Swapping Solstice

The Swapping Solstice by Tanya Sissipus

"Hey, Shonda!" His blue eyes winking her way, Kidd smiled. "Cold enough for ya?"

"Oh, funny -- like I haven't heard that a hundred times since Friday." Shonda scowled, but her voice was as sweet and friendly as ever. The mock-scowl turned into an honest frown, though, when she noticed the young man was struggling his way into a parka, a disgusting green thing that looked three sizes too small. "Oh gawd! Please tell me you're not going out there!"

He tried to shrug, but the borrowed jacket didn't leave him much room. "What, you think I'm gonna spend my whole vacation cooped up in here?" As he tried to free a mess of brown hair from the way-too-tight collar, he cursed the sound of a fresh tear along the shoulder seam. "If I could've found a coat that fit," he told the petite beauty, "I would have been gone Friday afternoon."

"You're crazy!" When Kidd gave no indication he intended to stop and listen, she scurried ahead to manoeuver herself between him and the doors. "I mean, hello, haven't you been paying attention? This has been the worst storm in, like, thirty years!"

Kidd was touched by her concern but, at the same time, wanted to laugh. Shonda was almost a foot shorter and sixty pounds lighter than himself, but that hadn't stopped her from trying to keep him inside. "I'll be fine," he told her. All he'd heard for the past three days had been doom and gloom -- from his own radio, the library's television, the staff, and the students -- but he knew they were exaggerating things for the sake of safety. The storm had BEEN a rough one, he freely admitted that, but the worst seemed to be over.

"Kidd!" She was being pushed backwards -- gently, of course -- leaving black marks on the floor from her heels. She wasn't about to give up so easily, though. He could push her right through the doors if he wanted, and it still wouldn't make any difference. "Do you even have snow-tires on that piece shit you drive?"

"Nope." Almost to the doors now, he picked the young woman up, turned, and set her down next to the lockers. Then, chuckling softly, he dangled a set of keys before her. With a mischievous wink, he told her, "That's why I borrowed Joe's truck."

Suddenly, Shonda's eyes widened as she pointed to the skull-shaped keychain. "He let YOU borrow his truck? You? His mortal enemy?"

With the front door already open, Kidd smiled. "Hey, what the asshole doesn't know can't hurt him, right?" The wind howling behind him, he managed to block most of the blowing snow with his body as he leaned down for a kiss. "Come on," he whispered, "just one -- for good luck."

The brunette didn't even hesitate. With a party-girl squeal, Shonda jumped into Kidd's arms and hugged him tight, her arms barely encircling his muscled torso. Gawd, she'd wanted to do this for the longest time, but the burly young wrestler just never seemed interested. Once -- just once -- she wished he'd get rip-roaring drunk, toss her down on a strange couch, and leave her with some kinky memories to make the hangover worthwhile.

Reluctantly, she let go and stepped back out of the cold. "You'd better come back," she smiled.

"Hey, don't worry about me." Kidd grinned as he turned the collar up on his jacket. Then, in his best Schwarzenegger impression, he drawled "I'll . . . be back." With that, he disappeared into swirling wall of white, lost from sight before the door even had time to bang closed.

As she turned away from the door, Shonda shuddered again. This time, though, there was no arctic breeze to blame it on.

"You . . . goddam . . . mother-fucking . . . piece . . . of . . . SHIT!" Cursing at the top of his lungs, Kidd smashed his fist against the cold, hard steering-wheel. Halfway home, stranded on an empty road, with nobody around for miles, and he ran out of gas. It was so stupid, so idiotic, so pathetic, he could almost believe that Joe had planned it that way!

"Come on . . . come on . . ." Again and again he turned the key, waiting for the familiar sound of a fuel-injected ignition coming to life. "Oh, come on . . ." Maybe the gas-gage was broken and he'd just stalled. Maybe he was sitting on a full tank and the engine was just a little damp. The only thing he COULDN'T hope for was an extra can of gas in back -- between the smelly old bed, the monstrous speaker system, and the beer-fridge, there was no room!

"Fuck it!" With a sigh of disgust, he turned everything off. As comforting as a little heat and some music might be, he had to save the battery for later. The storm WAS worse than he'd wanted to believe, and he hadn't passed more than two cars since leaving the school. Later, somebody MIGHT see his headlights in the darkness, but there wasn't much he could do right now.

Nothing, that is, except wait.

"Oh, perfect." Kidd chuckled into the darkness as he tried the lights again. "This is just wonderful." With cold, shaking hands he jiggled the keys in the ignition. "Oh, I am enjoying this SO much." His voice eerily calm and quiet, he tried the heat instead, then the radio. "Nothing . . . nada . . . zip . . . zilch . . . zero . . ." As he collapsed back into the cold leather seat, there was a disturbing edge to his laughter.

Suddenly, the young man began to beat on the dashboard with almost-frostbitten fists. "I really didn't fucking need this!" The inside of the truck had gotten steadily colder as the day dragged on, leaving him painfully frozen, then frighteningly numb. He'd stepped outside once -- just once -- but the blinding snow and sub-zero wind-chill had forced him right back inside. Later, out of desperation, he had tried again, but the doors were frozen shut.

Thoroughly defeated, Kidd laid himself down on the bench seats, shoving his hands beneath his body. "Had to steal a coat without pockets," he cursed, "didn't you?" With nothing left to do but wait for morning, he decided he should save his strength -- for all the good it would do. As if being stranded on the side of a deserted road weren't bad enough, a quick survey of the truck had revealed more bad news -- the fridge was empty, the bed lumpy and diseased, and he had nothing to burn. Of course, if he could have coaxed even an hour's life from the fucking battery, none of that would have mattered!

"Should've listened to Shonda," he told himself softly. "It's just like some cheesy horror movie -- the cute little chick is always right."

The doomed young man tried to laugh, but couldn't control his chattering teeth. Far too quickly, sleep began to claim his weakened body. Kidd knew he should stay awake, knew he might not ever wake up, but was powerless to resist. Instead, he clung to the memory of Shonda's embrace, wishing he could recapture just a tiny bit of its warmth. For a moment, he swore it was working, but his body succumbed to unconsciousness before he could even wonder if it was just frostbite setting in.

The first thing Kidd noticed upon waking wasn't the heat, the noise, or the pale red glow from above -- it was the rough, incessant jabbing between his legs. "Unnggh . . ." Still half-asleep, he tried to free himself of the painful prodding, but couldn't move. He couldn't roll over, couldn't sit up, couldn't even bring up his arm to dig out the mysterious annoyance. Suddenly, panic set in.

"Oh, shit! The snow, the snow!" Kidd began thrashing back and forth, but felt like he was only digging himself in even deeper. "Oh, gawd, I'm gonna die!" Too groggy to realize he was warm and dry, he figured the window must have collapsed sometime during the night, burying him under a ton of snow!

"Shhh! Hey, hey, shhh!"

The panic vanished just as suddenly as it had begun, replace instead by a kind of sleepy confusion. Part of him recognized the human voice for what it was, but he needed another minute to understand the implications.

"Come on, you're gonna, like, wake everybody up."

"What?"

"Shut . . . up, " the phantom voice giggled, "or you're really gonna get us in trouble."

Kidd forced himself to calm down. Slowly, gradually, he started to notice his surroundings. Where he'd been expecting the lumpy leather truck seat, he found a lumpy flannel blanket instead. That low droning in his ears wasn't the howling wind, it was the murmur of a few dozen voices. The soft, restrictive coffin that had triggered his panic attack wasn't snow, it was a damn sleeping bag. He still had no idea what was jabbing him between the legs, but . . . for some reason, he was in no hurry to dislodge it.

"What . . . where . . . where am I?"

"The gym, stupid."

"You mean, somebody actually made it out to rescue me?" The young man shook his head in surprise. "Who the hell would be that crazy?"

