would let you touch
her tits! What do you say? I am trying to help you get your own body back." 

	I couldn't exactly argue with his logic. I really was in no position
to bargain here. The more I thought about it, the more I thought, "What could
it hurt, really?" 

	I stood up and walked over to where Mulder was standing. It was
getting easier all of the time moving around in this body. I must be adjusting
to the balance of it. God help me, the body was starting to feel GOOD! 

	Mulder was much taller than I was now. I looked way up into his
eyes. "Okay, you can touch them, but just for a few moments," I said. 

	Agent Mulder took a deep breath, and licked his lips. He lifted both
of his hands to the level of those breasts. I must say that it was very
strange, looking down, and seeing my chest stick out so much, and two large
male hands suspended there, waiting to touch them. He hesitated for a second.
Now I had to encourage him! 

	"Go ahead. Let's get this over with." No matter what, I was going to
maintain a calm, clinical demeanor. 

	That was all the encouragement that Agent Mulder needed! He grasped
both of the breasts in his hands and squeezed. I must admit that it was an
interesting sensation, and completely alien to me, although it didn't really
turn me on. I imagined this is how women must feel when doctors do a breast
exam, palpitating for lumps. 

	"These tits are spectacular!" exclaimed Mulder. He was certainly
having a good time. I did have to admit that, as far as female breasts go,
they were incredible. However, Mulder's manipulations were having no effect on
me. That lightened my spirits just a bit, because, at least inside, I was
still a man. 

	Abruptly, Mulder's fondling took on a different aspect. It was less
clinical, but more.....tender. He was going slower now, taking time to feel
the nipples with his thumb and forefinger. It was starting to feel
disturbingly wonderful! I made the mistake of looking down to my chest, and
watching him do what he was doing. Beyond, I could see a prominent bulge in
Agent Mulder's pants. 

	All of this was starting to turn me on! I felt my breathing get
heavier. My nipples began to grow HUGE, and tingly. There was a feeling of
wetness in my genitals. This was getting very dangerous, and I had to put a
stop to it as quickly as I could, before something bad happened. 

	I tried to back away from Agent Mulder, while at the same time
saying, breathlessly, "St-stop. P-please, Mulder........." 

	However, Mulder took a step forward in order to maintain the same
degree of closeness. He kept on with his tender ministrations of my huge tits.
He was locked in now, his male hormones fueling what must be an extremely
strong fantasy. I tried turning away, with my back turned toward him. 

	As I turned, I felt his hands pull way from my throbbing tits. My
body did not want him to stop what he was doing, although my brain screamed in
silent rebellion. My breathing was very heavy now. Mulder must have read what
this body wanted, because he slipped his arms underneath mine, around my
waist, to continue his fondling from behind. This time he pinched my two
nipples between his thumb and index finger, the sweet pain sending me into
orbit. 

	"No.....this isn't right....." I whispered. 

	Mulder pressed the hard bulge in his pants against the cleft between
my ass cheeks. He continued to fondle my boobs, as he gently thrust his bulge
in and out of my rearend area. It didn't help that the hospital gown was
slightly separated in the back exposing me to view. Thank God that I still had
her panties on! Still it was having the effect on me that he desired. He was
driving this body into a frenzy, and what was worse, he knew it! Mulder
whispered in my ear, just before kissing me on my neck, "Haven't you ever
wondered what it would be like to have sex as a woman?" 

	My mind wanted desperately to say "No," but what came out was "Yeees
ssssss." The combination of female hormones being released into my system, and
the glorious sensations that Pamela Anderson's body was sending me was eroding
my ability to resist. They say that everybody has a female half, and a male
half, of their being. My male half retreaded into a small corner of Pamela
Anderson's very female brain! It was replaced by a huge desire, which I had
never experienced before: the undeniable desire to have something big, and
hard in me. 

	Her body responded to my thoughts, as I pressed my ass cheeks
against him, just so I could feel his bulge again. 

	Mulder continued to kiss my neck, and fondle my boobs. I thought my
knees were going to buckle. I just didn't want him to stop these fantastic
feelings. I felt the bottom part of the hospital gown being lifted in the
front. I thought that this guy must have, like, four or six hands! They were
everywhere! I didn't offer any resistance when he put his hand down the front
of my panties. In fact, I found myself spreading my legs, ever so slightly, to
give him easier access. I felt him rubbing, rubbing my pubic area in a
circular motion. Just when I thought that he couldn't do anything more to make
me hotter, Mulder slipped a finger up into what must have been a very hot and
moist pussy. 

	I couldn't hold out any longer. I reached behind me, in between my
ass and his groin. I placed my hand on his bulge, and began to fondle his
penis through his pants. It grew even harder still. I began to fantasize what
it would be like to have him penetrate me, make love to me. If the sensation
of his finger was any kind of indication, it would be great! At that very
second, I just wanted to be fucked like the big-boobed sexy woman that I was! 

	There was a knock on the door. I heard Dana's voice call out
"Mulder? It's me...." 

	I broke away from Mulder in a start. The knock on the door jolted
the rational, male part of my being out of it's hiding place. I wondered how I
had let this get so far? I practically ran back into the bathroom, slamming
the door behind me. I couldn't let Scully see me this way. If she ever knew
what had just happened, I would never be able to look her in the eye again. I
didn't know if she was sleeping with her partner, but there was obviously some
chemistry between them. I didn't want to do anything to come between them! 

	It took several minutes for me to calm down in the bathroom, and for
my breathing to return to normal. During the entire time I could hear Mulder
and Scully conversing on the other side of the door. It sounded like Dana
didn't detect anything out of the ordinary......thank God! The only problem
was that, no matter how hard I tried I could get the thought of Mulder's cock
in my pussy, or worse still, in my mouth, out of my head. I now wanted him, as
much as he wanted me, or what his body was telling him was Pamela Anderson. 

	I was able to find a hospital robe on a hook on the back of the door
in the bathroom. I thought that, considering the effect that this body had on
Mulder, I should probably wear it. The last person in this room must have been
huge, because the robe swallowed me whole. I didn't really mind though,
because it meant that I could cover more of this impressive body. 

	I stepped back into my hospital room to the sight of Mulder and
Scully conversing. It looked like they had come to some type of decision. When
I entered the room, they both looked at me intently. Mulder, at least, had a
look of massive disappointment on his face, because I had covered as much of
myself as possible. I think that he sensed that his window of op portunity was
closing. 

	Dana started to speak to me, but stumbled over her own words, "Pa---
-uh---Tr---uh--um, I don't know what to call you now!?!" 

	I could see that this was going to be a problem. I decided to make
it easier on everyone by going with the name of the person I now appeared to
be. "Just call me Pamela, or Pam. I might as well get used to that name, at
least until I get my own body back." 

	Mulder stated, "That will make it easier. I'll have no problems with
that." Dana couldn't have known what he meant by that, although I sure did.
Whatever there was between me and Mulder wasn't over yet! 

	"Okay........Pamela," Scully interrupted. "We ran a check on you and
David's credit cards, bank accounts, and whatever else there was. We sent
agents over to your respective places. There's nothing. It's like they
disappeared." 

	Mulder added, "It's apparent they've done this type of thing before.
Scully and I think they are going underground. They will lay low until the
heat from their apparent murders dies down. They will just disappear, or
worse, kill again, before we can find them." 

