Slowly John opened his eyes. Sitting straight up in bed, he stared at the clock - it was almost 5 am. The transfer hadn't worked. He had to get his lawyer to contact the Chinaman. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed his aluminum coffee cup and started beating on the cell bars as he yelled for the guard. Twenty seconds later, a guard came rushing to John's cell yelling, "Quit the noise. What's the emergency?" "I've got to talk to my lawyer." ****** John lost his smoking privileges over the non-emergency noise. He was allowed to make one phone call to his attorney but had to wait until 10 am. But his lawyer was out of town and couldn't be reached - or so the lawyer's secretary stated in a very professional sounding voice instead of her normal friendly serve-the-customer voice. John became hyper from his frustration and vented his agitation on the guards so that they had to restrain him. Because of his unnormal actions and his known illness, they also called the doctor to come evaluate John's medical condition. The doctor observed an obviously upset patient and with the guard's assistance, injected John with a drug to calm him down, against John's very vocal wishes. As the needle entered John's body, he was repeatedly screaming "The medicine's affecting the herbs. No more medicine." The doctor walked out of John's cell and handed the guard a bottle of medicine instructing "He needs some rest. Give him a tablespoon of this every two hours. You'll have to wake him up but he'll still be somewhat cooperative." ****** "Turn to the left and face the wall." commanded the police photographer. Andrea turned as directed. She'd gone out to pick up a man and had been arrested for prostitution when she quoted a price to her prospective pickup. Then she compounded the charges by resisting arrest. She had enough cash in her purse to bail herself out for the first charge, but not the second. And she had no one that she could call to get her out. After the photo session, she was escorted into a small dressing room, monitored by three matrons - one of them sitting at a table working on paperwork and the other two matrons watching Andrea. The sitting matron commanded "Undress, put all of your belongings on the table so that I can inventory them, and then we'll search you before giving you some clothes to wear while you're here." Andrea was dressed like a dominatrix, in a tight, short black leather shirt with black fishnet stockings and a white silk, almost- transparent blouse. Her 4" heels and haughty makeup added to her dominant look. Recognizing that it was futile to protest, she slipped off her shoes, and set them on the table. She unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it, then unbuttoned the blouse - laying it on top of the skirt. She stood in front of the guards, wearing only a transparent silk bra and panties. One of the matrons - the one that looked like a female version of Ernest Borgine - grunted "Take it all off. You won't need anything that flimsy in your new home." Andrea complied, knowing that she didn't have any options. When she was finished, the matron pulled on a pair of rubber surgical gloves and smiled as she commanded "Turn around, assume the search position, and spread your legs. Everyone going behind these walls has to have a body cavity search." She spread her feet and bent over, placing her hands on the table. The matron moved behind her, then slowly slid her hand down Andrea's front and patted around her pubic area. Moving her hands around Andrea's body, the officer carefully slipped her hands between Andrea's legs as she thoroughly felt the vaginal area. Then she firmly grasped a buttock in each hand, slowly parted the cheeks wide apart, and inspected Andrea's anus. The matron sitting at the desk laid a tube of jelly on the desk, stating simply "cavity search?" Feeling violated, Andrea shivered as she silently cursed herself for getting thrown back into jail - even if it was only the local jail. The officer searching her laughed "Nah, don't have to do it tonight. Maggie will do it for us." ****** It was only natural that Calvin moved out of the dorm and into Gloria's apartment a couple of nights later. Anytime that he thought about her or was near her, he would get a rock-hard erection. Calvin found himself staring at her lips, remembering the magical things that Gloria's lips had done to the various erogenous zones on Calvin's body; especially the way that Gloria's mouth had been able to hold all of Calvin's erection completely encased in her warm and damp mouth. Calvin discovered that a simple gleam in Gloria's eyes was enough to cause an almost immediate erection or to feel his hands reaching out to touch Gloria. Andrea also discovered other changes. Calvin was beginning to look at other female bodies