Here is a short little piece of fluff my muse squished out of me while I was trying to do other things. If you are totally offended by ‘blurbs’ that say nothing about the story they advertise, sorry, but this is one of those. If you read my earlier story on this site and enjoyed it enough to take a chance of this one, THANK YOU, well, I guess that is a form of advertising too. If you have read both please leave me a short note of comparison between the two. I am interested to know if anyone sees similarities between them. (or differences) Damn! I sure hope you find differences.

“This WILL be reversible, right? I mean ALL the changes will go back to the way they were, RIGHT? I’ll be me again, right?”

“Don’t worry. It’s all under control. Have I ever steered you wrong before?”

“Do you REALLY want me to answer that question?”

“This machine is ‘state of the art’. You’ll be yourself as soon as the job is complete.”

“If it’s such a sure thing why aren’t you going through the change instead of me?”

“We’ve been over this a dozen times. You’ll go in, in disguise, to distract the ‘package’. I’ll do my ‘thing’. You will walk away as if nothing happened and the rest of the guys make good and sure I haven’t grown a tail. Now stay quiet while I secure you so you don’t slip while we move you into the machine, there are a lot of sharp things in there.”

“But, what about the way I move and act? I can’t learn all that in the two days this takes.”

“Relax will you, I told you, it’s all part of the process. You could spend a week in a Mexican brothel and the only thing you’d need to worry about, would be to remember to pay the madam.”

“Can we do something to stop the constant whining about being able to reverse the process? If some of that slips out on the job, the wheels all fall off.”

“The only possibility would be to put a block on the core identity. The core identity would still have to be there, because there is not way to reverse this if we erase it, but it would be unable to affect the surface personality. It would leave the core personality unable to affect the body in any way. The bad news is, that soon the inability to make itself manifest would begin to erode the core’s sanity level.”

“How long until that happens?”

“Oh, it would begin as soon as the realization set in, sort of like putting someone in a padded cell. As soon as they wake up they KNOW they are in a cell.”

“Will this affect functionality? Will this change the timetable for the job?”

“Oh no, we should be able to input enough information to the surface personality to be sure everything goes smoothly. It would only become apparent when we reverse the process to allow the core identity to reunite with the body.”

“What will happen then?”

“Well, it depends on how long the surface personality has been in control. You see, there would be a ‘leaching’ of personality AND since the core would have no outlet, the leaching will all be ‘one way’.”

“What do you mean?”

“Given enough time, the surface personality would dominate the core identity. On an increasing level, the mannerisms and reactions would be inextricably woven into the essence of our friend there.”

“How long before that becomes a factor?”

“It could be as little as three weeks or as long as four months. It’s impossible to say with any certainty.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing Doc.”

“Well if that should come to be the case, it would be better to leave the physical changes and allow our friend at least the comfort of feeling whole.”

“Well, with the ‘cooling off’ period, three weeks is cutting it a little fine, but if everything works out it should be long enough.”

“Oh, one other thing, in order for the machine to put the block in place, our friend must allow it.”

“What does that mean?”

“In effect, we must get permission to put the block in place.”

“How in the HELL do you expect me to get permission for that?”

“How do you con people out of thousands of dollars? Besides, the process is more than half completed now anyway, with the surface personality already exerting some influence over the body and therefore the brain too. The persuasion shouldn’t be all THAT difficult.”

I opened my eyes when I felt fingers massaging my chest. The tingly feeling went right through me, I still couldn’t move my arms or legs, but I just couldn’t help squirming my hips and butt. There was an empty feeling between my legs, that all my squirming just seemed to exacerbate.

“Jack?”

Pant, “Yeah?”

“We have a little problem. We need your help.”

Pant, pant, “Oh god, what?” pant, pant.

“In order to do your part of the job smoothly, you will need to be totally convincing, right?”

Gulp, pant, pant, pant, “Yeah, so?” huh, huh, huh, huh.

“We would like to submerge your personality a little to make sure you act the way you should in every situation.”

Uh, uh, uh, “I-i-i-is it safe? Whu whu whu whu will I still be muh muh muh muh me?”

“Oh absolutely. It just means Meg here will be in the driver’s seat, so to speak.”

If I had been at least SOMEWHAT coherent just then, I’m positive I wouldn’t look like this today. Al was ‘pushing my buttons’, ‘adjusting my set’ playing ‘Come in Tokyo’, if you know what I mean.

“Sh uh uh uh uh uh ure g-g-g-g-g-go uh uh uh uh uh head…”

The next time I woke up the restraints were off, but somehow I still couldn’t move. It almost freaked me right out. Then suddenly, without the slightest thought, I go up, went into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and peed. ‘Ok that isn’t so bad.’ Then I rolled some “TP” onto my right hand and wiped myself. ‘Oh, that feels a little – ok a LOT – different.’ I sniffed. ‘Ewwww, I need to clean up.’ ‘Did I just think, *Ewwww*? Weird.’ I reached for the tap, turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. Then I put the plug in the bathtub drain. ‘Why did I do that?’ I poured some crystals into the tub. ‘Strange to have these tits bouncing around all the time. Good thing I won’t have them all that long.’

If you’ve seen one woman bathe and get ready to go out … Well, ok, every one is different, but they all have similar routines. I will leave off the description here except for to say it was crazy to be doing all that as if I were on autopilot, good thing too, because I had NO idea how to even begin doing all that stuff. I mean, for example, who was the genius who designed bra closures in the back where you can’t see what you’re doing?

“Jack?”

I tried to turn around, but it was as if I were frozen.

“Meg?”

I turned and smiled. “Hi, Al.” ‘What the hell?’