	"What does that mean, exactly?" I questioned in Pamela Anderson's
breathy voice. She, now I, was not unlike this generation's Marilyn Monroe.
The same type of staggering sex appeal. 

	"It means we're going to have to do something a little bit more
radical to flush them out," answered Mulder. 

	Added Scully, "We just can't sit around and wait them out. We don't
have the time." 

	I didn't like where this was going. They had plans for me. "What did
you have in mind?" I asked, nervously. 

	"Well, as we said, no one knows that Pamela Anderson's, or Tommy
Lee's body is here. Security is tight. So it's a good bet the jumpers don't
know that you're still alive," said Dana. 

	"If it is know your still alive, it is likely they will try to kill
you again to prevent you from telling anyone of their existence. They've gone
this far to preserve their secret. It's very likely they will try to kill you
again. When they do, we'll be right there." 

	"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?" I
queried. 

	Dana answered me this time. "Yes Pamela. We want to set you and
David up as bait. We want you to resume Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee's life
as if nothing ever happened. We're going to need you to actually be Pamela
Anderson!" 

	Either Mulder or Scully had to go and tell David what the new course
of action would be. Scully, as the last person to converse with David, started
to head toward the door. The last thing that I needed was to be left alone
again in the same room with Mulder. My heartbeat had only just returned to
normal. With the amount of heat that my body generated toward his body, there
was no telling what I would do. 

	To head the potential dangerous situation off "at the pass," I
asked, "Dana? Would you mind staying? I have to get dressed, and I am afraid
that I don't know that much about women's clothes. I may need a lot of help
putting on the bra!" 

	My statement prompted both Mulder and Scully to look directly at my
chest. I felt my face flush, and go red with embarrassment. The sight of two
looking at nothing but my boobs made the nipples begin to harden one more
time. This was getting crazy. It was almost as if I liked having people
looking at my newly acquired anatomy! 

	I turned away from them to avoid their stares, although inwardly I
was secretly thrilled. When I did, both Mulder and Scully realized that they
had been staring at me. Behind me I heard the door open and close. One of them
had left the room. When Scully spoke, I knew that it was Mulder who
voluntarily went to tell David of our plan. 

	"I'm really very sorry about that. I didn't mean to stare," Dana ap
ologized. 

	Since she was the only one left in the room, I turned back around to
face her. My tits, unsupported by a bra "bobbled" as I did so. I answered her
apology, "It's okay, really. For the time being, I guess I'm just going to
have to get used to reactions and stares like that." 

	Dana agreed with me. "Yes you are! Pamela Anderson was a woman of
great beauty, and an unreal body. I'm afraid that, until we can get you back
to your own body, you are going to be beating men away with a baseball bat. At
least you'll have David around to protect you." 

	Although I heard everything that she said, I only focused on one
thing, "You think that I 
	I mean she, Pamela Anderson is beautiful?" 

	"Sure. Doesn't everyone? That's why all other women are jealous of
you......er........I mean her. If I was a man, I know that I would be
attracted to her." 

	Suddenly, Dana Scully seemed extremely attractive to me. She was,
after all, a very beautiful woman in her own right. She was only about 5'2" or
5'3" and, therefore, I was still barely taller. Dana had shoulder length
auburn hair that glistened in the lights of the hospital room. I have never
really been attracted to red heads before. However, out in the real world, I
would have been very attracted to her. Unfortunately, she never would have
looked at the old me. 

	A strange and erotic thought whispered in the back of my brain.
"Perhaps she'll be attracted to me now! She already thinks Pamela Anderson is
pretty and sexy........." As soon as that thought appeared, I forced it back
down. It was crazy to think of doing anything remotely sexual in the body of
Pamela Anderson. 

	Dana was absolutely unaware of the nature of my thoughts. If she had
been, she would not have stepped as close to me, when she stepped forward and
said, "Turn around. Let's get you out of these hospital clothes." At the same
time she twirled her finger, gesturing for me to turn around. 

	I obeyed her silently, turning around, with my back facing her. It
was a good thing that I did to because I was starting to get excited again. My
thoughts had triggered a bodily reaction that was starting to become way too
familiar! I felt my heart rate begin to pick up as soon as Dana touched the
first tie, on the rear of my hospital gown, near the nape of my neck. I felt
her pull the string, tied in a bow tie, until it suddenly became undone.
Actually, with each successive bow tie, it was my self control which was
becoming undone! 

	In a matter of seconds Dana had untied all of the ties on the rear
of the hospital gown. It seemed to me like it went on for hours. Time itself
had slowed down! Each tie that "popped" to become undone, made the warmth in
my vaginal port grow, as did the wetness. My nipples were so hard now that
they actually began to hurt. When the ties were all undone, the hospital gown
slumped forward on my shoulders. I cold feel the cool air of the hospital room
striking the bare skin of my back, where the separation had widened a great
deal. 

	Scully made the situation worse by putting her hands on my
shoulders, and pushing the hospital gown forward even further, so that it was
now coming down my arms. I pulled the gown off the rest of the way, letting it
drop to the floor. I looked down at myself seeing Pamela Anderson's bare
breasts for the first time. They were nothing short of magnificent, except
they were now mine. They stuck out a good 6 inches or more from my otherwise
flat chest. Those tits seemed even larger, now that they were on my body. The
hardened nipples stuck out like pencil erasers, as a testament to my extreme
level of excitement. 

	I turned to face Scully. As I turned, I felt the dangling weight on
my chest sway insanely. She and I were no more than a foot apart, and almost
eye to eye. She looked from my eye to my bare chest.. 

	Just the feeling of her gaze upon my tits made my chest flush.
Scully said, "My.......uh.......you are excited aren't you?" 

	I couldn't handle the sensations that I was experiencing any longer.
I took her face between my hands, kissing her on her plump lips. Although she
did not open her lips, or even kiss back, Dana did not pull away. My internal
perspective as a man, coupled with a 1 or 2-inch height advantage, encouraged
me to be the aggressor here, despite my ultra feminine anatomy. 

	When Scully did not return my gesture, I broke the kiss, and asked,
"What's wrong Dana?" 

	She was very unnerved by what had just occurred.
"Uhh--um--nothing---uh --everything. Your a girl! I can't do this!" 

	I pointed a finger at myself, replying, "I'm still a guy in here
where it counts...." That gesture set my boobs to jiggling, making my last
statement seem ridiculous. "........I don't see what the problem is. You said
yourself that you thought that this body was attractive." 

	"I know what I said," Scully whispered. "I-I didn't mean it that
way. I've never been with another woman before." 

	"Have you ever been curious? Have you ever wondered what it would be
like?" I pressed. 

	"Well......sure. I suppose everyone has," was her weak response. She
was trembling now. Dana could see where I was headed with this, and was
naturally afraid of the conclusion. 

	I questioned her, looking directly into her eyes, "If you had to do
it with one woman, would you do it with Pamela Anderson?" 

	We both knew the answer without it even having to be spoken.
Therefore, I said, reassuring her, "Well she's here, and she wants to touch
you because you are a very beautiful woman." 