with a different, somewhat sexual perspective and Calvin was frequently having fantasies about sex with the different women. Even Martha's grandmotherly ass was attracting Calvin's eyes and creating a temporary mental fantasy. ****** Candy finished brushing her hair and laid the brush down. Standing, she turned around, looking at her tan lines in the mirror, seeing the telltale signs of wearing her bikini starting to show. She would have to lay naked out in the yard tomorrow to get rid of those ugly white bikini areas on her body and risk observation again. She walked over to the windows and raised the window. Mickey had made her promise to keep the bedroom shades down constantly while he was gone but she liked to lay in her bed and watch the moon through the open window. She opened her nightstand drawer, placing her dildo and jelly on the nightstand, before turning out the lights and raising the blinds. She stepped back from the window and took her robe off, sliding between her sheets. ****** The guard walked back into the guard office and sat down on his chair. The other guard asked "So what did the doc do?" "Gave him a shot to help him sleep through the night. After I told him what a hard time we've had all day with John, the doctor agreed to knock him out for the night. He's sleeping like a baby - without a care in the world." ****** John raised his head from the puke-covered commode, where he'd been throwing up almost constantly. When he woke up and discovered that he'd been drugged to sleep through his second night, he knew that he couldn't take any more medicine. So he'd been doing things to make himself vomit, to clean his system out of the drugs. He knew that the doctor would be by shortly and he had to pretend that he was feeling ok now, or the doctor would continue the forced medication. ****** Andrea's hair was pulled back into a wet bun look. After her search, the guards had forced her to shower with a de-lousing solution, then dress in a cotton prison dress. The judge fined her three hundred dollars or ten days. She had the money back in her motel room but there was no one to bring it to her. She was lucky that she hadn't carried the pistol with her as she had so many other nights or she'd been looking at six months in jail. She shared her cell with seven other women. There was one gross bitch that alternated scratching her ass and then picking her nose with the same finger. Another woman - the bull-dyke woman that the guards called Maggie, started hitting on Andrea as soon as the door closed behind her. Andrea refused her advances but the woman kept looking at her with a shit-eating grin on her face. Maggie waited until Andrea went to sleep for the night, then copped a feel. Andrea woke up with Maggie's hand up her dress and Andrea slugged the woman. The next morning, Andrea was sentenced to another twenty days for fighting and placed in a different cell. ****** John woke up from his sound sleep and slowly opened one eye - afraid that his last transfer opportunity had slipped by. The spot of moonlight coming in through the windows was the first clue that he was no longer in jail. Sitting up suddenly, he stared out the window, seeing his first glimpse of the real outdoors in almost three years. Spreading his legs as he stood on his feet, he felt something totally different move within him. The silence of the house was shattered by something falling from between his legs. Bending quickly, he picked up a gooey-feeling shaft. In the dark, he couldn't see it plainly, but the protruding cockhead on the end, helped him identify it as a dildo. John reached for the bed light, turned it on, and observed his new body for the first time. The long golden hair was messed from her sleeping but that didn't distract from her beauty - instead it enhanced her obvious sensuality. He stared at her face in the mirror - his new face, finding it difficult to believe that body transfers were possible, even though he was looking at the proof. While he had been expecting to see them, the first time that he saw the two perfectly formed women's breasts firmly attached to his chest was a frightening experience. He mumbled "It fucking works!" surprising himself to hear the higher timbre sound of his new soft and undeniable feminine sounding voice. His new body looked to be about twenty-three years old, about 5 foot 5 inches tall and about 120 pounds, with long, wavy blond hair that cascaded to the middle of the woman's back. The tanned body was a voluptuous, athletically well-toned body. Walking somewhat awkwardly as he adjusted to the slightly different balance, John found his way down the steps and out onto the front porch, ignoring the fact that his new body was naked. He walked out onto the front yard, feeling the dew-wet grass and ground beneath his bare