Darkness
By Waldo
“Doctor Jennings, your new patient is here.”
“Ah yes Miss Brock, a very impatient man named Raymond West.
He called right after lunch and was very insistent that he had to see someone today. Matter of life or death, he insisted over the phone. I tried to defer him to Doctor Brownlow because I had other plans for my afternoon but the patient began screaming at me that if he didn’t get to see someone prior to sunset that it could mean oblivion for him…..whatever the hell that means. So I told him to come in and I’d work him into my schedule. Make sure that you’ve got all of his insurance information on the form before you bring him into my office so that we make sure that we get paid for this session. I’ve learned the hard way that people who are as paranoia as Mister West was to me on the telephone are so flighty that they frequently disappear before I can collect what they owe me. Anyone who wants to get my psychiatric services on an emergency basis also is charged the high fee.”
“I’ve already taken the necessary information from him about his insurance and he’s in the reception area filling out the standard medical history form now.”
“Thank you, Miss Brock. Send him into my office when he’s finished with the form and I’ll meet him there.”
As a reasonably successful Psychiatrist, Doctor Kelly Jennings had two offices within his suite. The small office that he was sitting in at that moment was his business office that patients never saw. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with hundreds of medical books that the Doctor used for researching the various symptoms that his patients displayed. His desk was stacked high with patient files and showed that he was a busy man with a flourishing practice.
Moving over to a counter filled with video equipment and stacks of VCR equipment, he examined the blank VCR tape to make sure that there was a handwritten label with “Raymond West 1st Session Sep 12, 2000” on the new blank tape.
Satisfied that everything was in order with his video recording system, he started the tape and watched the main monitor to wait for the starting point.
Having been a Psychiatrist for twelve years, Doctor Jennings knew that looking at taped copies of sessions after the sessions frequently provided clues to a person’s illness that were often overlooked during the session. So he secretly taped all patient sessions and covered himself legally on the patient’s initial medical history form with a small disclaimer at the bottom that had a lot of legal gobbly-gook along with a general purpose statement that “some sessions might be taped for medical purposes.” He also knew that whenever a patient thought that they were alone, the tapes proved that they frequently displayed symptoms that provided strong insight into their problems.
For example, Mrs. Cummins, a long-time patient, was a mild- mannered woman whenever she was alone in the office with him but as soon as anyone else walked into the room, she became an angry bitch.
Watching the bank of three monitors, he flipped a switch to the monitor connected to the hidden camera in his secretary’s office. Glancing at his VCR, he made sure that he was secretly taping the patient filling out the form then began making his initial evaluation of his new patient to create a voice-over on the tape about the new patient.
Picking up a microphone, he began adding his comments to the tape.
“Raymond West. New patient who called in and demanded to be seen today otherwise if he ‘didn’t get to see me prior to sunset that it could mean oblivion for him.’ Patient was extremely agitated on the phone and I had some available time so I agreed to see him. Patient’s estimated age is mid- twenties to early thirties. Handsome lad with facial features that remind me of that Rick Schoeder actor on that television show. Patient seems slightly nervous as he fills out the form. Estimated height is about five nine or ten and he’s somewhere around one-eighty. Seems to be in decent physical shape. Has on clean but scruffy-looking clothes, jeans with a sweatshirt. Now, he’s giving the form to Miss Brock and while she’s examining it for completeness, he standing impatiently in front of her desk. His eyes are constantly moving and he seems very fidgety. Ok, she’s rising from her desk and leading him into my big office.
Let’s switch cameras. Patient obviously made a casual glance at Miss Brock’s body and frowned afterwards. Does this mean that he doesn’t find her pleasing to look at? Does this indicate that his sexual orientation prefers men? Ok, he is grimacing his teeth now as he stares at her butt as he follows her over to the couch. He’s looking around the room and he seems relieved at either seeing something or possibly in not seeing something. Obvious look of relief on his face.
As she indicates to him to take a seat, he tries to smile a thank-you type smile but it looks too forced. Now he’s staring at her back again as she leaves the room. He obviously doesn’t know that he’s being secretly watched by me and there’s a look of pain on his face as he stares at her backside. She’s out the door and the door is shut.
Let’s see what he does when he thinks that he has a moment of privacy. His head is turning back and forth as he looks all around the room. He’s getting up out of the chair and moving to another chair that is closer to the window and has a strong outside daylight coming through the window. Now he’s got his legs crossed. Now both feet are on the floor.
Obviously agitated about something. Ok, my new friend, let’s see what you do when you meet me.”
Putting the microphone down, Doctor Jennings adjusted his tie as he walked into the other office, making sure to stand so that the hidden cameras always got the best view of his new patient's face and body.
“Mister West. I’m Kelly Jennings. So glad to meet you.”
Rising to his feet, the young man’s words were rushed.
“Look doc, I don’t have much time. It’s going to be dark in about two hours and I have so much to tell you. I don’t know where to start. I’m scared. It’s…”
“Whoa, please calm down. In my specialty, we have to proceed slowly. Why don’t we spend a few minutes getting to know each other before we start discussing your case?”
“Because I don’t have a few minutes. As soon as it gets dark, I start changing and then I lose control again until the sun comes up. You don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know what’s happening to me and I created it. I’ve turned myself into my own Frankenstein monster.”
“Please Mister West, calm down. I’m sure that we can help you. In just a few short weeks we’ll have you feeling much better. Now why don’t you tell me about your parents?”
“Damn you, why don’t you shut up and let me tell you what my problem is before you start coming up with a cure. Where’s a mirror?”
“Please Mister West. I must ask you to watch your language.
Cursing is a sign of immaturity and won’t be tolerated in this office.”
“Fuck you, doc. Now where’s a mirror so that I can show you what’s wrong with me?”
“Are you a only child?”
“MIRROR?”
Shaking his head at the way that the patient was controlling the meeting so far, Doctor Jennings knew that this was going to be a difficult patient. Deciding to honor his request to see if letting him near a mirror would calm him down, Doctor Jennings pointed toward a door.
“That doorway leads to the bathroom. There’s a mirror above the sink and a big one on the back of the door.”
“Come with me and you’ll see it for yourself in the mirror.
After you see, then you’ll understand why I’m here. Why I’m going crazy”
The patient rushed into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror looking at himself. Almost instantly, there was a look of disgust on his face as he stared into the mirror at his image. The Doctor noticed that now that the patient's request was fulfilled, that the patient's anger seemed to be under control. Following West into the bathroom only so that he could regain control of the doctor/patient relationship, the Doctor glanced at the mirror as he tried to restore the expected relationship.
“Ok, I’m here. Now what is it that you expect me to see in the mirror that I couldn’t see at my couch? OH......... MY GOD!!!”
Staring into the mirror, Doctor Jennings saw the reflected image of his long-time secretary, Miss Brock. Instead of Raymond West’s face, it was the very familiar face of Lois Brock looking back at him from the mirror. Moving closer to Raymond so that his image was also reflected in the mirror, the doctor saw that the reflected image in the mirror was of him and his secretary, not the correct image of him and his new patient. According to what the doctor was seeing reflected in the mirror, the person standing next to him was Miss Brock, not Raymond West.
The Doctor’s head was flip-flopping from looking at the man standing immediately next to him and quickly looking at the reflected image of Miss Brock standing beside him in the mirror. In the mirror, it was her slightly matronly late fortyish body that he was seeing dressed in the same dark blue skirt and light blouse that she had worn to work that morning. It was her familiar slightly plump face with big plump cheeks, a familiar attractive woman's mature face that he had seen every day for the five years that she had been working as his secretary. It was her dark curly hair, not the man’s short hair that he was seeing in the mirror.