“Jack, we had to block your control of the body.

For the job, you understand?”

I wanted to yell! I wanted to STRANGLE Al. “What are you talking about Al?” I said softly.

“Meg, you will do the job just fine sweetie. After the job is done you will need to go see Doc and get yourself checked out. Jack, we needed to give ‘Meg’ total control to make sure you didn’t screw up at a critical time. So long as you get back to see Doc in less than three weeks you should have no serious after-effects from the process. Of course if something goes wrong … Well, nothing could possibly go wrong, right? Doc told me your sanity shouldn’t be in any danger for at least four months.”

I blacked out.

“The first part of the job went well. You, that is, ‘Meg’, performed perfectly. Everything went according to plan until Al’s sister called his name across the mall, he turned, naturally, AND since he had just identified himself as John, it all fell to shit. Al was killed in the attempted get-away. The authorities held you for questioning and due to your lack of identification for three and a half weeks. They finally let you go because there was no evidence at all linking you to the job and I had a friend ‘acquire’ your identification. But, that isn’t all the bad news. I’m afraid you will never be ‘Jack’ again.”

“WHAT!!!!!!!!!” Oh damn, I just got mascara on my eyelid and it is ‘water-proof’, that means I’ll have to redo my eye-shadow too.

That’s better. Now, “What do you mean Doc?”

“Too much of ‘Meg’s’ character has leached over into your core identity. Didn’t Al tell you about this when he got your permission for the core identity block?”

“What permission?”

“We couldn’t have blocked your core identity without your allowing it. Your core identity would have fought off the attempted block and caused serious psychological problems for both of your personalities. The most likely outcome would have been complete catatonia.”

“When was I supposed to have given this permission, Doc?”

“We weren’t quite done with the process and Al thought your core identity might surface at an inopportune time. He asked if there were some way of stopping you from doing so. I explained to him how it was possible and how we needed your co-operation to make the block work. Al said he would get you to allow the block.”

“All I had to do was say ‘Yes’?”

“In a manner of speaking. You mind needed to be in agreement.”

“That BASTARD!!!!! He had me so ‘worked up’ I didn’t know what was going on, I had only ONE thing on my mind. One big world full of ‘YES’.”

“Well, be that as it may, that isn’t what caused your identities to merge. I told Al quite clearly…”

“What?”

“He asked how long before the leaching would occur. I told him the leaching would begin at once.”

“So why didn’t ‘Meg’ become more ‘Jack’?”

“Because, the ‘Jack’ personality was blocked of course. No way out, information and sensation in one direction only, in. I told Al that it would be detrimental to ‘Jack’s’ sanity in three weeks to four months. Surely, he must have told you that, at the very least?”

“Yes, that part I remember. But why do I still have this body? I remember who I was now.” I just finished the clear-coat on my fingernails. Now I couldn’t do anything with my hands for at least ten minutes or I would mess them up. I checked them over to see that I had the deep wine colour even as always.

“What is your name?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What is your name?”

“What has that got to do with my body?”

Just answer the question please?”

“Jacquelyn Boyd.” ‘Oh my god! Why did I say Jacquelyn?’ “I’m Jacqui, DAMN IT!! Jacquelyn, I mean. WHAT!!!!!!!! Oh, my god. I am me, right?”

“The leaching of the ‘Meg’ identity has built a completely feminine self-concept in you. It would completely destroy your ‘self’ if I attempted to over-ride this new feminine self you have become. That would be what is called ‘identity death’ and I couldn’t do that to you. Right now you are still ‘Jack’ in the only way possible. With the amount of femininity that leached into your ‘self’, a masculine ‘Jack’ just isn’t possible, but ‘Jacquelyn’ is possible. You are you, but as a woman. You have all the memories of the old ‘Jack’, but you are SO much a woman in your ‘being’ that the only way you could possibly live with yourself, so to speak, is in a beautiful female body. I will have you know, I did NOT give you the name ‘Jacquelyn’. You named yourself. In fact, you did so for the VERY first time, just now when I forced you to name yourself. (muttering – Thank goodness I only altered the ‘sex’ on her ID, leaving the J. Boyd part alone and that ‘Meg’ played along until she was free.)

"What were you wearing when I came in here to talk to you just now?”

“Why, my pixie-style sleep-teddy of course.”

“And what are you wearing now?”

“My favourite, flower-print sun-dress, 4” strappy sandals and day-time make-up. ---- HOLY SHIT! I did all that without even thinking about it.”

“Exactly. You look like a goddess in your bra, garter-belt, thong and stockings, by the way. Maybe you will give me the opportunity to help you out of them later?” ‘Damn when I designed that new body for Jack --- Did I COOK?!?!?!?!? Of course, I DID hope (read ‘plan’) things would work out ‘more or less’ (read ‘exactly’) the way they did. That “anonymous” call to get Al’s sister to the mall worked out perfectly.’ ‘Proper Planning Positively Profits Peter.’

I wanted to blush and shrink away into a corner… I think? What I did instead was stand up, press my body into Doc’s and slide my hip up and down his erection until he pulled away. ‘Wow, I AM a woman.’ I could even feel myself becoming aroused, my very own erections and a slick warmth in my vagina as I squirmed my hips.

“Do you, Jacquelyn Boyd, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day foreward?”

“I do.”

“Do you Peter ‘Doc’ Jones take….?”

“Breathe.”

Pant, pant, pant, “CHHH, chhh, chhh, whew.” ‘Well, at least I should be able to get my figure back soon… Well except for cup-size… Twins, sheesh what a way to justify a whole drawer-full of new bras.’

“Push!”

“AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”