"Rescue you?" The mysterious voice chuckled softly. "I think YOU'RE the crazy one, girl!"

Before Kidd could respond to that bizarre surprise, he heard the familiar sound of a sleeping bag being unzipped around him. "Ooooaaaaaahhhhh . . ." Momentarily free of the suffocating cocoon, he reached out to stretch cramped limbs, only to feel another weight come pressing down atop him. A desperate, blind grope revealed a nicely rounded ass and a pair of firm little breasts. Despite his confusion, he grinned -- this wasn't so bad, after all.

"You know, hon, the real Sleeping Beauty only needed a kiss to wake her." Suddenly, he felt a warm, sticky finger being pressed against his lips. Feeling strangely playful, he let it slide inside, where he sucked and licked it clean. "Not you, though," the voice giggled. "Gawd, I must have spent twenty minutes diddling your clit before you woke up."

Kidd had allowed the earlier ‘girl' reference to pass him by, but this was something he couldn't ignore. Strangely, though, it didn't really bother him. Instead, it just piqued his curiosity. "Ah, you wanna run that by me again?" he asked.

"Mmmmm, you mean my finger?" His unseen companion giggled again as she slipped a hand between his legs.

As a previously unknown form of pleasure spread out to envelop his body, Kidd decided not to correct her. Instead, he just let himself feel what was happening, enjoy what she was doing. His mind kept insisting that there was something seriously wrong here, but the young man wasn't interested. Whatever was happening felt so wonderful, he never wanted it to end.

"Unngghhhhh . . . ahhhhhhh . . ." Suddenly, that warm tingle had turned into something else entirely. The steady, comfortable pressure between his legs had deepened, driving the pleasure INSIDE him! "Ooooohhhhhh . . ." This was so wrong, so impossible, but he could actually feel his body clench around the invading fingers -- and he loved it!

"Mmmmm, my little Shonda's horny this morning, isn't she?" Any question that little surprise may have provoked was silenced by a long, hard, passionate kiss. Again, he really wasn't worried, just curious.

Even after the kiss was over, he was content to let his lips linger against hers. Enjoying the faint scent of herbal shampoo and feminine musk, he asked softly "Leigh?"

"Yes, lover?" Giggling again, she pulled her hand from between his legs and let him lick the girl-cum from her fingers. Slowly, one at a time, she poked those fingers between his lips and tickled his tongue. "What is it, hon?"

His suspicious confirmed, he just smiled. There were a million questions he wanted to ask, but . . . well, they just didn't seem important. "Oh, nothing," he sighed. "It can wait till later." While they shared another kiss -- tender and romantic this time -- he felt her hands slip between their bodies to fondle his breasts. Moaning against Leigh's lips, he reached up to return the favour.

"Hey, just how long is that t-shirt of yours?" she asked a few minutes later.

He reached down to find that the hem somewhere around his hips. "Ah, not very, I'm afraid."

"Then I guess you'll just have to make a run for it!" With no more warning than that, Leigh knocked the sleeping bag away and yanked him to his feet. "If anybody asks," she giggled, "we both need to pee!"

"Mmmmmm . . . has my little muff-muncher been practising behind my back?"

Kidd raised his face from between her legs and smiled. Really, there was no way he could know for sure, but something made him believe that Leigh and Shonda were an exclusive pair. "Nope." Giggling, he licked the tangy cum from his lips. "You're my one and only, hon."

With a sultry pout, Leigh begged "Tell me what I wanna hear."

Slowly, sensuously, he began kissing his way up her body. Leaving the light brown curls of her bush behind, he whispered "I . . ." Leigh nodded as he continued to leave kisses across her taut little tummy. ". . . love . . ." He eagerly climbed her B-cup mounds with his lips and bit playfully at each rosy nipple. ". . you." Then, jumping straight to her mouth, he sucked and nibbled on her soft red lips, wonderfully fulfilled by her breathless moans.

"Mmmm, I love you too, Shonda."

They remained on the bathroom floor for a few minutes more, content just to hold one another close. Unfortunately, the sun was beginning to peek in the window, suggesting that sleepy teenage girls would not be far behind. "We'd better start back," Leigh whispered. "We've been here too long already."

"You go on ahead," he replied. "I wanna freshen up a bit first."

"Okay, but you'd better take my panties." As she slipped back into her pink jeans, the beautiful brunette laughed. "Wouldn't be the first time we started the day in each other's underwear!"

Kidd returned the laugh and watched her slip out through the peach-coloured door. Her tiny ass had just the right amount of wiggle, her legs were simply stunning, and those feet . . . mmm, just perfect! As the petite, unpainted, toes disappeared around the corner, he noticed the tiny blue vein that crossed Leigh's right ankle. Somehow, that minor imperfection made the rest of the foot so much more special.

When the pitter-patter of her steps faded into silence, he got to his own feet and walked slowly towards the sink. There, gazing back at him from the mirror, was . . . well, Shonda. Her long, dark brown hair; bright blue eyes; cute, sharp little nose; and small, but full mouth. "My gawd . . . Shonda . . ." He placed one hand against the dirty glass, comforted by the sight of his reflection doing the same. It may have been her hand; her long, purple nails; but HE was manipulating it from inside.

"What happened?" Even now, there was no fear, no worry inside him -- just a growing sense of wonder. Taking his hand from the mirror, he stepped back for a better look. First, her wonderfully round, D-cup breasts entered the picture, followed by her tiny little 22 inch waist. Stepping still farther back, the young man turned to the side. "Mmmm, I've always loves that ass," he smiled, giving it a sexy little wiggle. With a final turn, he admired her sleek, sexy legs, and oh-so-tiny, delicate feet.

"Shonda? Are you . . . um, in here with me?" He felt silly asking the question aloud, but it would explain so much. After almost twenty years as a guy, two decades of being rough, tough, and rugged, he was taking to this new body far too easily. It just felt so right, like it had been tailor-made just for him. Of course, that was impossible, but . . . hell, this whole situation was impossible.

As if triggered by thoughts of the impossible, Kidd's memory recalled a hazy, dream-like image from his hypothermia-induced sleep. It was an image of a strangely beautiful woman, tall and pale, with snow-white hair and ice-blue eyes. Her age had been impossible to guess at, but she'd radiated an aura of both agelessness and ancient wisdom. He seemed to remember her standing beside him, almost as if it were the truck that wasn't really there, instead of her.

She'd only been there for an instant, though, a blink of the eye, before she changed . . . changed into something . . . no, someone . . . someone else . . .

Suddenly, the memory shattered around him as his privacy was invaded by a trio of young women. Muttering amongst themselves, they didn't even glance his way as they shuffled into separate stalls. No longer amazed at how calm and comfortable he felt, Kidd just shrugged and headed back for the crowded gymnasium.

"Ohhhhh . . ." One hand pressed to his stomach, Kidd awakened from a dream he already couldn't remember. As he stared up at the dim red glow of emergency lights above, he took a series of long, deep breaths. "Don't . . . don't feel so good," he gasped softly. With a groan, he rolled onto his side, but that only made him feel worse. "Unnngggg . . ." Suddenly, a spasm racked his body, forcing him to his feet before he could even think about it. "Ba-ba-bathroom!"

Still clutching his stomach, he danced across the gym floor on his toes, wincing every time a sleeping body shifted below. It seemed like forever before he reached the door, and nearly twice as long to make it down the hall way. "Unnnggghhh . . ." The young man could feel the bile rising in the back of his throat as he ran, and only a supreme effort of will kept him from vomiting onto the cold tile floor.

Bouncing roughly off the bathroom door, he stumbled into the closest stall and literally fell to his knees. "Ungghh . . . arggghh . . . eeeggghhhhh!"