Looking in the mirror at the reflection was as if she was standing right next to the doctor instead of the man standing there.
“I don’t understand. How is this possible? I’ve never seen anything like…”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, doctor. This part is easy to believe compared to what I have to show you next. Touch my chest as if her tits are really on my chest as you look in the mirror.”
Unable to resist doing as his new patient requested, Doctor Jennings placed his hand on the man’s chest while looking at the reflected image of the woman in the mirror. His mirrored hand appeared to be resting on Miss Brock’s heavy C-cup- sized breast while his real hand was actually pressing against a man’s flat chest. Clearly it was only an illusion that he was seeing in the mirror because his hand was confirming that it wasn't a woman's tit that he was touching.
Jerking his hand away because he found himself looking at the mirrored image of the woman’s breasts and unable to cope with the impossible concept that what he appeared to be touching didn’t really exist. He looked up from the image of the woman’s breasts to concentrate on her face and for the first time, noticed that the woman’s reflected image had the same smirk and twinkling gleaming eyes as the man’s facial expression. It was Miss Brock's face but Raymond's facial expressions. As the man talked, the reflected image of her lips moved as if she was lip-synching his words.
“Now to show you the rest of it. I’m going to shut the bathroom door and turn off the light so that it becomes really dark in here. Promise me that you won’t leave the light off for more than two minutes. PROMISE?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Don’t leave the lights off for more than two minutes.”
Pushing the bathroom door shut, Raymond’s face frowned as if he didn’t like whatever it was that he was getting ready to do. Without any hesitations, his hand flipped the light switch plunging the small bathroom into total darkness.
Stunned by the turn of events, Doctor Jennings reached behind his back and found the comforting solidness of the wall. Taking a half step backwards so that his back was against the wall, he felt more balanced as he tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness.
“Don’t you like the dark?”
Doctor Jennings surprised gasp revealed his shock at the sound of the words. Although he was expecting something totally strange after seeing the unbelievable image in the mirror, he certainly didn’t expect to hear his secretary’s familiar voice within the total darkness of the bathroom. It was her dulcet voice coming from less than three feet away, coming from about where Raymond had been standing.
“Give me your hand, doc. Hold out your hand.”
Again, it was her familiar soft voice coming from the darkness. It was the same recognizable woman's voice that he heard coming from Miss Brock’s lips everyday. Unable to resist the mysterious voice’s command, the doctor did as instructed. In the total darkness, he felt another hand brush against his wrist, then the other hand cupped his wrist and tugged gently on his wrist guiding his hand toward something. The doctor noticed that the hand holding his hand felt small, smooth and soft……almost the way that a woman's hand should feel. The doctor felt his palm touch the soft unmistakable silkiness of a woman’s blouse as the female voice spoke again. As soon as the doctor's hand touched the blouse, the unseen small soft hand let go of the doctor's hand to let the doctor freely examine the strange texture.
“Yes, touch me, doc. Feel my chest and see if it feels as flat as it felt a few seconds ago before I turned out the light.”
Doctor Jennings knew that being thrust into total darkness and being confused could cause temporary delusions in some people. But the soft curved shape of a woman’s warm heavy breast rubbing against his hand felt so real that he knew that he had to be hallucinating. Unable to stop himself from examining the unseen body, he felt his finger’s cup and squeeze the round breast as he tried to think of some way that the unmistakable feel could have been faked in the few seconds after the light was turned out. It certainly felt like a woman’s breast, feeling appropriately warm, soft and heavy under the thin layers of cloth. His fingertips traced the clearly identifiable lace outline of the bra under the silken smoothness of the blouse. His fingertip found a small protrusion on the woman-like chest that could only be a woman's nipple.
As his fingertips were exploring the nipple, he realized a different sensation. He could smell the delightful scent of the lavender perfume that the real Miss Brock had been wearing. Then his mind whirled through thousands of thoughts to arrive at the only possible conclusion. Somehow Miss Brock had been hidden in the bathroom when they entered and had slipped forward when the lights when out. But where had she hidden? Why was she hiding in there? How had she slipped into the bathroom without him seeing her? There wasn’t another door or a bathtub curtain to hide behind. And he felt confident that it had only been West and the Doctor in the room when the lights went out.
Feeling the woman's obvious chest slowly move closer toward him brought him back to reality from the confusion of the thousands of what-if thoughts roaring through his brain.
This time as she spoke, she was standing so close to him that he felt the warm air leaving her mouth swirl around his face and the now over-powering smell of her perfume. It was still her voice that he was hearing but the words were words that he had never heard come from his prim and always very proper secretary's beautiful mouth.
“Your hand on my tits feels nice, doc. It makes me feel so warm and cuddly. It makes me want to do things that I wouldn't do normally.”
The warmth on the doctor's face slightly increased as he felt two warm lips approaching his trembling lips. With his back pressed tightly against the bathroom wall, there was no escaping as the two soft lips brushed gently against his lips and he tasted the distinctive taste of lipstick from the soft lips pressing against his lips. Feeling very confused over the situation, his hand dropped away from her breast, down next to his side as the woman’s breasts firmly pressed hard against his chest and two soft hands gently held his face as she kissed him.
In the dark, he knew that it was a woman kissing him. The smell of her perfume, the tangy lipstick taste of her soft lips hungrily kissing his lips, the warm solid feminine breasts pressing firmly against his chest, the two delicate hands rubbing against his chest, the warm probing tongue teasing his own tongue, the silken sound of her blouse, the softness of her long hair as one of his hands found the soft flesh of her neck, the firmness of her butt as his other hand cupped hard around the softness of her butt cheeks to pull her tighter against him, and the erection rapidly growing within his trousers convinced him that this was a real woman in his arms.
Gone was the doctor's fear as the unseen woman's kiss calmed him and created new feelings. Also gone was his scientific objectivity. Both were replaced with the primal instinct of a man who needed a woman. At that moment he wasn’t remembering that less than sixty seconds earlier, he knew that there were only two men in the bathroom. His mind was still roaring with thousands of thoughts but instead of thinking about obscure scientific principles about the mirrored illusion, he was thinking only about several hundred lusty fantasies that the unseen woman in his arms was going to turn into reality.
He was speaking to her in the same rushed language that she was speaking to him so that they were repeating each other’s words and blurting into each other’s unfinished sentences.
“YES. LET ME HAVE IT. PLEASE. OH OH MY GOD YES, PLEASE, YES.
I NEED YOU. NOW. GIVE IT TO ME. OHHHHHH YES.”
He felt her rushed hands fumbling with his belt as his own hands instinctively groped her upper body, squeezing and playing with her wonderful feeling large breasts that were hidden underneath her blouse and bra. As her hands expertly unzipped his trousers, he helped her push his trousers down his legs until his pants were bunched around his ankles.
Arching his back against the wall to help his balance, he pushed his hand into her thick curly hair feeling the stickiness of the hairspray thinly resisting his probing fingers digging into her scalp. Using his hand to guide her face down his body toward his groin, he felt the hotness of her breath blowing against his belly button as her hands roughly pulled his undershorts away from his hard erection.
Then she grabbed his erection in her satin-smooth soft palm and guided his cockhead into her warm mouth. As her soft lips tightened firmly around his shaft and she rubbed her salvia-coated tongue against his cockhead, he arched his back against the bathroom wall and braced himself with his arms to help him keep his balance.
Gone was the concept that one minute earlier, Doctor Jennings had followed Raymond West into the bathroom to see whatever it was that his new male patient had to show him.
Gone was his ability to think rationally as those unseen wonderful lips and warm mouth created a whirling inner rush of heat, hormones, and uncontrollable desire for satisfaction.