feet. He held his hands up to the sky and spun around, his new face all aglow with a big smile. Accepting the fact that the body transfer had really worked, John dropped to his knees and made a gesture that he hadn't made in over fifty years. He bowed his head and offered a silent prayer. ****** Greg Mahoney walked out of the bar and leaned against a wall. The bartender had recognized a picture of Andrea but hadn't seen her in several days. Greg had moped around his trailer for several days, calling in sick to work, then finally resigning, knowing that he could never allow himself to abuse another prisoner. He knew that Andrea had left town and hoped that she'd returned to Washington. So he had packed up his bag and walked away from his trailer and rent payment, coming to DC to try to find the woman that he loved. Greg watched people as they walked by, until the crowds thinned out and only the prostitutes were plying the leftover stream of people. He turned down several offers from the girls, ignoring their taunts against his manhood. They didn't interest him as they did before he met Andrea. And he had another reason why he didn't want to go with them to a rented room. It was a warm night and he was wearing a light windbreaker. He wasn't wearing it because he was cold, but because he didn't want anyone to accidentally see his underwear. He adjusted his windbreaker to ensure that no one would notice that he was wearing a pink camisole under his shirt and had pink matching panties and garter under his trousers. They were a gift from Andrea and he enjoyed wearing them. He had worn the lingerie tonight in case he found her. ****** The most obvious difference was the pair of large sized perky breasts on his new chest. The slightest movement caused the grapefruit-sized high-nippled boobs to jiggle. Also the long nipples were like small, hard rubies and were very sensitive. Walking slowly to the full-length mirror, John noticed that he walked differently now also. His new body's long legs, shapely calves, wide hips, full butt and delicate small feet changed the natural way that he walked. Starting at his reflection in the mirror and seeing her face reflected back at him for the first time was a frightening sensation. He could barely believe that this would soon be his permanent face. From the bridge of her classic nose to her sensuous lips, her face was perfect. The ideal looks envied by women and possessed by super- models everywhere - she was beautiful. Framing the beautiful face was light blonde curly hair long enough to reach to the tops of his breasts. He stared at the face, starting with the silky skin that appeared as soft and smooth as velvet, then focused on the plucked thin, blonde eyebrows, that delicately arched across her lower forehead. The eyelashes were long and lusciously full-bodied, and he closed one eye and opened it observing with the other eye. The small, upturned nose appeared delicate and perfect. The mouth was small but the lips were full and pouty. Smiling at himself, he noticed that the smile was a woman's smile, sexy, happy and like a Barbie doll; not the car salesman's smile that he had displayed all of his former life. Holding his new hand up to his face, he noticed immediately that his new hands were soft and callus free. Those hands had never been used for work or experienced any trauma. Staring at the long delicate ruby-red fingernails, a smile flashed across his face as he realized that he had to be careful how he used his hands or he might break the nails. ****** Jeff Conway stared through the viewfinder of his camcorder and extended the telephoto lens as far as possible as he aimed into the darkened room. He'd climbed into the tree about three hours before and waited while he stared into her dark bedroom. He'd been rewarded for his long wait when she turned on the light and stood in the middle of the floor, examining herself as if she'd never seen her own body before. He'd captured her self-examination on film and also the scene where she ran out into the front yard, dropped to her knees and prayed. She was completely naked and acting as if she'd just been saved or something. Then she'd ran back upstairs and pranced around in front of the full-length mirror as she spent a little more time examining herself. Then she'd turned out the light and he assumed that she'd gone back to bed. Jeff reached into his pocket and pulled out a chunk of chewing tobacco. He bit a piece off and stared at the dark bedroom, wondering if she would expose herself anymore tonight. She was sure acting funny. ***** The pain was back. John woke up in his real body and the pain was terrific. He hadn't realized how sick he really was until he spent that one-hour in Candy's healthy body. He hobbled over to the small desk and stared at the