It was few minutes later before he felt safe enough to rise. Slowly, shakily, he leaned one hand on the toilet paper dispenser and flushed with the other, again spitting into the bowl. The vile taste still in his mouth, he stumbled out to the sink and slapped at the taps. First, he washed the grime from his lips and face, not stopping until he felt clean. Then, after rinsing his mouth a dozen times or so, he washed himself again.

"That is just soooo gross." Kidd grimaced as he shook his hands dry, but had to admit he was feeling better. As he reached up for a paper towel, though, he hesitated. The long, slender fingers before him certainly weren't his own, but neither were they Shonda's. Not only they did look different -- especially the nails, which were short and red, rather than long and purple -- but they felt different too. The strange thing was, they too seemed a perfect fit.

"Gawd, this is weird," he chuckled softly to himself. "In the space of two days, I've come to inhabit the bodies of two different women, and it doesn't bother me. Quite the opposite, in fact. This is getting kinda exciting." Turning to the mirror, he smiled at his reflection, instantly recognizing the blonde hair and blue eyes. "So, we're Jamie this morning, are we? Guess that would explain the upset tummy."

Jamie was a stereotypical blonde bimbo, standing about five-foot-four, with an exaggerated hourglass build. She was neither the most intelligent nor the most talented girl in school, but her 38DD breasts made up for most of that. Not only had they won her the coveted title of cheerleading captain, but they'd also earned her more than a few brownie points from horny teachers. While there was no proof that she'd slept with any of them, the day she revealed her pregnancy had resulted in a level of obvious tension among certain staff AND students.

"Now that I think about it, I can kinda feel . . . well, I'm not sure what I feel." Delighted by this new sensation, he rubbed his naked tummy and wished the baby was old enough to kick. He'd barely begun to show, but his nipples were already more swollen and sensitive than Shonda's had been. Of course, that could've just been the difference between one girl and another, but something told him there was more to it. As strange and unreal as it SHOULD have been, Kidd seemed to have an understanding of what it was like to be pregnant. There were still things he didn't know, but he suspected that Jamie didn't know them either.

Shrugging his shoulders, he exited the bathroom and began a slow walk back to the gym. "Wish I knew how and why this is happening," he muttered. "Not that it really matters, but I'm curious." There it was again, that same comfortable sense of complacency he'd first felt as Shonda. "I mean, if I knew how I got here, maybe I could stick around for a while. Hmmmm, might be nice to do the whole motherhood thing."

As soon as he said it, though, he had a feeling this situation was just as temporary as the first. He did experience a small pang of regret over that, but it never occurred to him NOT to accept it. It wasn't that it seemed wrong to resist the seemingly-inevitable, he just never thought about it.

"So, this is what the bedroom of a sexually liberated cheerleader looks like, eh?" His hand still on the doorknob, Kidd smiled. Not so long ago, the voyeur in him would have taken a guilty, dirty pleasure in the scene before him. A simple little room like this would have seemed the most forbidden territory, promising erotic adventures that even Indiana Jones could only dream of. The instant he steeped inside, though, all he felt was the comfortable, cozy embrace of home.

Earlier that morning, he'd returned from the bathroom to find everyone packing their things. The school would remain open for a few days, to serve as a temporary shelter, but the students were free to return home. Curiously enough, the mention of home had brought to mind this very room, and not the house he'd grown up in. Already, his old home, old family, even his old friends seemed to belong to another life.

"Mmmmm, very nice." Kidd smiled as he laid eyes upon the immense, princess-canopy bed that dominated the tiny room. A gorgeously extravagant work of pink silk, white lace, and solid mahogany, it introduced an element of romance into what he'd previously known of Jamie's life. "So," he asked, patting his tummy, "is this where mommy's little girl was conceived?" He giggled and tossed himself backwards on the bed, delighted at how much bounce it still had.

As he rolled over and over again, loving the sheer size of the bed, he noticed the closet staring at him from across the room. The mirrored doors were like an enchanted window on the pale blue wall, promising wonders and delight for whomever entered. A silly grin spreading across his face, Kidd decided, "After the past few days, I really could use a change." Despite his good-humour, though, it was a sense of honest curiosity that he propelled him towards the closet, rather than a desire for voyeuristic thrills.

Picking a door at random, he slid open the left and stepped inside. "Gawd, the closet's almost as big as the bedroom!" Instinctively, he reached up to turn on the light, hardly even aware that he was doing it. Then, under the soft white glare, he began his inspection.

"Oh, wow . . ." His eyes on a dark purple prom-dress, Kidd very carefully pushed the other clothes aside. Even without touching it, he knew it was definitely not cheap off-the-rack merchandise, but a specially tailored bit of work. He wanted so much to try it on, to indulge himself in the luxury, but couldn't bring himself to unwrap it. Jamie had clearly wrapped and sealed it in anticipation of next spring, and she deserved the honour of realizing that feminine dream.

"Okay, so what do we have that a girl can wear right now?" Still grinning, he took a few steps to his right. Before him were several dozen blouses, made of everything from silk to cotton to polyester, and in more colours than he'd ever seen in any rainbow. Personally, he'd always liked women in pinks or reds, but it was a teal-blue, long-sleeved number that called to him now. Tossing it on the bed, he moved farther down again, past sweaters, t-shirts, and a few light jackets.

Fingering his way through Jamie's collection of dresses, he made mental notes of which one's he like to try on later. Sold-colours seemed to be her favourite, but it was the floral-prints that caught his eye most often. "Need something to go with that blouse," he whispered softly. Rejecting her sexy miniskirts one-by-one, he took a much closer look at her knee-length and full-length skirts. There were several that he sensed would be just right, but he eventually settled on a long black skirt, slit just past the knee.

After tossing that on the bed too, he returned for a quick glance through the rest of Jamie's clothes. The section of skirts gave way to pants and slacks, among which he was surprised to find only two pairs of jeans. "Probably just as well," he smiled, "since I won't be fitting into them in a few weeks anyway." The rest of the closet featured a random collection of nightgowns and sleep-shirts, but he decided to leave them for later.

Next, he knelt down to examine the collection of shoes below, whistling softly at just how many pairs there were. There were plain tennis shoes in the back corner, mostly white or black, but he also found a set of flourescent-coloured canvas sneakers that he immediately fell in love with. Grabbing a teal-pair that almost perfectly matched his blouse, he held them against his feet. It was then that he noticed how beautiful, how erotic those tender little tootsies were. Much shorter and skinnier than his old feet, Jamie's were almost baby-smooth. There wasn't a single hair to be found and only a few wrinkles on the soft soles.

Sitting down on the floor, he crossed his legs and raised one foot to his face. "Gawd, those little toes are adorable!" His big toe looked just like a tiny thumb, while his baby toe had a slight kink to it that actually turned him on. Even his nails were erotic, almost like miniature versions of his painted fingernails. Curious, he extended his leg, giggled at how his nails almost seemed to disappear into the distance.

"What a shame we've gotta put you away," he sighed. Tossing the canvas sneakers towards the bed, he continued his search. Beside them he found a few pairs of platform shoes and high-heels, but not nearly as many as he'd expected. "Probably not the best support for an athletic cheerleader," he reasoned, "not to mention an expectant mother." The rest of the floor contained some sandals and mules that he really liked, but it wasn't the season for them. The three pairs of bunny-slippers in the other corner, though, would surely see some action later than night.

Pulling the closet door closed, Kidd asked himself, "So, what's next?" One red nail tapping lightly against his soft, full lips, he gazed around the room. As soon as he spotted the dresser beside him, he laughed. "Of course, silly -- underwear!"

Wide enough to stretch almost from the closet to the wall, the dresser was clearly an antique. The twelve drawers had been carved with scroll-work that matched the bed, and the oval-shaped mirror above looked so delicate, he was afraid to touch it. The tiny forest of cosmetics on top, though, intrigued him. There were, of course, tubes of lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, and mascara, but it was the unfamiliar objects that interested him.