The back of the doctor's hand as it accidentally brushed against the instantly recognizable feel of a light switch on the wall instantly brought back West’s pleading request to turn the lights back on after two minutes of darkness.
Although Doctor Jennings was having a difficult time concentrating upon anything because of the unseen woman’s head rapidly bobbing up and down upon his cock, he tried to focus upon West’s request. Had two minutes passed? He didn’t know nor care. Was this a woman, a man or an illusion giving him a blowjob? He didn’t know nor care. Should he honor West’s request when the two minutes was up or should he wait until after the mysterious secretarial clone finished servicing him?
Feeling the multiple sensations of her warm mouth tightly sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, her warm breath tingling against his pubic hair from her gasps, and the tickling sensation of her thick curly hair teasing his thighs, he knew that if he didn’t turn on the lights now, that he wouldn’t remember to do it in less than three seconds. The woman's mouth around his cock was making it difficult for him to think about his promise.
Somehow, he found the strength to cut on the light. The blinding light hurt his eyes and as he threw up a forearm to temporary block the strong light, he felt the warm lips jerk away from his cock. Squinting as he tried to adjust to being in the light again, he stared down at the person lying on the bathroom floor who was gasping for breath.
It was Raymond West, not Delores Brock on the floor. And the man’s lips were coated with salvia.
Seeing the male patient again caused some of the Doctor’s strong hormonal urges to subside. Grabbing his undershorts, he pulled them upwards but the jockey shorts barely contained his hard erection. By the time that he pulled his trousers up and began fastening his belt, a very nervous Raymond had crawled his way across the floor so that he was sitting against the other wall staring up at the Doctor. It was the man’s voice again as he weakly summed up the situation.
“You almost let me go too far, didn’t you? Now you can see why I need your help. When I’m thrust into total darkness or the sun goes down, I totally turn into the woman that I was last near. Only my version of her is always a very horny slut. I was last near your secretary. When the lights went out, my body became her body. I became her. I became a slut who had to have your cock. I became…..please help me, doc.”
“Impossible.”
“Oh yeah, ask your dick if that was your secretary or me sucking on it a few seconds ago.”
“It was an illusion. It had to be an illusion. Such things don’t happen in real life. There’s no scientific explanation for what you are suggesting. Somehow, you mesmerized me so that I was strongly receptive to your suggestions. Yeah, in the darkness, I was a victim because of my fears and your suggestions. That’s it.”
Shaking his head, Raymond jumped to his feet as he angrily challenged the doctor's theory.
“Damn it, what more proof do you need? Look in the mirror at me again and tell me now that you don’t see your secretary instead of me. When you see her image in the mirror, I want you tell me again that you still think that you’ve been hypnotized. If you had been fucking hypnotized by me, then it sure as hell would have been you sucking my cock, not me going down on you, Doctor. It really happened to both of us and you have to believe me.”
Opening the door, Raymond rushed out of the bathroom and over to the open window where he stood in the warm sunlight as if he was freezing. Staring into the mirror at his own face, the doctor noticed that there was smeared fresh lipstick on his lips from where he had been kissed in the dark by the mysterious woman. Only Raymond didn't have any lipstick on his lips so where did the lipstick come from?
Doctor Jennings discovered that his own knees were weak as he came out of the bathroom. Glancing up at the clock, he was startled to discover that only seven minutes had passed since his new patient first entered the office. Only seven minutes in real time but it seemed like a lifetime had just been spent in the close confines of the bathroom. Walking slowly across his office as his confused mind whirled with thoughts, he opened the door leading to his waiting room and stared at his secretary sitting at her desk just to confirm to himself that she was where she should be.
Surprised to see him standing in the doorway with an obvious bulge in his trousers and smeared red lipstick on his face, she looked at him with a quizzical look on her face.
“Is something wrong, Doctor?”
He was staring at her as if he had never seen her before.
But he was examining her body and face for any minuscule detail that might help him understand what had just happened to him in the bathroom. She was wearing the same blouse and skirt that the mirrored female image of her had worn. It was a blouse that looked as like it might feel silky smooth and that barely showed the outlines of her lacy bra and large breasts underneath. There was just a faint scent of her lavender perfume coming through the door reminding him more of the wonderful illusion that he had experienced only a few seconds earlier.
Shutting the door, his voice sounded weak as he mumbled a quick command to her.
“Hold all calls.”
Walking slowly across his office, he laid down on the couch where his patients usually laid during the sessions. At that moment, he needed someone to treat his own irrational thinking. Staring up at the ceiling, he tried to make sense of everything as he recalled every memory and tried to categorize the thoughts and feelings experienced. From across the room, Raymond’s obviously male voice interrupted the Doctor’s logical thought process.
“I didn’t believe it at first either. I thought that I was stoned or had taken some really new drugs that were giving me weird hallucinations. But this morning, I knew that my strange unbelievable situation was totally real and that I needed professional help before I lost my mind.”
Focusing on the ceiling, Doctor Jennings answered Raymond's statement as he tried to determine his own current level of sanity.
“Real? What is Real? Twelve years of active practice and eight years of school have taught me that there is a fine line between what appears to be real and what is actually real. Things that I personally thought were false were often frightenly real to my patients. I have the difficult daily job of listening to them, determining what is real and helping them to see that some things that they believe to be true aren’t really true. I’ve frequently had them tell me some things with such conviction that I occasionally began to doubt my own sanity and ability to determine what is real. But I’ve never doubted myself as much as I do this moment. What you just showed me in that bathroom is totally impossible. I need to take a few months off and relax a little. Maybe Doctor Brewster could work me into his schedule today.”
“Damn it, I came here because I need your help. I’m going crazy and it’s going to be sunset soon. Then I’ll turn into a total clone of your secretary and I’ll fuck every man that I can fuck before the sun comes up again.”
Shaking his head as if to clear the fog from his thoughts, Doctor Jennings slowly rose to a sitting position as he stared intently at his patient.
“How can you physically transform yourself into someone’s exact double? I even smelled the delightful recognizable scent of her perfume and tasted her lipstick when she.....when you kissed me in the bathroom. I still have the lipstick on my lips, yet there's none on you.”
”I'm willing to bet that when you look at your cock later, you'll also find more lipstick there. But as to your basic question, I don’t know how it happens. Three days ago, I was living a normal life. Then I was sent by my boss to serve some papers on an old woman in the projects. I’m a process server for a lawyer. The old woman was being evicted because someone had paid the tax lien on her old home and wanted her gone so that they could bulldoze her place and add it to some new apartments being planned. She was angry with me as if I was the one who decided to evict her and she cursed me.
That didn’t faze me. I’ve been hit before, had dogs chase me and also had more than a couple of people threaten me with firearms. So I let her scream and rant at me as I calmly explained that she only had three days to get off of my client’s property. She was still screaming and chanting some foreign language sing-song type curses at me as I left the property. An hour later, I came out of my favorite restaurant after flirting with my favorite waitress and climbed into my car. Adjusting my mirror before I started the car engine, I was shocked to see what I thought was the image of the waitress sitting in my car. I almost had a heart attack. I quickly confirmed that it was just me sitting in my car but every time that I looked into a mirror, I saw her face looking back at me. When I opened my mouth to scream and curse, she opened her mouth."
Standing in front of the window as if the sun's rays could protect him, Raymond kept describing his strange story.
"That was just the start of me seeing someone else’s image in the mirror instead of my real image. All day long for the rest of the day, I walked around in a daze and kept looking into mirrors at my constantly changing reflected image before I finally figured out that I was seeing the image of the last woman that I was near. After I figured that out, I tested my theory on a couple of nice looking babes and surprised even myself as to how real my new image could be.