	This time I stood so close to her that our respective breasts, mine
bare, and her's clothed, rubbed against each other. It was an insanely erotic
feeling. I closed my eyes, and kissed her again. This time, she kissed back.
Tentatively, each of us opened our mouth. The open-mouthed kiss quickly became
a French kiss, our tongues struggling madly for supremacy. 

	I took Dana's hand in mine, pulling it up along my waist, and side
to my boob. I placed her hand on my tit to encourage her. I broke the kiss in
order to whisper something into her ear. On my way to her ear, the skin of our
baby soft cheeks touched one another. I whispered in her ear, "I wanted my
first experience as a woman, to be with another beautiful woman. As soon as I
saw you, I knew that I had to have you. You are so gorgeous!" 

	With that said, I began to kiss Dana's neck just as I would have if
I were a man. That encouraged her to begin to play with my tits. I felt her
free hand running through my tousled long blonde hair. She was now getting
into it. 

	With my free hands, I began to unbutton the front of Scully's
blouse. In the blink of an eye, we were both on the hospital bed totally
naked. The clothes that each of us were wearing littered the floor, where they
were thrown in lustful haste. We must have kissed, caressed, fondled, nibbled,
and played with each other's assets for what seemed like hours. Each of us
glistened with a slight covering of perspiration. When all was said and done,
Dana was reclined on her back, head resting on the bed's pillows, and her legs
propped up and spread. 

	I, on the other hand, was on my hands and knees, with my head
between her legs. My enormous boobs dangled heavily from my chest in this
position. Every time I moved, they swung back and forth, even bouncing off of
one another. They emphasized the totality of my womanhood. 

	Balancing on one hand, and two knees, I caressed Dana's pubic hair
like it was a kitten. It was auburn, just like the hair on her head, and moist
from a combination of p erspiration and internal juices. Scully writhed at my
touch, moaning, "Mmmmmmph." I wanted......no needed to taste the sweet taste
of her sex. 

	My long blonde hair hung in my eye, and over my shoulders. That
which did not hang in front of my shoulders, all the way to the bed, tickled
and brushed my back every time that I moved my head. I was beginning to
understand why women would want things like big tits or long hair. Every
movement was an adventure into sensual sensation. Scully just made it worse by
caressing my hair, which she apparently loved. 

	I lowered my head to her wet slit. My big boobs pushed into the bed,
and out at the sides toward my arm, making me even hotter. I would never be
able to sleep on my stomach, as I normally did in this body. My fine manicured
hand separated Dana's outer lips slightly, exposing her enlarged pink pearl.
It was just sitting there...waiting, in anticipation of my touch. My tongue
knifed out toward it, tasting its musky sweetness, as I began lapping for all
that I was worth. 

	The fingers of my other hand found my own vaginal port. I rubbed and
rubbed my own clitoris, even as I licked Scully's. The feeling was so
incredible that I started to moan, "MMMmmmm," in unison with hers. I inserted
a finger into my pussy and began to move it in and out. It was slick with my
own juices. 

	Scully lifted my head up, so that she could look me in the eye. She
said softly, "Pamela, Honey? You're much too rough down there! You're doing it
just like a man. You are a woman now, and should do it like a woman." She
started to sit up. "Here.....switch places with me, and let me show you how to
do it." 

	I did as she requested, shifting to the submissive role, while she
assumed the role of sexual aggressor. Now she was on her hands and knees, with
her head between my legs. She looked up at me so innocently, to say, "You do
it like this........" 

	Scully kissed the outer lips of my vagina like she was tenderly
kissing the lips of my mouth. It sent a shiver of utter pleasure, like I had
never felt before, up and down my spine. She then proceeded to plant little
butterfly kisses everywhere around my vagina. Everything was soft, slow, and
oh so tender. Nothing about what she was doing was rough at all. It was like
she knew what to do, and how to do it, to make me even hotter than I already
was. I could see instantly why a lot of men (probably including me) were never
able to give a woman an orgasm. They (we) were doing everything wrong! 

	Scully was doing everything right! My new body was responding enthu
siastically to whatever she was doing. It occurred to me that I was feeling
exactly what a woman feels during sex. It was incredible, infinitely better
than anything I had ever felt as a man. I decided right then and there to
experience as much as I could as a woman, so I would know how to make love to
all women, when I got back to my own body. 

	Then, Dana started to work on my swollen clitoris. Oh God. It was
incredible! I moaned in delight. I writhed, and wiggled my hips in time with
her gentle tongue. In the middle of it all I took one of my enormous boobs,
one in each hand, and began to play with them. I worked my own nipples into
miniature erections. The sensations from my tits were just as incredible as
those from my loins. It just fit together so perfectly. 

	The first orgasm took me without warning. It was so much different
from those I had felt as a man. They were internal, part of me, and all
encompassing. My body quivered in ecstasy, to be quickly followed by another
orgasm, then another. I saw shooting stars, and heard angels singing. I had to
pull Scully's head away from my vagina. I just couldn't take anymore. Even as
I did, I didn't know how I could ever give any of this up. I was in love with
the way that I felt! 

	After I was able to recover, and catch my breath, I returned the
sexual favor to Scully. Now we lay there in each other's arms in the
afterglow. I turned my head, which was resting upon her shoulder, so that I
could look into her eyes. "Did I do it right this time Dana?" I must have
sounded just like a schoolgirl asking her teacher. 

	Dana turned to face me. "Oh, Honey........you were just perfect."
She kissed me maternally, but tenderly, on my forehead. 

	I sighed rather loudly. 

	"What's wrong Pamela?" asked Scully. 

	"It's just that.......I'm so happy, but sad at the same time." 

	"Why are you sad? I don't understand," replied Scully. From the look
upon her face, I could tell that she was very concerned. 

	"I'm sad because, as a man, you would have never looked at a guy
like me. I was just an average guy, you know, nothing special! I was able to
make love to a beautiful woman like you because of the body I now have. I was
able to love you because I have the body of Pamela Anderson. I can probably
have anyone that I want with this body, but it's the wrong sex. It's just so
messed up in my head, Dana." 

	Dana said something I had not even considered yet, "You may be able
to keep that body, if that's what you really want." 

	"What do you mean?" my ears perked up. 

	"Well, we know your jumpers' covered their tracks by killing the
bodies they were exiting. There is a really good chance that the real Pamela
Anderson is dead, locking away in some unknown body. When we find these
jumpers, and we will, you may have to make a choice as to which body you want
to stay in. What will you do? Which one will you choose?" 

	I didn't know. I was very torn. I didn't want to be a woman. I
wanted to be a man. There were so many more social and economic advantages to
being a man. However, I was really beginning to enjoy the benefits that this
body was bringing me. Nothing had ever made my heart beat so rapidly! It had
brought me the love of Dana Scully! Certainly having this body, the body of a
starlet like Pamela Anderson, would offset any economic disadvantage. 

	She must have seen the look of confusion on my face. I said, "I-I
don't know...." 

	Dana smoothed my hair, and looking at me lovingly, said softly,
"It's okay. You don't have to decide right at this very second. We had better
get up and get dressed. There's no telling when Mulder will get back. As a
matter of fact, I wonder where Mulder is??" 