"Now this . . . this is really weird." Picking things at random, he only had to touch the different cosmetics, and instantly knew their purpose. He still had no idea what some of them were called, but he had no doubt that putting on the makeup would come just as easily as everything else. "Definitely strange, but kinda cool, too."

Turning his attention to the dresser itself, Kidd decided to start at the top and work his way down. Inside the top right-hand drawer her found an assortment of jewellery, combs, brushes, hairpins, and barrettes, while its neighbour yielded more makeup, hairspray, and other assorted beauty aids.

Moving down to the next two drawers, he found a bigger collection of socks, pantyhose, stockings, and leggings than he'd ever seen in one place. "Gawd, she's got her own little hosiery department in here!" As much as the fancier pairs of pantyhose and real stockings appealed to him, he settled on a beige pair of leggings, which would surely be warmer beneath his skirt.

The next two drawers yielded panties on the left, and bras on the right. To his mild surprise -- he was starting to expect these changes by now -- he was more appreciative than aroused by the lacy underwear. Not that he was ignorant of how sexy he'd look in it all, he just had more of a concern for comfort and functionality than ever before. "So pretty . . . so wonderful . . ." he whispered to himself. To his delight, there were even a few scented little soaps hidden here and there, which added a perfectly feminine aroma to the whole scene.

"Ooooh, I like these." As soon as he laid hands on the pair of black lycra panties, he found the feel of them too much to resist. Smiling to himself, he unfolded the tiny treasures and nodded at the thin band of lace along the top. Now, of course, he just needed a bra to complete his very first ORIGINAL outfit as a woman. There was a gorgeous black underwire bra, trimmed with lace that matched his panties, but he wasn't sure. It looked fantastic, and he knew he'd need the extra support during his pregnancy, but he was afraid it might be too dark for his blouse. "What the hell," he giggled, "it's not like anybody's gonna be watching!"

Continuing his way down, Kidd found two additional drawers of lingerie, only these were the sexier, romantic kind. He had no idea what most of the things were called, but knew exactly how he'd look in them -- stunning! Already looking forward to the evening, he added a few camisoles, teddies, and peignoirs to his mental list of things to try later.

The second-last drawer on the left contained shorts, one-piece swimsuits, bikinis, and tube-tops, none of which would likely fit his pregnant body by summer. In the drawer beside it he found the sexiest of Jamie's miniskirts, including some leather and latex ones he just couldn't imagine wearing in public. He had to admit, though, that the leopard and zebra prints were kinda exciting.

Finally, he opened the last two drawers, finding disappointment in one -- textbooks, notes, and other bits of school stuff – and some curious secrets in the other. Very carefully laid out, side by side, in two overlapping layers, were five pairs of men's boxers! That alone was a surprise, but the fact that they looked -- and smelled dirty -- was quite another. The front of each pair was yellowed and crusty, and the smell was something he remembered only too well -- stale, dried cum!

"Oh gawd . . . that is soooo nasty!" Unable to resist the temptation, he reached under his skirt, pulled off his panties, and slipped a pair of boxers over his suddenly damn pussy. It felt so kinky and erotic, but he also knew it wasn't the first time Jamie's body had sported dirty, cummy boxers. "I know they're trophies," Kidd whispered, "but from one guy or five?" Giggling, he decided to leave the panties on while he investigated the bedside table.

Sitting atop the table was an adorable pink Barbie phone and a few trashy romance novels. With titles like "1-800-MY-HERO," "Across the Rainbow of Love," and "Wild Honey and the Hired Hand," it was a pretty safe guess Jamie didn't care much for plot. Based on their dog-eared, well-worn condition, though, she clearly had her favourite parts. Kidd giggled, somehow certain he'd be taking one to bed with him later.

"Now, let's see what we've got inside." As he opened the small white drawer, he found a glossy catalogue laid over everything else. Curious, he turned it over and smiled. Jamie had left it open to the maternity section, and had even circled a few things for herself. He was a little surprised to see she preferred the pantsuits over more traditional dresses, but something told him it was the right choice. He hadn't been in her body long enough to understand just how much it would change, but his new feminine instincts hadn't failed him yet.

Underneath the catalogue was a small red diary, but it no longer held the fascination for him that it would have just a week before. Here he was, with the chance to read a beautiful woman's most intimate secrets, and he just shrugged it off. Not only was the voyeuristic excitement gone, but he felt guilty just holding it. "I may add to it, hon," he told the empty room, "but I promise not to read it."

Laying the diary atop the pile of romance novels, Kidd dug a little deeper into the drawer. Suddenly, his fingers found something cold, hard, and smooth. Already certain of what he'd found, the young man blushed as he uncovered the hidden vibrator. Nestled between two unopened packages of batteries, the pink plastic penis looked to be the same size as his old cock. "Hasn't even opened the batteries," he whispered softly. "Does she just not use it very often, or did she buy it for later in her pregnancy?" Carefully, almost reverently, he took the vibrator out for a closer look. A few seconds later, he grinned.

"You little slut!" Not only were there batteries inside, but the dial on the bottom was so worn, he couldn't even see the on/off arrows! This was obviously a favourite, well-used toy -- probably one that saw nightly action, if she needed so many extra batteries. "Mmmm, a nice bed, sexy lingerie, romance novels, and my very own vibrator . . . I may never sleep again!"

He was just about to test his new toy when somebody said, "Truer words have never been spoken."

Startled, Kidd guiltily dropped the vibrator as he looked over to the door. "Oh . . . my . . . gawd . . ." Standing there was a good-looking young man, almost six feet tall, and extremely well-built. That kind of size, combined with a confident stance and a rebellious goatee, marked him as a spoiled, superstar athlete. Kidd already knew that, though. Not because of his strange new feminine instinct, but from several years' history with his best friend!

"Don't think you'll need the props," Terry smiled. Already unbuttoning his shirt, the dark-haired young man kicked the door closed behind him. "Your mom's off to bingo, so we've got the night to ourselves." As he reached down to unzip his jeans, he hesitated. Really grinning now, he winked Kidd's way. "How about we try and make our little boy a twin to play with?"

For the first time since falling asleep in Joe's truck, Kidd was at a loss. That was his best friend standing there, a guy who'd been like a brother to him. To think HE was the one who'd gotten Jamie pregnant was surprising enough, but to have him here, ready for sex, was almost too much! "Ah . . . Terry, I don't . . . don't know about this."

"Hmmm, I love it when you play hard to get!" Completely naked now, he moved towards the bed, his cock jutting out like some kind of perverted arrow. "Come on," he growled, "daddy knows what you want."

The instant Terry's naked, erect cock popped into view, Kidd stopped thinking of him as a past friend. Instead, he was just a man, a lover, someone who had come to please and satisfy. Despite the fact that he'd always been completely straight, Kidd was suddenly very aroused. Just like everything else he'd encountered as a woman, this seemed right, it seemed natural. As unlikely as it should have been, he wanted that cock!

"So, does my Jamie want a snack first," Terry asked as he climbed onto the bed, "or shall we go straight to the main course?" His naked chest rippling with power, he reached out to embrace his pregnant lover. "Lady's choice, honey."

Kidd licked his lips and stared down at his best friend's huge, throbbing penis. He did want to feel that inside him, but he felt like the snack should come first. Whether that was how Jamie liked it, or how she knew Terry liked it, didn't matter. All the young man could think of was how wet his pussy got at the mere site of a naked man. It was a potent, incredible kind of lust, different from what he'd felt as Shonda, but no less pleasant. Purring softly, he flashed his beautiful blue eyes and let himself sink down the bed.