I picked a top-heavy attractive blonde to stand near for a couple of seconds and then went into a restaurant’s bathroom to test my theory. Staring at my new busty image in the mirror, I unbuttoned the blouse and exposed the reflected image of the woman’s large breasts. I was looking at my very changed half-naked image in the mirror when some man walked into the bathroom. Seeing me standing in front of the mirror and seeing my half-naked blonde-hair female image reflected in the mirror playing with her large naked tits scared him so much that he peed in his trousers as he ran out of the bathroom. I ran too but only because I certainly didn’t want anyone pointing at me and thinking that I was weird. Jumping into my car, I went home to try to find some place where I could think rationally again. Then the sun went down and I discovered the rest of the curse.”
Rising to his feet, Doctor Jennings glanced up at the hidden camera and recognized that he wasn’t able to record the expression on West’s face with him standing in the window staring outside. Pointing at his couch, Doctor Jennings began feeling more normal as he started thinking logically about how to get the information from his patient.
“Mister West, come over here and talk to me. The sun is going to set again very soon and I need to find out as much as I can if I’m going to help you.”
Moving over the couch, Raymond laid down as he continued describing his recent adventures.
“Just before sunset I drove to a nearby liquor store and bought a bottle of Scotch, hoping that the liquor would help me relax and that once I was relaxed, that my real image would return. I still didn't understand that I was only seeing a small part of my curse. Anyhow in that liquor store, a scrawny middle-aged oriental bitch was behind the counter. Black hair, slender body, jeans and one of those store smocks with her name sewed on the smock. I didn’t pay much attention to her at the time because I was interested in quickly getting out of the store so that I could take a big slug of my booze. I didn't notice that the sunset was almost complete. I got in my car and sat still for five, maybe twenty seconds. I glanced in my mirror and saw the scrawny bitch's oriental face staring back at me as expected. That didn't bother me too much because by then I had somehow started getting used to seeing someone else's face and body in the mirror."
Sitting up straight and looking at the doctor with a pleading look, Raymond continued his story.
"That's when I started opening the bottle. That’s also when I instantly noticed that my hands had changed so that I now had small hands with fingernail polish on the nails. Hell that’s when I noticed that in less than five seconds, I had completely changed into an actual duplicate of that liquor store clerk to include her smock with the name Tia sewed on it. I grabbed the mirror and twisted it so that I could verify that it was her face but I had already identified her because simply my new body was suddenly so small. I chugged a big mouthful of that scotch then I spit it up. Yep, spit it all over my windshield. Crawling out of the car, I felt very confused as I saw that I had totally transformed into that female salesclerk. Even more confused than when I first saw my reflection changed into the waitress’ reflection. I felt like I needed something but I didn’t know what my body had started craving. Sort of like grabbing a menu and knowing that you’re hungry but not knowing what you want to eat. I stumbled down the sidewalk as I examined my transformed woman's body with my hands. Where before I had only been seeing them in the mirror, I now had little tits protruding from my chest but still they were tits. One hand quickly confirmed that I also didn't have no hunk of manhood between my legs either. Then I saw the door leading into a bar. I stumbled in, thinking that I was going to get someone to call for an ambulance to get some help for me. But then I saw him. There were several men in the bar but one man stood out from the rest and I felt a strong attraction toward him.
The strongest and weirdest attraction that I’ve ever felt in my life. I wanted him. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted….”
Jerking to a standing position and staring at the Doctor’s very attentive face, Raymond’s voice dropped to a whimper.
“I wanted to be his woman. I wanted to suck and fuck him so badly that I was hurting. I walked across the floor toward him, ignoring the greetings from several other people in the bar who thought that I was the liquor store clerk just because I had her exact body, her face and clothes that she had been wearing when I had seen her. When I stood only a few scant feet from in front of him, I instinctively knew what I would do and say. Somehow I had also learned all the wiles and ways of a seductress and knew how to quickly charm a man into my bed. In less than thirty seconds from the time that he called me ‘Tia’ I was staring up into his eyes and smiling at him as my hand gently stroked his thigh as if I was a real woman. Two minutes later, I pulled him from his bar stool and led him outside the bar because the bartender was telling the person that they all thought was ‘Tia’ to ‘cool it babe’.
Squeezing his hands tightly to try to control his nervous energy, Raymond paused as he thought about what he was getting ready to say next. A single tear began oozing down his cheek as he continued his strange story.
"I pushed him down onto the hood of a nearby car parked in front of the bar and proceeded to start my first blowjob. I was just about to get my first mouth load of cum when the car’s owner came running out and separated us the way that you separate two dogs in heat. Then my lover pulled me into his nearby car and I finish doing it to him. I tried to get him to get in the backseat afterwards so that he could satisfy the strong womanly hungers that I was feeling. That man wanted to do nothing but to rest while I was still feeling very aroused. Angry because he couldn’t get it up quickly enough to take care of my overpowering needs, I went rushing back into the bar as I looked for another man. I didn’t care that I had fresh cum on my face. By then, everyone was talking about how Tia was turned on and I quickly discovered that there were several men interested in me. The bartender ran me out of the bar but some of the customers took me to a nearby apartment where I serviced each and everyone that showed up that night. I was a rampant slut who couldn't get enough cock and who didn't care that I wasn't really a woman."
"Uhhh....when you were naked, you had a....woman's body?"
"Fucking right. I had what had to be an exact duplicate of the real Tia's body. I had slender legs, a small body with a narrow chest, pancake shaped small tits, and a hairy pussy.
Also had some old stretch marks across my belly where apparently Tia had been pregnant once. It was what I guessed to be an exact duplicate of the real Tia's scrawny body. One of the men who fucked me...had also apparently fucked the real Tia a few years earlier and even he was fooled by my transformed body."
"So your new puss.....vagina was a functional woman's vagina?"
"Totally functional. I don’t know how many different men fucked me during the night but there was at least ten, maybe sixteen of them taking turns doing a gangbang on me as they were getting some of 'Tia's free pussy'. Then the sun came up while I was doing it doggy-style with some man’s cock rammed into my ass. In less than one second, I was transformed into the real me again. Not only did I have my male body back again but I also was able to think logically again and wasn’t an oversexed slut anymore. It scared the shit out of the man who was banging his balls against my ass to suddenly be fucking a young man instead of a scrawny oriental chick. Scared me too and I swung at him as I began to think rationally again and pulled away so that his cock jerked out of my ass. Pushing him away from me, I didn’t bother to look for my clothes and just ran naked out of the bedroom to get as far away from him and that bed as possible. Luckily I saw my car down at the corner and discovered that I had left it unlocked with the keys still in the ignition. After driving home totally naked, I gargled several times to try to get that strange taste out of my mouth as I tried to make sense out of what had occurred to me. Do you have anything to drink?”
Going to a built-in refrigerator hidden in the corner of the room, Doctor Jennings put some ice into a glass and poured them both some Jack Daniels while Raymond continued talking.
“Yes, I felt normal again but I didn’t really feel normal if you know what I mean. I had the memories from the experience of all those men that I so willingly sucked and fucked as well but where it had been so wonderful at the time, now I felt raunchy and dirty. I’d never had a desire to be with a man before yet I’d taken on at least ten to sixteen different men during the night as if I was the horniest slut in the world. Then I remembered the curse from the old woman. I knew then that it was something that she did to me to punish me. So I drove over there to get her to take the curse off of me but she was already gone. I spent all day trying to find her and ignored my frequent changing reflection in the mirror. I was still changing my reflection to be that of any woman who came within twenty feet of me.