	We started to get up. The feelings of the long hair, and my tits
moving as I did, were getting less and less annoying as time went on. Still, I
was always conscious of them. I was curious about the jumpers so I asked
Scully, "Do you really think that the jumpers killed e verybody?" 

	Scully answered me, "Actually, now that you mention it, there is one
of the victims that is not quite dead yet. There is a guy out in Los Angeles
who is in a coma. We haven't been able to bring him out of it. Other than
that......all dead." 

	I said, "Hmmmm. I wonder who he is, or I guess I should say who he
was......." 




	 
Chapter 4
 

	 

	Out in a hospital room, near Los Angeles, a rather large black man
was resting comfortably. The man, whom the authorities had identified through
fingerprints and dental records, was Ben Jackson. Other than his size, at 6'7"
and 300 lbs., there was nothing very remarkable about him. His head was
completely shaven, and he wore a Van Dyke beard that was popular these days.
The nurses who tended him were kind enough to keep his dome completely shaven.
The man had once been a star high school football player, which would explain
his size. He had even tried out for the pros, but wasn't good enough. Ben
Jackson's last known job was as a sanitation man. He was known as somewhat of
a celebrity chaser. 

	Since there was an ongoing investigation, there was a police guard
outside the hospital room. This man was one of the victims of a serial killer,
or killers, using cobra venom. The killers also tried to make it look like the
venom was self-inflicted, like a suicide. 19 were dead thus far, all except
Ben Jackson. He was found in a back alley near one of the hot spots in town.
It was a spot that many celebrities were known to frequent. 

	There was a nursing shift change in 10 minutes. Therefore, the nurse
on duty was immersed in the task of recording Ben Jackson's vital signs one
last time before going off duty. She was taking his blood pressure, when the
man's hand moved. She was so shocked that she i nstantly dropped his hand. The
man's eyes were fluttering, starting to open. 

	The nurse yelled out to the police guard stationed just outside the
open door, "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! HE"S WAKING UP
	.....SOMEBODY GET
THE DOCTOR!!" 

	The eyes of Ben Jackson opened up. He saw that he was in a hospital
room, growing very frightened. The last thing that he remembered was a large
black man, with the shaved head. He cried out for the only person he really
cared about, "Tommy
	...?" 

	His eyes widened at the sound of his voice. * * * * * * * * * * * * 

	Fox Mulder was walking down the hallway of the hospital, back toward
the room of "Pamela Anderson." He was accompanied by David, who was currently
trapped inside the body of Tommy Lee. 

	David said again, for what must have been the 100th time, "I just
can't believe that he's trapped inside the body of Pamela Anderson! How's he
handling it?" 

	Mulder pictured in his mind's eye what had happened between the new
Pamela Anderson and himself only a short 40 minutes ago. He searched for an
answer for David's question. "He's......uh.. adjusting! So will you, if we're
going to be successful luring these jumpers out of hiding. Are you sure they
said they were mutants?" 

	David responded, "That's what they said.......? How am I supposed to
know?" 

	From behind them, the heard a voice, speaking very low and hushed,
"What makes you think they are mutants Agent Mulder?" 

	Mulder knew that voice even without turning around. It was the
individual known as only the Cigarette Smoking Man, or CSM for short. Before
turning around, Mulder looked at his companion, and instructed,
"Da.....er....Tommy, you go on up ahead. Your wife' is up in room 226. I'll be
there in a minute. I have to speak to my friend' here." 

	David immediately caught on. Mulder had instructed him that, out in
public, at least, he would have to act as Tommy Lee, and respond as him. The
newcomer triggered the ruse for the first time. "Uh....okay Fox. I'll see you
in my wife's room." 

	When David was far enough away, Mulder turned to look at his
nemesis, his tormentor, and very possibly his father. "What are you doing
here? Just a run of the mill murder attempt is kind of beneath you isn't it?" 

	"I'm just concerned that you are getting off the track Agent Mulder.
Others may get to the prize before you." 

	"What are you saying? I'm tired of your little games. I'm tired of
your little riddles." 

	"Come now. Do you really think the ability to switch bodies at will
could be the result of evolution here on earth? For what reason? A mutation
must be a response to some genetic or environmental stress." 

	"Then they are aliens! Is that what you are saying?" 

	"What I am telling you Agent Mulder is that there is another
government agency, over which even I don't have control. They are closing in
on your quarry. If they find them, all evidence will disappear. People will
forget." 

	Mulder grabbed the man in a threatening way. "Tell me, damn you. Who
are these people?" 

	"Have you ever heard of the Men in Black? MIB I believe they are
called. They have reason to believe that one of their agents, an Agent J, is
pursuing an alien that can switch bodies at will. I hear that they are
responsible for the death of his girlfriend. It's just a rumor. Agent J goes
by the name Will Smith." 

	 Where is this Agent? How can I find him?" 

	"Nobody knows. He has gone rogue, and is believed to be headed to
this area." 

	Mulder asked, "Why are you helping me? What interest is this to
you?" 

	"Let's just say the people that I work for do not want this to be
buried." 

	Just up the hall, Scully poked her head out of the hospital room,
and yelled, "Mulder get up here! HURRY!" 

	By the time Mulder looked back to continue his conversation with the
CSM, he was gone. The only thing that remained was the thick smoke from his
cigarette. Mulder turned and ran down the hall toward Scully. 



 
 Chapter 5
 


	Fox Mulder was walking down the hallway of the hospital, back toward
the room of "Pamela Anderson." He was accompanied by David, who was currently
trapped inside the body of Tommy Lee. 

	David said again, for what must have been the 100th time, "I just
can't believe that he's trapped inside the body of Pamela Anderson! How's he
handling it?" 

	Mulder pictured in his mind's eye what had happened between the new
Pamela Anderson and himself only a short 40 minutes ago. He searched for an
answer for David's question. "He's......uh.. adjusting! So will you, if we're
going to be successful luring these jumpers out of hiding. Are you sure they
said they were mutants?" 

	David responded, "That's what they said.......? How am I supposed to
know?" 

	From behind them, the heard a voice, speaking very low and hushed,
"What makes you think they are mutants Agent Mulder?" 

	Mulder knew that voice even without turning around. It was the
individual known as only the Cigarette Smoking Man, or CSM for short. Before
turning around, Mulder looked at his companion, and instructed,
"Da.....er....Tommy, you go on up ahead. Your wife' is up in room 226. I'll be
there in a minute. I have to speak to my friend' here." 

	David immediately caught on. Mulder had instructed him that, out in
public, at least, he would have to act as Tommy Lee, and respond as him. The
newcomer triggered the ruse for the first time. "Uh....okay Fox. I'll see you
in my wife's room." 

	When David was far enough away, Mulder turned to look at his
nemesis, his tormentor, and very possibly his father. "What are you doing
here? Just a run of the mill murder attempt is kind of beneath you isn't it?" 

	"I'm just concerned that you are getting off the track Agent Mulder.
Others may get to the prize before you." 

	"What are you saying? I'm tired of your little games. I'm tired of
your little riddles." 

	"Come now. Do you really think the ability to switch bodies at will
could be the result of evolution here on earth? For what reason? A mutation
must be a response to some genetic or environmental stress." 

	"Then they are aliens! Is that what you are saying?" 