"Mmmm, I want it all!" he grinned. Focussed only on the gorgeous cock before him, Kidd planted a kiss on the head, delighted by the salty taste of precum. It seemed somehow familiar to him, almost like an addiction, but was a new sensation too. "So very, very nice . . ." Opening wide, he lowered his mouth over Terry's cock, letting it sink slowly into the warm, wet tunnel. Deeper and deeper he took it, relaxing his throat and angling his head on instinct alone. Despite the fact that he'd never touched another cock before -- had never WANTED to touch one -- he was deepthroating this monster in one stroke!

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Terry was already breathing hard as his hand came down to stroke the back of Kidd's head. "You know what that does to me, Jamie. Gawd, its so fucking intense!" As if he didn't know what he preferred, he alternated between stroking his lover's head and ramming her face into his crotch.

His nose pressed against Terry's sweaty, hairy crotch, Kidd looked up and winked. Then, taking a deep breath, he forced even more cock down his throat, purring around it. Almost immediately, the quarterback beneath him tensed, groaning as his hands dropped down to clutch at the bedsheets. With a very good idea of what was coming next, Kidd bobbed his head up and down just a bit and continued to purr. Suddenly, the hard cock spasmed inside him as its owner hissed in pleasure.

"Back up . . . back up . . . wanna see . . . oh gawd, you know what I wanna see!"

Again, Kidd knew exactly what he wanted, but was far too busy to think about HOW he knew. Slurping and swallowing, he pulled back until the shooting cock was just inside his mouth. Now he could feel the explosions, taste the glorious gobs of cum gathering inside his mouth. Wildly fingering his clit, he continued to suck and suck, draining every drop of sperm from his best friend's cock.

"Oh . . . yeah . . ." Still gasping for breath, Terry smiled down at the sexy cheerleader who had so expertly deepthroated him. "Come on," he prodded, "show daddy his favourite."

Nodding, Kidd reluctantly let the cock slip from his mouth, careful not to spill any of his white gold. Then, smiling with his eyes, he crawled slowly up the bed. Stopping above his lover, he tilted his head down until the cum threatened to overflow his lips.

"Gawd, what a nasty slut you are." Propping himself up with a few pillows, the young man gazed into his girlfriend's cum-filled mouth. "Do it," he hissed, "do it now!"

Kidd winked and poked a pink tongue up through the white, slimy pool. Wiggling it in the air for a moment, he suddenly snapped his head back and swallowed. The sound that came out was a loud, disgusting noise he never could have made as a boy, but it did make his pussy quiver in delight. Finally, his tummy full of delicious sperm, he dropped down onto the bed. "Now," he whispered, "it's time for what I want." Lightly tracing circles on Terry's hairy chest, Kidd begged "Fuck me, fuck my bitch-cunt, fuck that baby-making machine till I scream!"

That was all the invitation Terry needed. Laughing, he straddled the petite beauty's thighs and placed his cock against her pussy with one smooth movement. Holding it there for a moment -- he always enjoyed the look of frustrated lust on his women -- he poked her lightly, lightly again, then slammed deep inside.

"YESSSSS!!!!!!" From that moment on, Kidd's night was one long, unending blur of ecstasy. He was being filled exactly like he loved, although he'd never felt it before. The muscles in his pussy were squeezing and caressing the cock on instinct alone, inviting it deep inside, then refusing to let go. Within the first few minutes, he was grinding his hips in return, consciously willing his lover to sink to new depths.

Having Terry play with his tits was wonderful too, although the rough, forceful pinching couldn't compare to Leigh's tender caress. Still, he did love having his tits played with -- hell, he loved having tits! -- and it was as if he'd gotten used to sex like this long ago. It should have been confusing, maybe even frightening, but it never occurred to him that he might feel anything but delirious, ever-increasing pleasure.

And, when he came, when the female orgasm ripped through his body, Kidd shrieked loud enough to make his lover flinch. It was the most incredibly intense experience of his life, and he actually felt a tinge of sadness that he'd been denied it for so long. Wrapping arms and legs around Terry, he humped and ground his way through the long explosion, then just enjoyed the embrace as he gradually came back down.

A long while later, as he drifted on the edge of sleep, Kidd felt a gentle squeeze. Murmuring softly, he patted Terry's arm where it lay draped over his soft, warm little body. It felt so nice to be laying next to someone like that, he was afraid he'd break the spell if he moved.

"So, is my little slut ready to go again?" Terry whispered.

Yawning into the young quarterback's muscular forearm, Kidd shook his head lightly. "Maybe . . . maybe later . . ." It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed their passionate lovemaking, it's just that he was still bathing in the wondrous afterglow. This was something Jamie used to do for hours and, while part of him wondered if it was the newness of the experience he loved, his instincts told him it would only get better.

After a last, loving squeeze, Terry's arm relaxed around him. Although that had been what he wanted, Kidd still felt a twinge of guilt over his selfishness. "Mmmm . . . love you . . ." he whispered softly, wanting to show his appreciation. Reluctantly, he tilted his head slightly, and opened one blue eye to wink his lover's way. Rewarded with a weak smile, he let his eyelid droop again and relaxed completely.

As he settled deeper into sleep, that last, brief glimpse nagged at his subconscious. There had been something . . . well, not exactly wrong . . . but, somehow different. It was hard to concentrate, but he seemed to recall a hazy, dreamy, fog-like shroud around his lover. It reminded him of something . . . of someone, maybe . . . a beautifully intangible presence that left him with a feeling of awe. When he tried to focus on the memory, though, the image dissolved into tiny, glittering shards of blue and white.

Moments later, the impenetrable darkness of sleep swallowed all.

The next morning, Kidd awoke to the nerve-shattering music of rusty bed-springs and heavy-breathing. Floating around him were the smells of a musty mattress, stale sweat, and . . . and either cum or piss, he wasn't sure. As always, none of it came as a huge surprise, but this time it seemed almost tediously familiar.

"Shit, you gonna fuck, or just lay there like a corpse?" Slicking back damp brown hair, the heavy body above him joked "If I had wanted a dead-chick, I'd have gone down to the cemetery." Chuckling softly, he sang "Yeah . . . went down to the cemetery . . . lookin' for love . . ."

Although he'd never heard the song before, Kidd recognized the Headstones' signature tune right away. Stifling a yawn, he sang the next line in a tired, bored-sounding voice: "Got there and my baby was buried . . . I had to dig her up . . ." Satisfied that he'd made his contribution, he made a feeble attempt at stroking his lover's back while he waited for the end. A quick glance revealed the young fucker as James, a class-clown sorta guy, but Kidd had no idea whose body he currently possessed.

"Unggh . . . unngghh . . . shhhhhhhahhhhhh . . ." With a final weak thrust, the arrogant womanizer emptied a feeble load of cum into his condom. As the cock immediately went limp inside him, Kidd wasn't surprised to find he'd been denied even the pleasure of feeling his hot seed. "So, did ya like that, babe?" the young man asked.

"Oh yeah, it was wonderful, it was magical, you're the best." Blindly slapping the limp cock from his cunt, Kidd sighed. Despite the heights of passion he'd reached as Shonda and Jamie, sex in this body seemed so routine. He felt like he was expected to put-out, but that's all it was -- cheap sex, rather than making love.

A minute or so later, the bedsprings creaked and groaned again as James rolled off the bed. As if he had no time to spare for kind words, he slipped into his jeans, pulled a t-shirt over his head, and grabbed his keys from the dresser. "Thanks, babe. See ya again sometime."

Kidd just waved and rolled out of the damp depression left by his body. He didn't even hear the door slam shut below, but the sound of a badly-tuned engine racing away carried easily through the empty house. A little depressed, not to mention disgusted, he eventually climbed out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. There, slapping at the switch just inside the door, he recoiled from the unfiltered glare of the naked bulb above the sink.