Yeah, I tested it and discovered that if a woman was more than twenty feet away, then I wouldn’t change into her image. But if she came within that twenty feet circle around me, then my reflected image subsequently changed to be her image."
For a moment, Raymond's scared look was replaced with a mildly amused expression.
"Doc, I was testing my theory and I scared the shit out of one fat broad who looked into the mirror to see two of herself in the mirror. Boy, did she scream loud when she discovered that my mirrored image now looked just like her body and face. Anyhow I kept going, looking all day for the old Witch. I found out some stuff about her from her neighbors. She was much older than she looked and it was rumored that she had lived in the Islands before coming to the states in the early fifties. Everyone in the neighborhood knew Mama Rose but no one knew where she moved to immediately after my visit to evict her. I was still looking for her when the sun went down."
The smile quickly faded, replaced by a serious expression as he continued his remembrances.
"I don’t know what the girl’s name was but she was a heavy- set black woman with ponderous tits that hung down to her belly-button. I had just left an apartment that someone had sent me to that might know where I could find Mama Rose. The overweight black woman had three to four small children in the living room and she didn’t know anything about the old woman's current location. Halfway down the stairwells, I stumbled as my balance changed when I instantly felt very top-heavy. Grabbing the handrail, I discovered my arm was now dark and very fleshy. I recognized the cheap cotton dress that I suddenly had on as being the same one that she had on and saw her face reflected back at me from a nearby fire extinguisher. Scared at my second transformation into a woman, I rushed down the stairs as quickly as I could on my pudgy legs, planning on going back to my apartment and making sure that I stayed away from men. I didn’t get too far before I started feeling those strange hungers again.
Unable to control my actions anymore because of my strong physical desires, I got out of the stairwell at the next floor and started knocking on doors. The second door was opened by a man who knew that my new body lived upstairs and he was surprised to 'see me'. I spent the next couple hours in bed with him but then he couldn't keep it hard any more because he was too exhausted. Then I went looking for a man who could keep his cock hard for me. As per the night before, I quickly found several horny men who were willing to service my new body and insatiable appetite. After all, I was a woman who was willing to do anything for a man. I awakened at dawn to find myself transformed back into my normal male self but trapped under the heavy arms of an extremely large black man who was sleeping soundly in the bed with me. I extracted myself gently and got the hell out of there without awakening him. On the way home, I came to the conclusion that it was the sunset and sunrise that was transforming me into a woman. I also determined that my new body was the body of the last woman that I was near before sunset. That was yesterday. Could you refill my glass?”
Raymond had chugged his small drink in one gulp. While the Doctor refilled the glass, Raymond continued his story.
“I now knew that I would probably be transformed into whatever woman's body that my mirror image was when the sun went down again and that I wouldn’t be able to control my wanton desires. I could handle the strange but otherwise harmless concept of my mirror image constantly changing into someone else's image but the very intense physical transformation into a horny slut at nighttime was scaring me. I went to a medical doctor’s office seeking a cure. No help. They wouldn’t even see me. One of them gave me a couple of business cards and told me that I needed to see a shrink. I spent the rest of the day looking for Mama Rosa and discovered that I could also be transformed into a woman when I was in a total darkness situation. I was riding up an elevator in a building when the lights when out. I changed into a man’s wife who was also in the elevator and began doing my whore thing with him as she screamed at both of us.
The electricity was out for only about a minute or two but it was enough to turn me into a slut again. When the lights came back on, I pressed the button for the next floor and got the hell out of that elevator leaving the man to defend himself to his angry wife. Thank you.”
Turning the glass up and drinking it in one gulp again, he looked at the doctor as if he was going to ask for another glass then changed his mind. Putting the glass down, he resumed his story.
“So by yesterday afternoon, I had physically transformed into three different women over the last three nights and had become a wanton slut in each case. I knew that I needed help but medical doctors wouldn’t see me because they thought that my complaints were mental. They wouldn’t even give me the opportunity to prove to them that I was telling the truth. Just before sunset yesterday, I rushed back to my apartment and barricaded myself in my room hoping that nothing would happen if I had all the interior lights turned on. Wrong. I turned into a seventeen year old female girl with punkish-red hair and about thirty-thousand body piercing. Nipples, vagina, nose, ear lobes, tongue, and belly button were all pierced as well as I was wearing her black lipstick, purple nail polish on my toenails and lemon yellow nail polish on my fingernails. Not only did I have her body and clothes but I also had everyone of those rings also."
"I don't understand. How can you also have the adornments of the person that you transform into?"
"Well Doc, as soon as you figure out how I'm being transformed, I'll figure out how the fuck I wind up also wearing their clothes and other crap. How the fuck should I know?"
"You're right. Sorry, I was just thinking out loud and didn't mean to interrupt you. Please continue."
"As an anorexic teenaged girl, I didn’t have the physical strength to move all the furniture that I had cautiously stacked against the door so I slipped out the window, thanks to my slender willowy body, and down the fire escape until I found someone’s open window. Crawling into the window, I discovered an empty apartment and quickly made my way to the streets. Although I was feeling extremely horny again, I was determined to stay in control so I roamed the streets for an hour or so until I found some new friends who looked just as punkish as I looked. I discovered that if I didn’t allow myself to proceed beyond touching anyone that I could maintain somewhat of a limited control over my strong desires. But as soon as I reached a certain point of physical closeness with a man, then I would totally surrender myself to my strong uncontrollable hungers. I was dancing with some guy on the dance floor and I knew that I couldn’t hold back anymore. However this time, I somehow managed to stay under control until we got to his place.
Then I spent all night in his bed before slipping out at sunrise this morning. As soon as I changed back into my normal self, I started trying to find a doctor again and when those attempts failed, I called several of the shrinks until you said that you could see me today. That’s why I’m here. Now how can you help me?”
Clearing his throat, Doctor Jennings tried to answer the question. “I can’t help you. I don’t even think that any medical doctor in the world can help you. I’ve seen your transformation and I don’t even believe what my own eyes have shown me. Whatever is causing you to transform and to ignore the established laws of physics is beyond medical science’s capability. Based upon my limited knowledge of your condition, I agree with you that you need to find Mama Rosa and to make amends with her.”
“I’ve looked for her everywhere the last two days and she can’t be found. I’m an expert at finding people and she’s disappeared from the face of the earth.”
"Nonsense. No one can disappear. She's got to be somewhere...."
"Bull shit. Just thirty minutes ago, you would also have told me that it was impossible for someone to be transformed into a horny woman every night. I'm a pro who makes his living finding people. She's disappeared."
"Uuuuuuhhhh, sorry. You're probably right. Anyone that could that to you certainly might have other capabilities too. Give me a moment to think about your situation."
The psychiatrist began rapidly pacing the floor muttering to himself as he tried to take everything just learned and to absorb the facts. He was walking back and forth across the large room staring at the floor just a few feet ahead as he tried to understand the situation. After about five minutes of rapid pacing, he stopped pacing and went straight to the hidden bar. Pouring a strong drink for himself, he gulped it down in one quick swallow then refilled his glass as well as Raymond's empty glass.
Holding his glass tightly, the Doctor began asking questions that he hadn't been able to answer during his pacing.
"When you were the anorexic punk girl, you had some control over your actions.....until you touched the body of the man.
Did you have that same level of control when you were in the other bodies?"
"I don't know. Either I touched someone, or they touched me and I lost control. I was feeling very confused and was reacting instead of thinking logically."
"I see. Well, Raymond, I think that I've got some answers for you. You're not going to like my answers but I think that I understand part of your situation and might have a solution. Sit down, my boy and let me ramble for a minute."