	"What I am telling you Agent Mulder is that there is another
government agency, over which even I don't have control. They are closing in
on your quarry. If they find them, all evidence will disappear. People will
forget." 

	Mulder grabbed the man in a threatening way. "Tell me, damn you. Who
are these people?" 

	"Have you ever heard of the Men in Black? MIB I believe they are
called. They have reason to believe that one of their agents, an Agent J, is
pursuing an alien that can switch bodies at will. I hear that they are
responsible for the death of his girlfriend. It's just a rumor. Agent J goes
by the name Will Smith." 

	 Where is this Agent? How can I find him?" 

	"Nobody knows. He has gone rogue, and is believed to be headed to
this area." 

	Mulder asked, "Why are you helping me? What interest is this to
you?" 

	"Let's just say the people that I work for do not want this to be
buried." 

	Just up the hall, Scully poked her head out of the hospital room,
and yelled, "Mulder get up here! HURRY!" 

	By the time Mulder looked back to continue his conversation with the
CSM, he was gone. The only thing that remained was the thick smoke from his
cigarette. Mulder turned and ran down the hall toward Scully. 




	 
 Chapter 6
 


	I, of course, did not know this, but was told by Scully later on.
While all of this was going on, I was having my first adventure getting
dressed in women's clothes. I was having my first adventure getting dressed in
Pamela Anderson's clothes, to be exact! 

	I got out of the hospital bed, and spied the silken panties that I
had been wearing on the other side of the room. No doubt, I kicked them there
in my mad rush to get into bed with Scully. 

	I walked over to where they were. As I did, I mentally noted how
even the sensation of walking was radically different from what I had known
before. When I moved, my inner thighs did not rub against anything between my
legs. There was only a void now, punctuated by dewy slit. My smooth, hairless
inner thighs, instead, slid against each other as I walked. 

	It is impossible to describe the sensation of walking without a
penis between your legs, when that is all you have ever done your entire life.
The overwhelming sensation was the freedom of movement I had. Overall, I now
felt so light, soft, and
	..supple! 

	My newfound flexibility manifested itself once again when I bent
over at the waist to pick up my panties from the floor. As a man, I could
never touch the floor, while keeping my knees locked. I, like most men, was
just too heavily muscled, and thick at the waist. In Pamela Anderson's body, I
easily accomplished the task. In fact, I could have easily put my entire palms
on the floor. The body never ceased to amaze me. The most amazing thing was
that it felt so....good! 

	Then again, as I was bent over, I was reminded how big my chest was
now. My tits hung heavily from my chest, swinging at the slightest movement. I
stood up, and they jiggled back into place. I took them in my hands, lifting
them, and testing their firmness and weight, as I turned to face Scully. She
was almost completely dressed. I commented to her, "I don't think I'll ever
get used to the feeling of these big boobs!" 

	Dana laughed at my pose. "Well...for the time being, at least,
you're going to have to. A bra will help you. However, if you don't stop that,
were going to end up in bed again." 

	Scully's remark called attention to the fact that I had absently
started to play with myself. I stopped right away. Scully couldn't resist the
urge to poke some good natured fun at me. "It looks to me that you have more
than have gotten used to the feeling of those tits!!" 

	It made me laugh in spite of myself. For a second, we were just
girls giggling, and having fun. I composed myself enough to start to put on my
panties. They were still moist from my vaginal secretions. Involuntarily, a
disgusting sounding "Ewww!" issued from my lips. 

	"What's the problem now girl?" asked Dana, emphasizing the word
"girl." 

	I responded, "These panties are still damp. I can't put these
on....." 

	"Hold on a second......" said Scully. She went to an overnight bag
that, up until now, I had not noticed. She and Mulder had, fortunately for me,
not had the opportunity to check into a hotel. She took out a pink satin pair
of panties, and tossed them to me. "Here, use these. I figure that were about
the same size, at least in the lower body." 

	"What should I do with these?" 

	"Give them to me," she answered. 

	"Why? What could you want them for?" I tossed them over to her. 

	She snatched them out of midair, pulling them to her nose. I heard
her inhale deeply. "They smell like you. I want to keep them, so I'll always
have a memory of this." 

	Her gesture touched me deeply. I felt myself starting to cry,
emotions welling up within me. As a guy this would never have affected me this
way. I would have just smirked in a conquering kind of way. It wasn't like
that anymore. I didn't feel that way anymore. I was starting to think my fling
with Dana had changed me in a deep and profound way! Her influence had shown
me how to think and feel like a real woman. 

	Despite all of the blubbering, I was able to get dressed in the
remainder of Pamela Anderson's clothes. I had a lot of trouble with the bra.
It was a royal pain in the "you know what" getting my big boobs into the cups.
As soon as I got one in, the other one would "pop" out. Then there was the
matter of trying to reach behind me, and hook the damned thing with my really
long fingernails. Women were a lot more coordinate then what I ever gave them
credit for. The entire time, Dana just laughed and laughed at me! She was
really amused at the sight of a guy having to handle the piece of lingerie
from the inside out. 

	When she was all laughed out, she finally decided to help me. As
soon as she hooked it from the rear, I felt a lot better. At least my tits
weren't flopping around freely anymore. The trade off was I felt
so.....restricted with the feeling of straps cutting into my shoulders, and
across my back between my shoulders. It felt so odd that I kept picking at it.
I wondered how women handled it, how I would handle it. There were certainly a
lot of things I would have to relearn how to do; everything that I took for
granted before. 

	At least I wouldn't have to learn to do make up yet, as I still wore
what Pamela Anderson had applied before this whole thing happened. Also,
fortunately, she had worn a pair of elegant flats. I didn't think that I could
handle high heeled shoes right now. Still, in the end, I was clothed in a
short red skirt, with matching midriff red shirt. The shirt showed off my
flat, trim stomach. The last thing that I did was run a brush through the long
tousled blonde hair. 

	When I was done, I stood before Scully, and asked,
"Well
	..how do I look?" 

	Her eyes looked me up and down. "You look....beautiful. You look,
well, like Pamela Anderson." 

	Just then, there was a knock upon the door. Scully went and opened
the door. The form of Tommy Lee stepped through, into the hospital room. I
looked at him and asked, experimentally, in Pamela's voice, "Uh....David? Is
that you?" 

	"Yeah. Inside at least!" he responded. His eyes were wide in awe at
the sight of me. 

	He continued on, "
	..I-is that you in there?" 

	"Yes. It's just me in here David. I'm still your friend...." 

	"Damn. It's just so incredible. You're in the body of Pamela
Anderson, no less." 

	I looked down at my chest, which appeared even bigger now that I had
a bra on, "Believe me, I'm very aware of that fact." 

	"What should I call you?" 

	"Just call me Pamela
	..." 

	Scully, who was watching and listening to all of this, stepped
forward to instruct, "....and you'll go by Tommy' from now on. When we leave
this room, the two of you are man and wife." 




	 
  Chapter 7
 


	Before Dana could instruct us any further, her cellular phone rang.......  
David and I heard Scully say, over the cellular phone, "When?  When did this
happen?" 

	 There was a pause, as she listened to the information provided by the
speaker on the other end of the line.  David and I just stared at each other
blankly.   We didn't have any idea what was happening to complicate the
situation.  I shrugged my shoulders to my friend, as if to say, "I don't
know," but even that was a mistake.  It sent my new upper anatomy to bobbling,
reminding me, once again, of who I appeared to be. 