"Hmmm, it's what's her name . . . Beth." Unable to summon any enthusiasm, he checked himself out. This was easily the shortest body he'd been in yet, with an average figure, but not much to distinguish it. His hair was long and black, but looked kinda dull and felt sort of limp. It did make a nice contrast for his dark blue eyes, but there was nothing about his face to properly set them off. He was by no means ugly, but . . . well, he just didn't feel very good about himself.

Yawning again, he leaned on the tap until cold water began to gush. "Gawd," he hissed at the mirror, "I really hate men. Why the hell do they deserve it so good?" He had no idea where the ideas were coming from, but he honestly believed in them. From what he knew of the young woman -- which hadn't been much before -- Beth was a dark, brooding type of girl. At times, she could be a really nice person to sit and chat with, but she didn't open up like that too often. Sadly, whenever she did, it was usually with somebody whose only interest was her reputation as a slut -- which, he knew, she definitely didn't enjoy.

Kidd reached for a towel and nudged the faucet off with his elbow. Still patting his face dry, he sat down on the toilet and sighed again. "This sucks." For the first time since his ordeal began, he found himself wishing for another change that night. Up until now, he hadn't paid much attention to how the swaps were occurring, but it hadn't really mattered before. Now, though, he had Beth's habitually-dissatisfied melancholy to deal with, coupled with his own brief memories of what a woman's life COULD be like.

As he tossed the towel on the floor, he noticed that even his feet seemed to have lost their appeal. This pair was almost child-like in size, with tiny pink nails, and the fading red impression of wrinkled bedsheets on top. They even tingled where the flesh met the cold floor, but he just shrugged it off as an annoyance.

"Hmmm, another beautiful day." Standing, he wiped the stray trickles of piss from his labia and tossed the paper into the toilet. "Yeah," he scoffed, flushing the toilet, "I can't fucking wait . . ."

"Dawn! How's it going, hon?"

"Fabulous," Kidd grinned, "as always!" Blowing a friendly kiss Julie's way, he skipped a little farther down the hall to his locker. Although HE remembered Julie from her brief stint as a cheerleader, it was Dawn's memories of being tutored by the pretty young virgin that he recalled now.

Whistling cheerily as he spun the combination on his lock, Kidd marvelled at what a difference a day could make. Thursday night he'd fallen asleep in the dark, depressing low of Beth's life, and Christmas morning he'd awakened to the bubbly paradise of Dawn's. A small part of him was still sad over what Beth forced herself to put up with, but his suddenly cheery outlook overshadowed all else. Hell, he felt so sweet and bubbly, he though he might actually enjoy the school's big charity feast for a change.

"Ah, there we go." It took three tries to get the combination right, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. Jiggling open the slightly-twisted metal door, he giggled at the mess inside. He wasn't exactly the smartest girl in school -- a fact that had never concerned Dawn -- but his voluptuous new body was the envy of fifteen year-old girls for miles around. Hell, with measurements of 40DD-32-40, gorgeous auburn hair, and adorably brown puppy-dog eyes, he was an object of lust for boys AND girls right up through the senior grades!

"Mmmm, looking good!"

Enjoying the quick pinch of his sexy ass, Kidd turned around and grinned. The culprit was a charismatic young guy named Andrew, about whom he really didn't know too much. Personally, he'd always suspected him of being a sheep in wolf's clothing, but Dawn had never paid much attention to him. Still, that simple gesture was enough to bring out the slut in him -- which, thanks to the uncontrollable lust of his new body, didn't take much. "Why don't you come back here and do that again?" he asked. Then, between giggles, he added "Please!"

Andrew just shook his head and continued down the hall.

One plump little hand straying towards his crotch, Kidd adopted a sexy little pout. Gawd, one playful pinch, and his entire body was on fire! He really, REALLY wanted something more, and didn't care where, when, or how. "Mmmm," he whispered, "how I'd love to kneel beneath the cafeteria table and suck your cock for an hour or two." Giggling softly, he turned back to his locker.

"Dawn."

"Oh!" Spinning around in surprise, he snatched his hand from between his legs and slapped it between his quivering breasts. It wasn't so much the unexpected call that had his heart racing, but the husky voice itself. There was only one girl in school -- hell, in town -- who sounded like that. "J-J-Joy," he gasped. "I . . . um, wasn't . . . ah, expecting you."

An odd young woman, Joy was best described as an awkward mess of contradictions. Although she was a devout Southern Baptist, faithfully following in her parents footsteps, she also had a strange fascination for the occult. She was, quite possibly, the most conservative person Kidd knew, but you couldn't tell by looking at her. Standing about 5 foot four, she had a wonderfully curvaceous body that appeared dangerously erotic beneath her mane of jet-black hair.

For some reason, her mere presence made him fiercely uncomfortable -- even now.

"Don't ask me why," she told him, "but Cassandra wants to talk to you." Before he could THINK of a proper response, Joy sneered. "She's waiting for you in the library, somewhere near the back."

"But . . . ah," licking his pretty pink lips, he asked "what about the dinner and stuff? Besides, um, shouldn't the library be closed?"

"Just DON'T keep her waiting." Making it clear she didn't approve, the raven-haired student sighed. "Such a waste." With that, she turned and stalked away, leaving Kidd with the impression she'd been talking about much more than just a ‘waste' of time.

Surprised to find the heavy brown door unlocked, Kidd pushed it open just far enough to peek inside. The library was dark and quiet, just as he had expected, but not quite empty.

"Dawn." With one candle already casting her face in shadow, the mysterious young woman lit a second. "Come. Sit."

As the door slammed shut behind him, he found himself wishing he'd brought his coat, rather than leaving it in his locker. Gently rubbing the goosebumps from his arms, he moved slowly towards the candle-lit table. "Hi." Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Kidd smiled. "Um, Joy said--"

"I KNOW what she said." Removing one pale white hand from her sleeve, Cassandra tapped her obsidian nails on the table. "Sit."

As he took the chair across from her, Kidd shuddered. As uncomfortable as he felt around Joy, being near Cassandra was just plain disturbing. She'd been part of the Goth movement before it became cool, and remained a leader long after the fad had died away. Naturally pale and nearly anorexic, she appeared to be in perpetual mourning beneath her black dress, black stockings, black gloves, and black boots. Short curls of flaming-red hair provided her only colour, but they were rarely allowed to escape her wispy veil and cap.

"So, tell me," she began, "how are you coping?"

"Um . . . okay, I guess."

For a moment, she remained silent. Then, her hair rustling softly with the sound of tearing cobwebs, she raised her head and stared into his eyes. "Is that right . . . Timothy?" Her lips tightened in an almost-smile. "Oh, that's right," she said, "you prefer to be called Kidd."

Captivated as he was by her mystical eyes, it took a few long seconds for what she'd said to sink in. On first glance, those witch-like orbs seemed to be a smoky grey, but it was the thin, teasing tendrils of bluish-purple that so held him. "What . . . what did you say?"

"I think you heard me."

As she spoke, her eyes seemed to swirl, changing colour right before him. It may just have been a trick of the light, but Kidd had to blink twice before he could force himself to look away. "How did you know?"

As if it had been some sort of test, Cassandra nodded her approval. "Two words," she told him. Punctuating them with the sharp rap of her nails on the table, she whispered "The Goddess."

"The Goddess? Oh, really?" Kidd smiled and shook his head. Ridiculous as the idea would have seemed before, something about being in Dawn's body made him want to giggle uncontrollably. "Is that why you asked me here? So you could convert me to your tacky, New Age, mystical crap?"

If she took offense at the remark, she didn't show it. "Please," she smiled thinly, "just humour me."

Leaning back in his chair, he adopted a casual attitude, his arms crossed beneath his breasts. As awkward a pose as it was -- his DD-cup balloons of flesh pressing firmly down on his arms -- he enjoyed it. Of course, the renewed dampness between his thighs COULD prove to be a distraction, but he really didn't mind that either. "Go ahead, hon. I'm listening."