As soon as Raymond was sitting on the couch, the Doctor began pacing the floor again as he tried to speak his thoughts in an organized manner.
"It's obvious that whatever mysterious power does this transformation and mirror thingy to your body is beyond the understanding of our current medical profession, including me. We don't know how long you're going to have this strange but amazing ability. If we took you to a medical doctor to seek medical help, the best that you could hope for would be a prison-type life in a fish tank environment for the rest of your life as many medical specialists would try to figure out what happened to you and how to duplicate the same type of transformation on other people's bodies. Knowing how to control the ability to totally change someone's body over night to look like someone else would make any doctor extremely wealthy. So I propose that you stay away from doctors for the time being and let's try other methods to try to resolve your problem."
"What other methods, Doctor?"
Pausing in his rapid pacing and trying to make his forced smile look real, Doctor Jennings began presenting his real proposal.
"Those other methods might take a little time to determine, Raymond. We need time. We need to look at this objectively.
How much do you trust me, my lad?"
"Trust? I just met you thirty minutes ago. I suppose that I trust you."
"Good, because I want you to put your life completely into my hands. As you know, I'm a trained psychiatrist and have been certified in hypnotherapy which I normally use to help my patients quit smoking or to get rid of their bad habits.
I propose to you that you allow me to hypnotize you. While you are sleeping in a deep hypnotic trance, I will give you hypnotic suggestions to relax you later so that you don't feel so terrified over this situation. Because you're more relaxed, you'll be able to think somewhat more normal. I'll also give you suggestions so that when you do change into a woman at night or in the dark that you have more willpower so that you're able to resist longer the strong compulsions that you feel. I might even be able to eventually hypnotize you so that you're able to totally ignore those strong compulsions so that you can live a somewhat stable, if not normal, life at night."
"I don't know, Doc. I want to get rid of this curse, not find some way to live with it."
"Fine. You tell me how to get rid of it then and we'll do it. Make up your mind because it's going to be sunset soon and if your theory is correct, you'll turn into an exact duplicate of Miss Brock."
*******
Two hours later, Raymond finally agreed to the doctor's plan. He did it reluctantly because there was only about an hour left until sunset and he knew that he needed help from someone to make it through that night's expected transformation.
As soon as Raymond gave his acceptance, Doctor Jennings began trying to hypnotize his new patient. Normally the experienced doctor was able to put someone into a deep trance in just a few minutes but because Raymond was so nervous, it took most of the remaining time before sunset.
When Raymond finally drifted off into a hypnotic trance, the sun was very low in the sky.
Quickly the doctor began giving the sleeping patient various suggestions to accomplish three goals that they had developed. One goal was to reduce Raymond's anxiety by making him feel more relaxed. Another goal was to give the transformed woman more will power to resist as long as possible the strong sexual compulsions that she normally felt. Another goal was to try to give her the ability to regain control once her body had been somewhat satisfied.
Midway through the suggestions, Raymond's sleeping body stiffened momentarily and then that night's transformation into a woman occurred as the last rays of the sunset ceased to fill the room. In less than two seconds Raymond's male body changed into an exact duplicate of Doctor Jennings long time secretary, Miss Brock who had been the last woman that Raymond had been within twenty feet. The almost instantaneous transformation included duplicating even the clothes, makeup, and jewelry that the real woman had been wearing. The now wide-awake woman instantly opened her eyes and sat up, pausing momentary to smooth the skirt.
Apparently the transformation snapped the new "her" out of the deep hypnotic trance.
If he hadn't personally seen the unbelievable transformation, he would have assumed that it really was his female secretary and long time employee who was now sitting demurely on the couch instead of his new male patient. The transformed new woman was wearing the same dark blue skirt and light satin blouse that the real Miss Brock had worn to work that morning. The new woman's thick mane of long hair was brushed high into the out-of-style Anita Bryant girl- singer fluffed hairstyle that his secretary liked, firmly held in place by half a can of hair spray applied that morning. The new woman's attractive face was an exact duplicate of the real Miss Brock's familiar slightly plump fortyish face with big plump cheeks and makeup. From the way that the blouse moved and filled out as she sat up, it was obvious that the new woman's chest was also an exact duplicate of the real Miss Brock's matronly C-cup sized chest. The smell of her lavender perfume quickly filled Doctor Jennings's nostrils as he also heard the unmistakable sound of her nylon clad legs rubbing together. On her feet were two open-toed shoes with two-inch heels revealing that her toenails were painted the same color as her painted fingernails. Dangling from her left wrist was a golden bracelet that the real Miss Brock considered to be her lucky piece. Around her neck and pointing down toward her v-neck cleavage was a simple gold necklace and small golden cross.
Dangling from each ear were two small golden ear rings. When she spoke, it was the soft dulcet voice that he instantly recognized as being his secretary's pleasant-sounding voice.
"Well, doc, you see now that I wasn't lying about those fucking nightly transformations. Do you want to call your secretary in here so that you can compare us side by side?"
"Uhh no. The less people that know about your ability to transform your body, the easier it will be to keep your secret. But I do need to send her home for the evening. Keep quite and let me get rid of her."
Going over to the door leading out to the reception area, he cautiously opened the door just wide enough so that he could look out at his secretary's desk but not far enough so that she could accidentally see inside to discover Raymond was now her exact twin. As expected, she was still at her desk working on his medical transcriptions.
"Miss Brock, it looks like I'll be here for several more hours. Why don't you go on home. I'll lock up."
As his real secretary accepted his offer to close the office, Doctor Jennings glances flickered rapidly back and forth from his real secretary's matronly body to the new duplicate woman's body sitting quietly on his patient's couch. Closing the door and making sure that it was locked from the inside, Doctor Jennings began slowly walking around the transformed patient sitting quietly on the couch.
He was examining everything about her, seeing nothing that reminded him of Raymond's real body. The person sitting on the couch was an exact duplicate of his female secretary. As well as observing her physical appearance, he was also noticing the new woman's attitude and actions. Although Raymond had reported that he had absolutely freaked out for several minutes immediately following each of the previous nightly transformations, the transformed Raymond now seemed very relaxed and tolerant of the situation. Apparently some of the hypnotic suggestions to feel relaxed and to accept the transformation were working.
"Uhhh, how do you feel, Raymond?"
"A little angry that it happened to me again. A little sad that we don't have a way to control it but otherwise I feel somewhat normal. Well, I feel as normal as anyone should feel who suddenly awakened to discover large boobs bouncing on his chest and panty hose on his legs. How should I feel, Doctor?"
"I'm pleased that you feel more relaxed. What about your sexual urges? Do you feel a strong desire to attack me?"
"Mmmm, yes and no. I feel a strong desire to have sex but when I look at you, that desire sort of fades. Sorry, that probably didn't sound right but that's what happens now."
"Good....I think. How else do you feel?"
"It's hard to describe. I still would like to fuck but it's not controlling me now. I feel a strong desire to fuck someone but I also feel that I can control that desire. I don't know if I can keep it under control all night but right now it's easy for me to keep under control. I do feel hungry for some food. I haven't really taken care of myself the last few days."
"Great. It sounds like our hypnotic suggestions are working.
With a little more re-enforcement tomorrow, we should be able to bring your attitude and emotions more under control so that we can work positively upon finding a long term cure for your transformations. Let's give my secretary a few minutes to get downstairs and away from here then I'll take you out to dinner."
"Good ideal, I wouldn't want to bump into her coming back to the office for any reason. It might be very difficult for you to explain why your new patient now has an exact duplicate of her body."