	 There was no point in trying to gleen any information from a one sided
telephone conversation. Therefore,  I returned my attention back to David. 
Dana would tell us what we needed to know when the call was done.  Even as I
looked up into the eyes of David, in Tommy Lee's body, I heard her say
further, "Do they know what happened to him after that?" 

	 "David?  Do you really think we can pull this off?  Pretend that we're
really Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee?" 

	 "I don't have any idea?  For that matter, why would they even want us to? 
This isn't making much sense . . . uh . . . Pamela." 

	 "I know it's hard calling me by her name, but for the time being we have to
go along with it.  If we use the names of who we appear to be while we're
together, in private, it'll be easier when we're out in public," I
sympathized. 

	 David scratched his head.  "I can't argue with that logic.  I'll . . . try." 

	 Reluctantly, I asked him, "Have you had a chance to . . . y'know explore
that body?" 

	 There was one image which danced in my head from that home video of Tommy
and Pamela that had been first released on the internet.  Later it was
distributed for sale at purveyors of porn video. 

	 "Are you asking me whether he's as big as he appears on that video?" 

	 I blushed.  "Uh . . . yeah.  I guess I am." 

	 David laughed, "Tommy . . . now I . . . am all of that and more!"  He
couldn't help but get a jibe in on me.  "Don't forget the other part of that
video . . ." 

	 Suddenly the image of Pamela giving a blow job to that massive piece of man
flesh flashed across my mind.  Those were my lips, tongue, and throat now! 
This prompted David to press the subject.  I wasn't sure if I liked where this
was going. 

	 "Have you . . . er . . . explored her body yet?" 

	 Thankfullly, we were interrupted by the sound of Scully snapping her
celullar phone shut, and the yelling down the hall for Mulder.  Something was
definitly up. 

	 Ever the opportunist, I siezed the chance to gracefully change the subject
with David.  I quickly swayed over to where Dana was by the door, David in
tow.  I could tell by the fr ustrated look upon David's face that we were not
through with the topic of discussion.  Not by a longshot! 

	 "What's going on?" I asked Scully, in Pamela's high feminine voice. 

	 "Hold on . . . wait until Mulder gets here." 

	 Almost as if on cue, Mulder dashed around the door.  He was out of breath. 

	 "Scully?  What is it?" 

	 Dana addressed Mulder directly, knowing that David and I would monitor the
conversation between them. 

	 She informed us, "I just got off the phone with Skinner.  The one victim,
other than these two, who have survived these attacks, has just disappeared. 
It's a black man by the name of Ben Jackson.  One minute he was in his
hospital bed in County General, out in L.A.  The next, he was just gone.  All
of his clothes are gone too.  They think he just left on his own." 

	 "Do they know where he is?" 

	 "No.  Skinner called in a favor from an ex-FBI man that he used to work
with, who now lives out on the coast.  Seattle I think he said.  The man's
name is . . . Black . . . Frank Black . . . ." 

	 "Frank Black?" Mulder commented quizically. 

	 "You know him?" inquired Dana. 

	 "Yeah.  We worked together before I got assigned to the X-files.  He taught
me everything about profiling murderers and violent criminals.  Strange guy .
. . intense.  He had this sixth sense about him, and he seemed to know things
about the killer just by touching things that they touched.  I've never seen
anything like it." 

	 "That might come in handy here.  He's with an outfit called the Millenium
Group now.  Anyway, he and one of his colleagues . . . a Lara Means were
already in L.A.  They agreed to go check out the situation." 

	 "Did they find anything Scully?" 

	 "It's funny that you said that, Mulder.  Skinner just told me that when
Black went to the hosppital, he experienced some type of vision or flashback. 
The really strange thing was that it wasn't images of this Ben Jackson, but of
Pamela Anderson's life.  He saw through her eyes the attack by this Jackson
guy, and a smaller Hispanic man." 

	 "Hector Jimenez!!" stated Mulder, matter-of-factly. 

	 We all exclaimed, "Who?" as one. 

	 "That's one of the victims of the two that we're tracking that didn't
survive. He was the partner on the garbage truck with Ben Jackson.  The way I
figure it, our two were in Jackson and Jimenez's bodies. They somehow met up
with Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee, they may have even been their garbagemen. 
The one in Jackson's body switched with Pamela, while the one in Jimenez's
body switched with Tommy Lee..  They tried to kill them both while Pamela and
Tommy were still disoriented from the switch . . . succeeding with the Jimenez
body." 

	 "That means . . . ." I started to conclude. 

	 ". . . Pamela Anderson is within this Ben Jackson's body," finished Mulder
for me. 

	 "Holy Shit!" I cried in a most unladylike fashion. 

	 "That's not the worst of it, I'm afraid," noted Mulder, grimly.  "She'll no
doubt conclude that you are the body thief, still in her body.  She's going to
try and track you down." 

	 I gasped. 

	 "That would explain a lot," Dana broke in.  "Right after Black and Means
examined the hospital room, the police got a report of a big black man
breaking into Anderson and Lee's place.  They went out there and got the same
images." 

	 "Pamela in Jackson's body?" added Mulder. 

	 "It would appear so," answered Scully. 

	 "What did she take?  I was getting very edgy now, and began to shake all
over. 

	 "Unknown.  We don't exactly have an inventory, you know?  I think we can
assume she probably took some money that she had stashed in the house, and
looked at some type of calander to see where you, or rather, she was scheduled
to be next." 

	 "That's just great!" I grumped, making a wild gesture with my hands.  Pamela
Anderson's long tousleed blonde locks fell into my eyes.  I brushed it away
from my face with a flip of my dainty hand, as I finished my thought.  "Now I
have to look over my shoulder for a vengeful woman in a big black man's body? 
Fucking wonderful!" 

	 Everyone looked at me oddly.  They expected different type of language
issuing from this body, even though they all knew that inside I was a man. 
Obviously this body created certain . . . expectations with others that I
would have to get used to. 

	 Dana could see that I was becoming increasingly emotional.  It was hard to
contain my emotions while in this body.  They just seemed to rise to the
surface, without any hinderance, to be expresssed, and I even felt like . . .
crying.  Fortunately, before the waterworks started, Dana came over to put her
arm around my shoulder.  It would have been embarassing for them to see me
crying like a real girl. Especially David. 

	 "It's okay . . . Pamela.  She doesn't know where you are, and we'll keep it
that way," she comforted me. 

	 It felt nice to have her touch me.  In some strange way, which I could not
explain, I felt an affinity with Dana Scully.  It wasn't the love we made
earlier, but something new.  I almost felt like she understood what I was
going through.  I had always noticed the way girls interact with one another,
and I couldn't help but wonder if I was experiencing the cameraderie of women. 

	 Mulder broke in.  "No.  Scully, that's the exact wrong way to go about this.
 We have the perfect bait to lure in the real Pamela, and the two . . . er . .
. mutants.  If they see that these two are still alive, they will be forced to
come out of hiding.  It's much better to manipulate them into a spot where we
are waiting rather than not knowing when, or if, they'll strike.  We can't
keep these two holed up forever." 