Cassandra nodded. "A question, first," she told him. "Do you remember which night it was that you spent trapped in the truck?"

"Of course -- it was Monday." Without meaning to, he giggled. "I may be a bimbo, but my memory's not THAT bad."

"Be more specific."

"Okay." Kidd shrugged. "It was Monday, December the twenty-first."

"Very good. Now, what's so special about that particular Monday?"

"How the hell should I know?" Giggling, he reminded her "I'm just an oversexed little bimbo tramp!"

"Let's leave Dawn out of this for the moment," Cassandra sighed. "I'm only interested in you." Taking his shrug as a cue to continue, she said "Monday was the solstice, the shortest day of the year."

"So?"

As she leaned across the table, the colours of her eyes seemed to swirl even faster. "Forget Christmas," she hissed, "forget Hanukkah, forget Ramadan, forget all your modern fairy-tale holidays."

"Hey," he protested, leaning forward himself. "Just wait one damn minute."

The young witch had only to recapture his gaze, and he fell silent. "I am talking about a holiday as old as time," she snapped. "An occasion that predates so-called civilized religion, that predates civilization itself!" As her anger faded, her eyes grew cloudy once again. "Forgive me -- my passion sometimes gets the best of me."

Kidd just nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"I have nothing against contemporary religion," she assured him, "I am just reminding you of what came before." When she smiled, the blue in her eyes emerged to eclipse all else. "Call her what you will -- Gaea, Mother Earth, etc. -- but the Goddess, MY Goddess, was ancient before time began." Just as suddenly, the cloudiness returned. "The solstice is her special night. You would be wise to remember that."

Curious, he decided to play along. "Are you saying she is responsible for my . . . well, changes, or swaps, or whatever?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then tell me this -- why?"

She shook her head and sighed. "To save your life, of course."

"Fair enough," he replied, "but why like this?"

"Why did she put you in a woman's body?" Pulling away from him, the other girl chuckled softly. "That all depends."

"On what?"

Cassandra grinned. "On whether or not you're enjoying it."

With Kidd's surprised giggle, the eerie tension between them simply evaporated. "Well, I'm having a great time," he admitted, "so what does that mean?"

"Well, although we are ALL her children, women are closest to the Goddess. Because we share that special connection, her decision to make you one of us can be seen as a wonderful gift."

"Makes sense." Remembering his experiences as Beth, though, he had to ask "What if I hated it? What if I cursed her for what she's done to me? What if I were to spend my every waking hour looking for a way out?"

This time, her eyes darkened. "Then it would be a price. Not a punishment -- never, ever a punishment -- but a price for saving your life."

Kidd shuddered before her smoldering anger. He knew that, had he chosen to view his fate as a price, Cassandra would surely take it upon herself to punish him for being so ungrateful.

"I wouldn't worry about that, though." Suddenly, she was smiling again. "The Goddess knows us better than we know ourselves, and surely chose you for a reason. Of all those who died during the storm, she chose to save YOU, to place YOU in the bodies of her daughters."

"You . . . you mean I'm dead?" He'd been so busy exploring his new lives, he'd lost all interest in the old one. "I . . .that is . . . well, I just assumed I swapped places with Shonda."

At that, Cassandra actually recoiled in surprise. "What, so she could die in your place?" Her red hair stirring slightly, she shook her head decisively. "The Goddess would never trade one life for another, especially if it meant sacrificing one of her own. She gave you a NEW life, not somebody else's."

Although their conversation had already passed the bounds of mere curiosity, Kidd hadn't truly believed until that moment. Faced with the idea of Shonda's death, he would greedily latch onto whatever explanation Cassandra had to offer. "Then what happened to her?" His no-longer-bubbly voice cracking, he asked "Where is she?"

"Shhh, calm yourself. Shonda is fine, as are all the other women you've shared bodies with."

"Shared?"

"Yes." The gothic disciple chewed a slick black fingernail for a moment as she ordered her thoughts. "Think of it as a piggyback ride," she eventually suggested. "When you entered Shonda, her essence remained with you, but in the background. If you don't believe me, just think back to how easily you adapted." As realization slowly dawned upon him, she smiled. "You had no problems," she asked, "did you? No fear, no anxiety, no difficulty in coping -- nothing. Correct?"

Slowly, Kidd nodded. "Yeah," he whispered, "I remember being surprised, feeling a little strange, but it didn't bother me. Even now," he admitted, "after all you've told me, it still doesn't bother me."

"That's because you're sharing each new body, learning from the women who know them best."

"Then . . . she stayed behind when I swapped into Jamie?" His eyes wide, he shuddered again. "But that would mean I'll always be sharing, never alone."

"No," she smiled, "not at all. When you entered Jamie, Shonda actually came with you."

"Gawd, this just keeps getting worse!"

Her patience wearing thin, she said, "Forget Shonda for a minute and think about Jamie. In this case, you truly did swap -- when you entered her, she entered Shonda's old body." When he nodded his acceptance of that, she returned to his first concern. "Shonda did accompany you, as I said, but you entered Beth alone."

For a moment, he remained puzzled. Suddenly, though, he grinned. "The baby!" Giggling with relief, he said "She became Jamie's baby!"

Cassandra nodded, pleased with her young student. "Correct. The child had yet to develop an essence of its own, so Shonda was naturally drawn to it." Not merely smiling, but beaming, she explained, "That was HER reward for being open to you. She could have fought the Goddess, resisted your intrusion, but Shonda chose to embrace you instead."

"Mmmm, that is such a relief." Kidd reached out to grasp the other girl's hand. "Thank you," he told her, "for letting me know." Then, having resisted Dawn's naturally outgoing personality for long enough, he jumped forward to steal a brief kiss.

"You're welcome."

His smile slipping a bit, he told her, "I still feel a little bad, though."

"About what?"

"Well, each time I swap, I'm going to feel like I'm forcing somebody out of her home. It just doesn't seem right."

"Indeed, the Goddess chose you well." Dismissing the clouds from her eyes, she graced him with her true, crystalline blue. "Congratulations, hon. I am proud to count you as a sister."

"But--"

Silencing him with a wave of her hand, she rose to stand before him. "I have told you all I can, hon, all that I may." With a wide grin that looked out of place amidst her morbid dress, she brushed one cold nail against his cheek. "You must trust in yourself to discover the rest, as our Goddess trusted in you."

"I will," Kidd nodded, "I promise."

"Come on, hon. It's just down this hall and around the corner."

Ross frowned, wishing he'd been able to come up with a better excuse for avoiding this. Cute and friendly as his blonde companion was, he just didn't feel comfortable. "Are you sure this is safe?"

"Trust me," Kidd grinned, "we're not the first to sneak in here, and we won't be the last!" Smiling all the way, he backed down the hall, his brown eyes shining beneath each sliver of dusky sunlight.

Earlier that morning, he'd awaked to find himself inside Tasha, a beautiful young tomboy who had frustrated him for years. Tall, blonde, and nicely proportioned, she possessed a fantastic ass and wonderfully wide child-bearing hips. Despite all that -- or, perhaps, because of it -- she had always done her best to hide her sex. She wore her hair short, cropped above the ears; she dressed plainly; and her well-practised mannerisms were carefully choreographed to give the illusion of masculinity.

"Look, maybe we should just . . . ah, turn back and forget this." The way the tall black athlete fidgeted in the darkness might have been comical, had the nervous hesitation between words not sounded so sweet.

Kidd had been best friends with Ross for years, and had never seen him be anything but shy and nervous around girls. The young man wasn't exactly a virgin, but he always seemed conspicuously absent from the locker-room boasting of his friends and teammates.

"Well, here we are." Almost stumbling in the darkness, he giggled up at his friend. "Watch your head, hon."