******
They used the few minutes that they were delaying to quiz the new woman as to how she felt, what the transformation felt like and other details that were being secretly recorded on the video machine still running. When the doctor announced that it was time to go get something to eat, Raymond eagerly leaped up only to discover that the balance of his new body was greatly different and that the high heels strapped around his ankles would compound the walking.
As Raymond started to fall forward onto the floor, the Doctor's reflexes took over so that he stepped forward and caught her with his body and arms. As the feel of the transformed woman's soft breasts pressing against his chest caused an almost instant warmth within the Doctor's groin, he sensed that his physical touch of her body was also causing similar feelings within her body.
With her warm soft body pressed hard against his body, he held her tightly to keep her from falling. However instead of struggling to regain her balance, she remained limp in his arms and tilted her head upwards slightly to look at his face. There was a different look on her face now. A look of strong lust and horny desire as the strong sexual desires overrode the earlier hypnotic suggestions. Her head tilted slightly sideways and her lips came toward his lips. Before he realized what was occurring, Doctor Jennings own lips were ready for the kiss coming toward his face.
As their lips met, he felt her move her feet slightly to regain her balance and to push her warm body more into his arms. As her soft lips pressed against his lips, her tongue began expertly teasing his reluctant lips as her arms went sensuously up around his neck. The heat coming from her probing tongue entering his mouth was almost as warm as the heat emitting from her twin soft mounds pressed firmly against his chest.
As she attacked his lips with a passion that he had never experienced before, he realized that the curse was affecting him too. Just as she had been instantly turned into a wanton slut from just the momentary touch of their bodies, so had his own desires been inflamed. Just as she couldn't stop ravishing his body, neither could he stop her.
A few seconds later when he felt her hands and body pushing him back to the couch, he quickly acquiesced. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Just as he felt the back of his legs touching the couch, he felt her hands fumbling with his belt as her lips continued to suck hungrily upon his lips pulling his soul into her horny body. A moment later, she had his trousers and underwear pulled down around his ankles and she pushed him down onto the couch. As he spread his legs so that her lips could slide down from his face to his groin, he kept telling himself "as soon as her initial hunger is satisfied, I can get control again".
It felt strange to hear the husky sound of his secretary's normal voice as she laughed at the sight of his erection that still had the earlier smear of lipstick from the bathroom encounter. It felt even stranger to look down at the stiff hair-sprayed mane of dark hair and to see the familiar lips of his long-time secretary wrap around his cock. It felt even stranger to see her look up at him and try to smile as she shoved his cock all the way into her mouth. He would never be able to look at the real Miss Brock anymore without remembering that magical moment.
******
He had been right. Once the new Miss Brock's initial strong sexual desires were satisfied for a few minutes, she had been able to gain some control over her almost uncontrollable desires. As he laid gasping on the couch with his trousers down around his ankles and feeling drained of all energy, she had pushed away from him and had rushed to the bathroom where the sound of her gagging and subsequent rinsing her mouth came through the open doorway.
Pulling his trousers back up, he walked toward the open bathroom door worried about her current mental state. His patient was standing in front of the mirror intently staring at her mirrored facial image's eyes. Realizing that his earlier hypnotic suggestions were being obeyed to self hypnotize herself to increase her willpower, he didn't say a word as he watched her stare unblinkingly into the mirror while her lips were silently moving.
A minute later, she shook her head and turned slowly. There was a faint smile on her cum-smeared lips and a gleam of strong determination in her eyes. The husky sound was gone from her voice as she acknowledged his presence. Pointing to a damp spot on her blouse, she tried to laugh as she explained the reason for the wetness.
"Apparently some of your cum escaped my mouth and wound up on my blouse. I saw it and had to clean it up. Speaking of my new mouth, I'm still hungry. Are you going to take me out to dinner?"
******
After a few minutes of practicing walking across the floor in high heels, the new woman was ready to go out in public to get dinner. Although Doctor Jennings wanted to hold her arm as he escorted her out of the building and down the street to one of his favorite restaurants, he knew that touching her would be dangerous for both of them. Clearly she wasn't able to sustain the control of her body yet and once she was out of control, then he would also loose control and join her in her wild debauchery.
It felt very strange to be sitting in the familiar restaurant across from his new patient and to know that it wasn't really his secretary. Because he frequently brought the real Miss Brock to the same restaurant when they were working late, the waiter assumed that the transformed Raymond was the real Miss Brock and addressed her by that name.
"Do you want your usual salad, Miss Brock?"
Shaking her head, she folded the menu and surprised the waiter with her order.
"No, I feel very ravenous tonight. Bring me the biggest steak on the menu."
As soon as the waiter headed back toward the kitchen to turn in their dinner order, she demonstrated that she was able to think logically about her situation and to make correct decisions.
"If you call me Raymond, I'll kick you. What's my new first name? You know, the one that goes with my new body."
"Lois. Lois Brock"
"Ok, now what's your first name? Since we're now lovers, I want to know your name."
"Kelly. I was named after my grandfather."
"Ok, Kelly, where am I going to sleep tonight. Am I going back to 'Raymond's place' or your place? I don't expect that you're going to allow me to roam the streets the way that I've roamed the last several nights. And I also expect that you don't want me going to the real Lois Brock's apartment either."
"You're right. Looks like you go home with me. How do you feel?"
"Hmmm, I feel conflicting emotions. Ever since I've sucked your cock, I feel sort of attracted to you. But then again I feel like I should push away. I suspect that the real Lois tried to keep her distance from you simply because of your work relationship and that's what I'm feeling. I noticed over the last few nights that I would pick up the sort of men that my borrowed body was obviously attracted to. When we first walked into the restaurant, while you were talking to the hostess a man sitting at the bar caught my eye and I almost left you to go sit with him. I felt strongly attracted to him. The real Lois must like men who look muscular."
The rest of dinner was similar chitchat. Once after one round of laughter, the new Lois caught herself just as she started to casually rub her ankle against Kelly's ankle under the table.
When dinner was completed, she felt a strong need to go to the bathroom. Before getting up, she observed that she didn't have a purse although she had everything else that the real Lois had been wearing. Kelly quickly came up with an explanation.
"She normally keeps it locked in her desk drawer, Lois. When she escorted you back into my office was probably the closest that she came to you. The curse copied her appearance at that moment. If she had been carrying a purse, the curse would probably have copied it along with the necklace, skirt, blouse, and ear rings."
A few minutes later, the new Lois came back from the bathroom with a strange look on her face.
"Kelly, when I came out of the Ladies bathroom, I could see into the bar area. The same man was still there and he smiled at me. I found myself walking back into the bar to be near him. I felt a strong desire to have sex with him and would have left with him to go somewhere to fuck.
Except.....I somehow found the strength to pull away from him because I knew that it wasn't right. I still feel like having sex. I must have sex soon with you or I'm...going to find someone to have sex with. Take me home. Now."
******
Doctor Kelly Jennings was sitting on a large chair in the corner of his bedroom. He was dressed simply in a robe and was staring intently at his rumpled bed. Sound asleep in the bed was the person that was Lois Brock's physical twin. It had been a long night of almost constant sex. When Kelly's exhausted cock had refused to cooperate anymore and to be constantly erect, then his tongue and fingers had taken over in the need to satisfy his bed partner's strong sexual desires.
There was nothing masculine about the new woman's all-woman body. Her soft, large breasts were just as real and fun as any woman's breasts. Her warm pussy was just as functional as any other woman's vagina. For all practical purposes, he had just spend the night repeatedly fucking his secretary.
He was sitting in the chair because it was the wee hours of the morning just before sunrise and he wanted to see the effect of the sunrise on her body. Glancing over at the window, he looked out the window and saw the first pink tinge of the approaching day. Glancing back at the bed, he almost jumped when he saw that the naked woman sleeping in his bed had already turned back into a sleeping Raymond.