	 "Mulder!  That's much too dangerous for these two.  They are victims, not
trained FBI agents like us." 

	 Mulder disagreed.  "No.  It's perfect.  They can say that we're their
personal body guards until this thing is resolved.  We can keep them in around
the clock protection." 

	 "Exactly what are you proposing, Mulder," queried Scully, who was now
curious. In truth, we all were. 

	 "We make their exit from the hospital as public as possible, maybe even a
press conference.  We do something to make sure that all of the media is
covering it.  That way, we can be sure that the two body swtichers, and the
real Pamela hear it.  We can draw them to us, rather than us trying to find
them.  We can have these two impersonate the real Pamela and Tommy Lee,
resuming their schedule as if nothing happened.  We can keep planting clues in
the media that we know who and what they are.  It will force them to act.  It
will work." 

	 I had to admit that his plan did sound plausible.  It was better than
anything that we had now.  Still, it was scaring me more than what it would
have, had I still been . . . me.  I would be placing myself, in Anderson's
lush body, in the direct path of danger from two sources. 

	 Scully read my mind, "It sounds too dangerous.  I couldn't ask these two to
make targets of themelves." 

	 David, who had been quiet up until now, joined in on the discussion.  "I'm
up for it.  It'll be exciting, and besides, at this rate you're never going to
find them.  This looks like our only chance to find our real bodies before
they switch again and kill them." 

	 They all looked at me.  I was the lynch pin, since technically, I, as Pamela
was more famous than David, as Tommy Lee.  The real Pamela would be targeting
me, not David.  It would have to be me that did the talking to the media.  I
was frightened, but on the other hand, I didn't see any other way. 

	 I squeezed Dana's hand to thank her for her strength and support.  "You
promise that you'll be watching us at all times?" 

	 "You'll be just as safe as we can possibly make you, Pamela," assured Scully
softly. 

	 "Okay . . . I'll do it." 

	 "Great!" blurted Mulder.  Even David looked happy, smiling with Tommy Lee's
face. 

	 "What the Hell are you so giddy about, you idiot?" I snapped at him. 

	 "Hey.  We'll get to see what it feels like to be rich, famous, and beautiful
for a while.  How many people get a chance like that?  We should enjoy it. 
Besides . . . it means that you and I get to play man and wife," returned
David. 

	 I definitely didn't like the implication of that remark.  Having sex with a
woman, while in this body was one thing, but sex with a man was out of the
question.  I wasn't gay, even if technically I was the wife of David's current
body.!! 

	 I changed the subject again, moving a little further away from David.  It
sucked that now I couldn't even trust my best friend in this body.  Was this
body that damned sexy that everyone wanted to touch it and fuck it? 

	 Unfortunately, I already knew the answer to that particular question.  I was
in the body of one of the most recognizable sex symbols in the world.  Try as
I might, I would have to come to grip with that fact, and the fact she built
that reputation primarily upon the impressive size of her breasts.  My breasts
now! 

	 "How do we get started?" I asked, looking up at Mulder, who had apparently
taken control of the situation. 

	 He paused to think for a second.  I could see the light bulb go on over his
head. 

	 "I think I know.  Your . . . rather Pamela's personal assistant, Katie
Roberts, has been fluttering about like a mother hen in the waiting room. 
Maybe it's time to get her involved. She has to know what the next thing on
Pamela's schedule is." 

	 Mulder looked straight at me with an inquisitive look in his eyes.  "Do you
feel up to doing an imitation of the real Pamela?" 

	 I braced myself.  "I guess I'm going to have to be.  What choice do I have?" 

	 Dana squeezed my shoulder as a show of support, even as Mulder remarked,
"Good girl!" 

	 He moved as if he was going to exit the room to retrieve Katie Roberts,
avoiding my ensuing scowl. However, I stopped him with my soft plea. 

	 "Hold on.  What am I going to say?  What should I ask her?" 

	 A short discuss was had between the four of us.  It was decided that I
should introduce Scully and Mulder as David and my bodyguards, for the time
being.  I was to see to it that they were accorded all access and freedoms. 
The next order of business was to find out what was on Pamela's calender.  I
was to make whatever instructions to her that I thought needed to carry the
next appointment through. Lastly, I was to set up a short press conference to
be held on the steps of the hospital when we checked out.  It was a lot to
accomplish. 

	 As Mulder left to get Roberts, I bit my lower lip, running my task over and
over in my mind.  From the look on David's face, I got the distinct impression
that I was a very sexy image.  I was about to reprimand him for looking at me
that way, when Mulder rounded the corner with a short haired, brunette woman
whom I did not recognize. 

	 She was in her mid-twenties, was pretty, but slightly overweight.  She was a
little taller than I was now, and beamed when she saw me up and about. 

	 She rushed right up to me, grabbing my hand, and exclaiming, "Pamela.  Thank
God you are all right! How are you?" 

	 I gave her my best winning smile.  It was showtime!  I tried to make it
sound like I had known her for a long period of time, "Katie, I'm fine.  It
was only a minor accident.  See?  Not even a scratch." 

	 I twirled around so that she could see every part of my now stunning body.
Naturally, she would have seen it all before.  Roberts nodded in
acknowledgement of my excellent, if not spectacular, condition. 

	 That didn't stop her from elaborating, while David, Mulder, and Scully
looked on.  They kind of faded into the background, knowing that the entire
thing rested upon my slender shoulders. 

	 "I was just so worried about you, Pamela.  The doctors wouldn't give us any
details, and these guys weren't very helpful," she gestured at Scully and
Mulder. 

	 That was just the opening that I needed, "Katie, I'd like you to meet Fox
Mulder and Dana Scully. They are going to be the body guards for Tommy and I
until they catch the responsible party.  It's just a precaution, isn't that
right, Baby?" 

	 The last part was directed at David, to act out the part of loving wife. 
David siezed the opportunity to come right up beside me, and wrap Tommy Lee's
long tatooed arm around my waist. Unfortunately, I had to act as if I liked
it.  As much as I hated it, in David's current state of mind, I moved in even
closer to him.  I snuggled up into the hollow space under his arm, as if it
were my home. 

	 I smiled, and looked up into his face with what I hoped was an adoring ex
pression.. 

	 David helped me out by adding, "That's right, Dollbaby.  We'd like you to
see to it that you give them whatever they need.  Don't deny them anything." 

	 Damn it, I growled in my head.  David is fucking enjoying this.  No sooner
had that thought raced across my mind, than David snaked his arm and hand
further around my waist.  Now his hand was resting on the bare flesh of my
abdomen.  He gently moved his fingers back in forth in a gentle stroking
motion. 

	 Katie didn't react like it was an uncommon activity between the real Pamela
and Tommy Lee.  That was just wonderful!  Even though every cell in my brain
wanted to run away from David, I had to stay put and pretend that I liked what
he was doing.  I couldn't even devote my attention to extricating myself from
the situation because Katie's smile turned upside down as soon as David gave
her an order. 

	 It was apparent to me from her expression that she definitely considered
herself Pamela's assistant . . . not Tommy Lee's.  I doubt that she even like
him much.  She likely only t olerated him because of me . . . er . . . Pamela.
After all, there was the consistent thread of domestic violence between  me .
. . Pamela and Tommy Lee. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to think
of myself as Pamela.  It was just so confusing.  Anyway, if she was the
protector that Mulder said she was, it would account for her attitude toward
Tommy . . . er . . . David. 