The instant he'd first realized where and who he was, Kidd had felt compelled to make the most of Tasha's life -- which was why he'd brought Ross out to the abandoned fitness club on such a brutal winter afternoon. It just seemed so right, so obvious, and would surely be good for the both of them.

"I'm still not --"

Before the young man could protest once again, Kidd launched himself forward, sending them both tumbling onto the soft, yielding floor. "Aerobics," he smiled, in answer to the unspoken question. "Lucky for us, the bank locked the doors before the padding could be torn out."

Afraid that Ross might lose his nerve, Kidd wasted no time in seducing him. "Just lay back," he cooed, "just lay back and relax." Quickly, if a little awkwardly, he removed his too-tight sport's bra -- the only style which Tasha seemed to own. Although he had enjoyed the mammoth mammaries of Jamie and Dawn, he had to admit Tasha's fit her frame perfectly. Neither too big nor too small, they promised to arouse his nervous lover, but not frighten him away.

With the experience of five different women behind him, not to mention his own knowledge about his best friend, Kidd eventually hit on the right pattern of sexy seduction. It took a long while for Ross to emerge from his shell, but it proved well worth the effort. Once he abandoned himself to the moment, the young black man revealed himself to be a supremely talented lover.

"Ungggh . . . oh, gawd . . ." Moaning and writing beneath the athletic giant, Kidd reached down to guide his lover inside him. "Mmmmm," he grinned, "it's soooo big." Actually, stereotypes aside, Ross was no bigger than anyone else from Kidd's inherited memories. Still, a little flattery never hurt, and his manhood WAS wonderfully thick, if not extraordinarily long.

Before long, Ross was the one whispering words of encouragement, gently but firmly taking control of the situation. "Yes," he moaned, "you like that, don't you." Cupping his hand around one quivering breast, he squeezed and caressed the lovely little globe of flesh. "Mmmm, you have wonderful breasts. I love the way they fill my hand."

As his best-friend nibbled at his ear, Kidd felt a tiny hint of panic rising inside him. He was losing control of the situation, and that was a feeling that seemed entirely foreign to the instincts he'd inherited from Tasha. "Please," he whispered sweetly, "put it . . . put it in . . ."

"I am, honey," Ross laughed, "I'm puttin' it in as hard and fast as I can!"

No longer the bold, brazen tomboy, Kidd bit his lip and begged "I wanna feel you . . . feel you in my bum." The more romantic they became, the deeper he allowed himself to sink into delicate femininity, the faster their roles seemed to change. Suddenly, he was the shy, nervous one -- exactly what Tasha had always feared. "Please," he begged again, "put it in my bum." As ridiculous as it seemed, he was holding out a desperate hope that being fucked like a boy would restore his tomboyish confidence.

"Mmmmm, maybe later." Thrusting harder now, Ross slipped his hands under the chubby asscheeks beneath him, pulling their bodies even closer. For once, he wished he wasn't quite so tall, as he would have liked to kiss his beautiful lover. Instead, he settled for a tender brush of lips against her head, a brief nuzzling of her golden hair. "Come on," he coaxed, "just let it go . . . let yourself cum."

As the familiar heat began to spread from his groin, Kidd smiled. "It worked," he gasped, "it worked."

"Shhh, just let yourself go." Pacing himself now, wanting to last until her orgasm was over, Ross whispered "Enjoy it, honey."

"Unggh . . . ungggghhhh . . . oohhhhh . . . mmmmmm . . . ooooooooh . . ." His hips twitching and bouncing on the padded floor, he kicked high and wrapped his legs around the black stud's body. "Yes . . . yes . . . oh, yes . . ." Enjoying the knowledge that he'd helped his friends as much as the physical orgasm itself, he took Ross' advice and just rode it out.

Suddenly, the young man's cock exploded, filling his eager lover with sperm and launching both of them back into the throes of ecstasy. "Ahhh . . . ahhh . . . arrrggghhhhh!"

"Aaaaiiiiieeeeee!" Kidd echoed his partner's cried and threw his head back in ecstasy. Again and again, he arched his back, thrusting his breasts against Ross's hairy chest, wishing the moment would never end. Just as the sensations hit their peak, though, time itself seemed to freeze.

Pleasantly confused, he blinked once, then smiled. Behind him he could see the wispy, intangible woman of his dreams, but she'd become far more than just a ghostly image. For as long as it took him to blink again, she became a woman of substance, with a form and shape so clearly defined, it almost hurt him to look. She was still composed of the same familiar ice-blue as before, but had adopted a rosy pink glow. Pressing a finger to her lips, she smiled, then exploded in a dazzling shroud of hot pink flame.

"That was fantastic, Tash." Sliding down a few inches, Ross took the blonde beauty in his arms and kissed her lovingly. "Thank you for not giving up."

"Huh?" Still in awe of the Goddess, HIS Goddess, Kidd was startled to find that time had resumed.

Tenderly licking and kissing his way around the lips beneath him, Ross smiled. "I was thanking you for a wonderful experience," he whispered.

"Oh." Blinking away the last of his Goddess' rosy glow, Kidd wrapped his lover in a hug and giggled softly. "You're welcome."

Eight short months later, Kidd watched the birth -- or, rather, rebirth -- of Shonda. It was a happy, magical moment for all concerned, but his joy was tempered with a bittersweet sense of loss. He had done so much good, helped so many people, it seemed a shame that it all had to end.

That long-ago night with Ross, when the Goddess had appeared to offer her blessing, had marked the start of something wonderful. He had still awakened the next morning in a new body, but one that he chose for himself. Not only that, but he'd opened his eyes to a knowledge and wisdom the likes of which even Cassandra couldn't claim.

Shonda, Jamie, Beth, Dawn, Tasha -- the Goddess had placed him inside each of them for a reason. From Shonda he had learned about the special bond of one woman to another; from Jamie, the special bond of a mother to her child. Beth had taught him the horror of rejecting feminine blessings; Dawn, the ecstasy of embracing them. As for Tasha . . . she had been a test, a challenge to see if he truly appreciated what the others had shared.

With the shared climax of Ross and himself, he had passed that test, receiving the Goddess' final blessing through her silent smile and hot pink explosion.

From that moment on, the power had been his to do with as he wished, but only so long as she approved. In the first tentative weeks, the young man had attempted a few mischievous swaps, only to awaken with a sense of crushing failure. That had been nothing, though, compared to the one night he'd attempted something cruel.

Thinking himself rather clever, he'd tried to swap Joe into the middle of a frat-house gangbang, intending to leave him inside their cheap whore. Although they had loathed each other for years, Kidd had never before revenged himself on the freaky-looking asshole. Hell, even stealing his truck had been a mere prank compared to some of the things Joe had done to him. The Goddess hadn't approved, though, and Kidd had awaked the next morning inside Stephanie -- a short, fat, dumpy, compulsive liar. After two days of fearing himself trapped there forever, he'd embraced his release, vowing to never abuse his power again.

Since then, he'd swapped friends and lovers, neighbours and strangers, often several times in succession. It wasn't always easy, and they didn't alway appreciate it at first, but the Goddess had given him the wisdom to put people where they belonged. There were catches of course, limits to his power. Return swaps were impossible, he himself was restricted solely to female bodies, and, on those nights that he swapped another couple, he was unable to swap himself. Still, he felt like he'd made a difference, and each success carried a near-orgasmic reward.

With the birth of Shonda, though, it all came to an end. Exactly why, the Goddess chose not to reveal, but she had warned him that it was coming. So, in honour of the young woman who'd initially saved his life, Kidd chose to end his days in the body of Leigh -- Shonda's friend and lover.

"Welcome back," he cooed to the pretty baby, "welcome back."

"You will, of course, be her godmother," Jamie smiled. "I don't think either of us would have it any other way."

Kidd embraced her in a gentle hug. "Thank you," he smiled. Then, giggling, he whispered "By the way, you're welcome . . . Leigh."

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