The short haircut, the mannish, muscular body, the square- jawed face showed that the transformation had already occurred. Glancing down on the floor where his clothes still laid where they had disrobed each other the previous evening, he didn't see the panties, pantyhose, bra, slip, blouse, skirt, and high heels that had been there a scant thirty seconds earlier. Instead there were some scruffy jeans, sweatshirt, drawers, t-shirt and some running shoes.
Shaking his head, he knew that he still didn't believe it was possible that the man sleeping in his bed was the passionate woman that he had made love to all night.
An hour later when Raymond awakened, the young man instantly became angry.
"God damn it, it happened to me again. And I trusted you.
You fucked me. You let me suck your dick. You were supposed to help me and instead you used me. How could you do that to me."
As Raymond quickly dressed, Doctor Jennings tried to restore the doctor-patient relationship that he needed to help Raymond.
Unfortunately the young man was so angry that he wasn't listening to anything that the doctor had to say. As soon as Raymond slipped into his clothes, he walked firmly toward the door as Doctor Jennings followed him pleading for Raymond to just give him ten minutes to explain.
As Raymond rushed out of the apartment closely followed by Doctor Jennings still dressed in his bathrobe, one of the neighbors saw the half-naked older man chasing after the angry young man. From the bemused expression on the neighbor's face, it was evident to the doctor that the noisy busybody had leaped to the wrong conclusion about the relationship between the middle-aged male doctor and the young man.
A moment later, Raymond jumped into the elevator and was gone, leaving Doctor Jennings standing in the hallway feeling ridiculous because the noisy neighbor was still standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.
*******
Doctor Jennings nervously tapped a pencil against his desk as he stared at the monitor as it displayed the tape of Raymond West's very unique session. Now that he was back in his office and away from the sexual magnetism of his new patient, the Doctor was feeling several different emotions.
When he had earlier walked into his office and saw the real Lois Brock sitting at her desk, he had felt a strong desire to jerk her out of her chair and to make mad passionate love to her on top of her desk. When she had seen the strange look on his face and had asked "is there something that I can do for you, doctor?", he had almost told her what he wanted her to do. He had wanted to see if the real Lois Brock could suck his cock and fuck as good as the phony Lois Brock.
Instead he had told her to cancel all of his appointments for the day and that he would only see Raymond West if "Mister West came back". Then he had locked himself in his office and studied the tape most of the day.
Several times during the day, he had walked out to his secretary's desk and stood by her desk as if there was something that he wanted to say to her. Once she had become slightly embarrassed when she noticed that there was a strange bulge in his trousers that could only be one thing.
But each time, he had said nothing and returned to the privacy of his inner office.
He had found it difficult to look at her and to know that he wanted to tell her that he knew what it was like to suck on her tits. That he knew exactly what her pussy tasted like.
That her mouth had given him the best blow job of his life just a few hours earlier. That she had screamed his name out loud during one very passionate sweaty moment. That when she had begged him to stick his tongue up in her hot cunt, that he hadn't been able to refuse her most delightful request.
There was a lot that he wanted to tell her about her wonderful body and about how he could satisfy her physical needs just as he had satisfied the false Lois Brock's body.
It was very difficult to look at the prim and proper woman while he knew what every inch of her body looked like. It was very difficult to keep from jerking her up out of her chair, to bend her over her desk, to jerk down her panties and to fuck her from the rear.
******
When sunset came, the Doctor closed his office. He had sent Miss Brock home a few hours earlier because he had been pacing the floor and fighting the urge to expose himself to her. With the office closed, he slowly went down the street to the restaurant where he and the new Lois had ate dinner the previous night. After the waiter gave him his customary table, he ordered his dinner and silently remembered how his previous night's dinner date had surprised the waiter by eating the biggest steak in the restaurant.
He was finishing his dessert when he looked up from his plate to see a woman coming across the room toward him. She was a young woman with a slender body who looked somewhat like Meg Ryan with her close-cropped rumpled blonde hair and college-girl looks. Pulling out the chair opposite him, she sat down without introducing herself. He had never seen her before but it only took one look into her eyes and he knew who she was.
"Doc, I spent all day looking for the old woman and failed again. It's like she has vanished from the face of the earth. Sorry that I ran away from you this morning. I was angry at you because I expected more from you and I was angry at myself because you had failed to keep me completely under control. It wasn't until I turned into this different body at sunset that I realized that you were affected just as much as me by the curse. Then I realized that just as I couldn't help myself last night, that neither could you. So what have you been doing today, Kelly? Did you tell Lois how you gave her body a good fucking last night?"
"No, but I've set at the office all day waiting for you. I think that we need to have some more hypnotic sessions. I concentrated the small time that I had available in our first session in making sure that you felt relaxed and had some control when you were a woman and did nothing for the time when you would return to being Raymond again. That's why you ran away this morning when you turned back into your normal body. You weren't under any hypnotic suggestion to feel relaxed when you were Raymond, only when you were a woman. That's why you felt confused today but now feel relaxed so that you could come back tome again. I need to hypnotize you again."
Seeing the waiter coming toward the table, she snapped a quick order to him "bring me a large steak" before answering Kelly's suggestion.
"Hypnotize me again? Ok. But first, you've got to fuck me.
I'm feeling extremely horny again and starting to feel very nervous because of the strange feelings are growing stronger. This body must like the way that you look."
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It had been another long night for Doctor Jennings. The new woman's body, which they were calling Meg simply because they didn't know her original body's real name, had been very amorous as expected. But the Doctor had been able to work in a hypnotic session where he concentrated upon giving hypnotic suggestions to make Raymond in his normal male body during the daytime to feel more comfortable and relaxed with the strange situation.
Although it had been a long night because of the mixture of therapeutic hypnotic session and bouts of sex, it had also been a very wonderful night for the doctor. Where the overweight Lois body the previous night had been soft and full from her matronly plumpness, the Meg body had been lean and very supple. Where the Lois body had been more suited to making love in only a couple of basic positions, the new Meg body's more agile flexibility had resulted in both of them frequently being in unusual sexual positions that only a contortionist could appreciate.
As before, when the first rays of sunrise broke through the dark skies, Meg's beautiful body instantly turned once again into Raymond's normal male body. This time instead of letting the young boy sleep peacefully, the Doctor awakened him. The doctor was feeling exhausted from the two very long days and nights involvement with his new patient and had already called the office to leave a message with Miss Brock that he wouldn't be in that day. The doctor was interested in observing the effects of the new hypnotic suggestions on Raymond before he collapsed in total exhaustion.
"Raymond, talk to me."
The young man's eyes snapped open as he jerked out of the sound sleep. For a second, he looked confused as he tried to figure out why he was in a strange bedroom and why there was a older man wearing a robe standing near the bed. Then from the change in his expression, it was obvious that Raymond recalled the events of the previous night. His head jerked to look down at his naked chest to help him determine which body he currently had. As soon as he saw the normal flat masculine chest of his real body, he seemed to relax slightly. Propping his head up with his arm, his voice seemed calm as he answered the request.
"About what, doc? Man, that was a long night. That bitch must like older men because she was certainly turned on by your body. Keeping her under control was really difficult because she started feeling amorous as soon as she saw you in the restaurant last night."
The doctor had expected that type of viewpoint because his earlier hypnotic suggestions had been intended to separate Raymond's feelings from the various nightly female bodies.
By having Raymond look at his nighttime female self as being some one different from his normal self, it removed a lot of the confusion that he felt during the daytime hours.