	 It wasn't every day that you get body switched with a celebrity.  I couldn't
worry about any of that now, and had to do what I could to rectify the
situation. 

	 "Would you see to that personally, Katie?  As a favor to me?" 

	 Roberts' smile promptly returned.  "Of course, Pamela.  Is there anything
else that I can do for you?" 

	 Another perfect opening!  "Yes, now that you mention it.  Does anybody know
that Tommy and I are in the hospital?  Does anybody know about the . . .
incident?" 

	 Roberts was almost defensive, as if I was making a negative implication
about her job performance. "Of course not.  We did what we normally do to keep
the press out of your business.  Why?  Has something happened?" 

	 She was very sensitive.  "No.  No.  I just thought, this once, that we
should make a statement to the press, tell them about the accident, and that
we are okay.  Would you mind arranging a press conference just outside the
hospital doors on short notice?" 

	 Katie looked at me strangely.  This definitely wasn't standard operating
procedure now, and I would have to ad lib.  David wasn't making it easy for me
to focus on the task at hand.  His gentle stroking had continued slightly
upward, so that his hand was underneath the bottom of my short top.  On every
circular stroke, he purposely extended his thumb just enough so that it rubbed
the underside of my bra encased tits. 

	 Now while my mind positively didn't want any part of this, the body I now
wore had grown accustomed to reacting to the touch of Tommy Lee's body.  As
much as I tried to fight it, this body was having a strong reaction.  I could
literally feel the nipples of Pamela . . . now my boobs, start to harden and
swell.  I felt a slight tingling, along with a warm heat invading my panties. 
I knew very well from my experience with Dana just what that meant. 

	 I had to stop David, and right now!  I put my hand on his, holding it in
place. That was better. However, I stopped it in such a spot that his thumb
was resting on the underside of one of my breasts. He started to move that
back and forth under my shirt.  The guy was too much. 

	 Part of me couldn't really blame him.  Wouldn't I be doing the same thing,
were the positions reversed? I just had to grit this out, and get it done
before David could do something else!  Great! Exactly what I needed . . . a
race against time, on top of everything else. 

	 "Are you sure about this, Pamela?" 

	 "It'll be okay Katie.  I promise.  Maybe if we're up front with them this
time, they will stop hounding me.  Ya'know?" 

	 Katie pondered for a second.  The incessant pawing of David continued, but
by this time, he had managed to move his thumb up and under the cup of my bra.
 He was actually touching the flesh of my new boob!  While Katie pondered the
logistics of my request, another image raced across my mind.  It was the scene
from the Pamela-Tommy Lee video where she is giving him head.  For the
briefest of seconds I transposed myself into that scene so that I was giving
that massive tool head.  I consciously chased the image from my mind. 

	 Damn . . . what was happening to me? 

	 "You know, It might just generate some sympathy for you.  The stupid
tabloids may forget all about those videos.  You're right Pamela, this may be
a break after all.  I'll get right on it.  Is there anything else?" 

	 The feeling of my body was making it very hard to concentrate.  There was
one other thing . . . what was it?  If I could only remember.  It popped into
my head. 

	 "Oh, yeah!  What's the next thing on my schedule?  Do I have anything else
for the rest of the day? What do I have tomorrow?" 

	 Roberts had the information right on the tip of her tongue.  "Nothing for
the rest of the day.  However, tomorrow you have an appearence on the Howard
Stern radio show in New York.  As a matter of fact Gary Dell'abote just called
a little while ago to confirm, and I didn't know what to tell him.  Should I
cancel it Pamela?" 

	 I looked over my shoulder at Mulder.  He shook his head in the negative, The
fortunate side effect of me twisting my body around was the removal of David's
thumb from my bra.  I mentally sighed as I felt it slip from underneath.  When
I twisted back around to face front, his hand was lower . . . on my stomach. 
I held it firmly in place with my hand. 

	 "No.  Tell him that I'll show.  Could you make the flight arrangements, and
book a hotel for Tommy and me in New York?  We'll go right to the airport
after we check out of here. Book rooms on either side of my suite for Scully
and Mulder." 

	 "Tommy's going with you?  Doesn't he have a recording session with the band
in the studio tomorrow? That is why you're here in Miami, after all!" 

	 That solved one mystery. 

	 I didn't think it was wise that we start splitting up at this stage, so I
made a judgment call.  Besides, David didn't know how to play the drums.  We
would certainly be found out if he even tried. 

	 "No, Katie.  He's coming with me."  Even though I knew it would irritate her
to do something for David . . . Tommy, I asked further, "Could you let the
rest of the band know?" 

	 "Fine!!" she grumped, a frown adorning her face.  She really hated this guy.
"Should I pack some things for you from the hotel room, and have them meet you
at the airport?" 

	 Bless her, was all I could say in my head. 

	 "That would be great, Katie.  Thank you!" I answered. 

	 "Okay . . . I'll take care of it all." 

	 Katie started to turn and go, but hesitated.  She turned back around to face
me. 

	 "Are you sure that you're up to this Pamela?  You are not moving around like
. . .well you.  You haven't even asked about your kids, and that would always
be the first thing you would ask about." 

	 My hand dropped off of David's. I was floored.  I hadn't realized until this
very second, that in this body, I was the mother of two small children.  I
didn't even know their names! 

	 "It's just the . . . medication they gave me.  It hasn't . . . uh . . . c
ompletely worn off yet.  I'll be okay in a little while.  How are my little
babies?  Are they okay?" 

	 "They are fine.  They're with their nanny, and nobody has told them what
happened to you.  I-I didn't mean to suggest that anything was wrong . . . ."
Katie said, defensively. 

	 "It's okay, Katie.  I understand, you are just concerned.  That's all.  Just
make all of the arrangements. Okay?" 

	 "I'll get right on it, Pamela." 

	 Roberts left, and we all breathed a collective sigh of relief.  As soon as
she disappeared, I practically jumped away from David, brushing his hand away. 

	 "What?  What did I do wrong?" 

	 "You were pawing me!  You used the opportunity to feel me up, you pig!"  I
sounded just like a woman. 

	 "I was just playing my part.  I was just doing what I thought the real Tommy
Lee would do with his wife.  Roberts didn't notice anything out of the
ordinary." 

	 I moved closer to Dana for her protection.  "You didn't have to get into the
role so much.  You didn't have to enjoy it." 

	 "Wouldn't you have?" 

	 I couldn't answer.  Instead, I just went to Scully for a hug. 

	 She embraced me, saying, "You did great, Pamela.  You were perfect." 

	 "Not perfect," Mulder observed.  "Roberts was able to pick up on a few
things that weren't quite right. Fortunately, you gave her good reasons to
explain it away.  We won't be that lucky tomorrow.  You're going to have to
watch every video that we can get ours hands on of the real Pamela, so that
you can memorize how she walks, talks and moves.  You are going to have to be
right on tomorrow . . . you are going on Stern's show." 

	 My mouth hung open.  I was going on Howard Stern's national radio show as
Pamela Anderson, to talk about, no doubt, my big boobs! 

	 _To be continued......._