medicine, knowing that he couldn't survive twenty-three more days of this pain. Opening a bottle, he took out one of the bills and bit off one third of it. Swallowing the one third of a pill would help some and he wouldn't take any more prior to going to sleep. Lying back on his cot, he thought about his experience last night, recognizing that he'd passed the point of turning back and was committed to this body exchange. This would be the greatest challenge of his life - not the actual exchange, but living as a woman. Everything he had ever done in his life had always been so...so fucking chauvinistic that the thought of even treating a woman as an equal was foreign to him. And the better looking that the woman was, the more he stereotyped her into what he expected her to be - a blonde big-titted bimbo with a fucking cunt. Because he'd been rich and powerful, he'd treated women like shit, using them and then discarding them without any regard to their feelings. He'd never considered an attractive woman as anything more than a simple cunt, whose sole purpose in life was to pleasure him with her body and to show off what he owned. And if the woman wasn't attractive, she wasn't worth wasting any time on her. He'd always considered women to be terribly insecure, very vain, weak, unable to make simple decisions, extremely flighty and controlled by their emotions - a spoiled brat one minute, then a darling angel the next minute. Their attention span was very short and they easily became bored. Every woman that he'd ever fucked also had been overly preoccupied with her appearance, spending too much time to perfect her appearance. Suddenly the thought of becoming a woman scared him more than the thought of dying in prison. Soon it would be his turn to make some man happy. ****** Candy locked the door to the farmhouse and opened the passenger door on Martha's car. At the dinner a couple of nights previous, Candy had volunteered to help Martha with her church thrift store. The manager had quit and Martha was running the thrift store until a new manager could be hired. Candy was all bubbling with enthusiasm and energy, glad to get out of the house where she could be with other people. She'd had a nice restful sleep the previous night. An hour after the store opened, Candy found a leather skirt that looked brand new that she'd found while straightening up the consignment clothes racks. She carried it to the cash register, holding up against her so that Martha could see how it would look on her. The older woman nodded "That skirt is made for your youthful body. I wish that I had a body where I could wear clothes like that again. Ralph teased me for years about my body but the birth of a couple of kids changed all that." "It's beautiful. I saw it, I loved it at first sight, and I'm going to buy it. I've always loved the touch, feel, and smell of fine leather. Mickey knows it's one of my weaknesses and he's purchased some very nice leatherwear for me - even some fetish things that I thought that he'd been too embarrassed to buy. I can't wait until he gets home and sees me wearing this. When Mickey sees me wearing leather, he knows that I'm pretending to be his slut and that I want him to rape me." Martha laughed "Ralph hasn't done that to me in years. We have sex on a regular basis - every Saturday night after the eleven o'clock news, but it's always the same. I tried a few years ago to tease him into doing something spontaneous and to arouse some of that old male passion, but over the years, he's developed too many routines that can't be changed. He puts one package of sugar into his coffee and stirs it for exactly two minutes before he drinks it. Same for the sex. Right after the news, his left hand will slip up under my nightgown to play with my right boob. If he ever did anything different, I'd suspect that he was having an affair with someone." Smiling her beautiful youthful smile at the older woman, Candy gushed "I like it rough and Mickey knows it. When I start resisting, he knows that I really want him to pound away at me. The more I fight, the more I want him to take me." The older woman nodded her head, then used her lifetime of experiences to counsel the younger woman "Get it while you can and any way that you can." Her casual remark reached Calvin's ears who was working in the backroom. When Martha had introduced the usually friendly and talkative Calvin to Candy earlier, Calvin suddenly remembered that he had work to do elsewhere. Candy didn't notice the change in Calvin's personality but Martha did, chalking it up to potential sexual attraction toward the beautiful young woman. Back behind the safety of the storeroom door, the real Andrea allowed her new male body to shiver uncontrollably as she fought off the strong desire to tell the woman to escape.