Archive-name: Changes/bluebox2.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Bluebox, The - 2 *** Chapter 7 *** It took a few more seconds before Jeffrey understood that Cheryl's words were not just the usual ones that come to a female mind in the heat of passion. With every undulation, he felt as if he was sinking deeper into her, deep between her legs, feeling more and more of her. But it didn't just seem that way... it was true. Her pussy was widening, her pelvis growing, and her legs spreading, and all together, somehow, they were taking more than just his cock. He had somehow slipped inside her, and now much of his body was feeling her warm slipperiness. He was using most of his body, not just a small part, to excite her to orgasm. Each of her motions caused her vagina to swallow more of him, as she urged him deeper inside. His torso was inside now, his arms around her legs, all of him sliding in and out like only his penis was doing before. His whole body had the exciting sensation that his penis had before-- he was experiencing her in a way that could never happen without the Device. Jeffrey had less trouble now reminding himself that it wasn't really happening, thank goodness; because he had lost his grip on her legs, and her opening was devouring him, pulling his arms and head into her body, consuming him. He might have been able to see out through her cunt, but it was still only dark outside. She was losing her control over the Device-- her mind wandering towards orgasm and no longer maintaining Jeffrey's sense of reality. Jeffrey started to feel closed in-- not sure whether her vagina was still open, or where it was, or what was happening at all. He came, and felt his own semen mixing with the wetness that was there all along-- but it didn't seem quite real... it was too much like a dream. Neither Cheryl nor Jeffrey, for the moment, could think clearly enough to define reality. Jeffrey felt a sudden tightening around him, and a sudden flood of love juice around him. It was very, very tight, and as Jeffrey returned to clearer thoughts, he had to tell himself he could breathe even while immersed in Cheryl's come, if that's what it was (it tasted like it) and that's where he was located. Her orgasm seemed to stop for a moment, and then continue, and finally, it was over. He was back outside her, penis still inside, as if the wilder events never happened. Did she really pull him ALL inside after uttering those words, or did he just imagine it after she lost control of the Device? He'd have to ask later, but somehow that seemed like it would be an embarassing question. Jeffrey tried to turn around, out of her, then realized that they were still fixed together. Jeffrey pointed "down there", Cheryl nodded and relaxed herself, and he slid out of her. They floated down towards the soft floor. *** Chapter 8 *** They had rested for quite a while, lying next to each other on the undefined black surface. Jeffrey knew that in real life, they didn't need to rest at all. It just felt nice, for now. Cheryl was the first one to speak. "Alright, enough of the black hole, here." With that, Jeffrey watched as Cheryl "painted" in an environment. Warm afternoon sun, blue sky with just a few puffy clouds, ocean off in the distance. As long as Cheryl was occupied with that area, Jeffrey created a lagoon a few feet away, and the obligatory waterfall at the opposite end of it. Soft, grassy earth underneath. Still no clothes. He appreciated the naked female body next to his, which looked almost a little tan now, and didn't want to change anything. In fact, he couldn't remember what either of them were wearing before-- it all seemed so natural now. Cheryl turned around and admired his work, while Jeffrey admired hers-- faint salt- air scent, all the sounds of the surf, and even a few seagulls, which flew in lazy circles for as long as he stared at them. Quite pleasant. The warm sun and cool breeze went well together. There were enough details now to make Jeffrey seriously consider staying in a place like this more permanently-- rocky cliffs in one direction, and an innocent-looking wooded area the other way. Best of all, there were no insects or other pests. Time was proceeding slowly, and they didn't rush themselves. They played with each other for a time; talked about themselves and each other, learning things that were suddenly easy to learn. Everything felt comfortable. They swam for a while, made love again in a much more conventional, casual fashion, then walked on the beach, and then, at Cheryl's request, both went for a long flight over the area, trying to imitate (for a while) the way the seagulls floated into the wind, hardly moving. They landed, returning to their normal form, walked along the shore again, talking. No sunburns here, thank goodness. Jeffrey didn't credit the Device for all this. Cheryl had what it takes-- the imagination, spirit, and will to make it all happen, and she seemed to love sharing all her experiences with him. Somehow, things would never quite be the same again. "How long is left?" Cheryl asked. "Don't ask me. You have the Device, remember? The only way to actually look at the timer, is to bring the box back, and just read the time off the top. You can't change the setting from here, though. That can only be done in real life." Cheryl held her hands out, and the red box reappeared in them. She peered at the liquid-crystal display. It read 1 hour, 17 minutes. "One-Seventeen, it says. We've used up most of the time we have." *** Chapter 9 *** Jeffrey said, "Then it's about 7:44 back in reality. We'd be hungry (or have other bodily needs) not too long after the timer runs out... So we better just make good use of the time we have. I'll take you out for a REAL dinner at 9, then. Good thing today's Friday. When do you usually eat?" "Pretty early, but I can eat late with no trouble." Jeffrey peered towards the box. "Good. If you got too hungry back in reality, the Device would shut off. Same if..." He trailed off. "I used the ladies' room at about 4:30." That answered his question. "Good enough. Then we'll be OK until 9 and don't have to worry about it before then. Of course, we could stop now--" Cheryl cut him off. The box disappeared again. "No need to. Why leave early?" Jeffrey agreed, now thankful for Cheryl's decision to set the timer for four hours. He nodded. Cheryl looked more serious now. "Jeffrey, there's one thing I absolutely have to do while I'm here. You've been great so far, putting up with all my wishes-- like it or not. You've enjoyed it too." Jeffrey couldn't agree more. His eyes swept towards the ground. "Very much." "Good. But I've got to try this while I'm here. You'll have to put up with this even if you don't like it. I don't think you'll mind at all-- I never have, but I'm not you. But I'd never forgive myself if I didn't experiment with this-- even if you'd never speak to me again. Understand?" Jeffrey nodded, confused. Why didn't she just ask what she wanted? Was she afraid that he'd say "no", and didn't want to give him that chance? And what hadn't they already tried? And how did she know she liked it if she never tried it? Cheryl led him back to a point near the lagoon, where they had started. The sun had dropped a bit. "No, this isn't good enough. It's too perfect, and not realistic enough." With that, a door appeared. Nothing else, just a door. It was kind of pink, and had a little plate on it that said "Cheryl". She took Jeffrey's hand, walked to the door, and opened it. There was a complete room inside, where there was only a door outside. She'd seen too many Pink Panther cartoons, where such anomalies were commonplace. This was realistic? The room, of course, was Cheryl's bedroom. Quite roomy for a bedroom, it had all the details already in place. She led Jeffrey inside and closed the door, ending the beach/lagoon/waterfall environment entirely. All the details were already here, even a damp towel on the back of the chair and a pair of panties on the floor in the corner. The bed was made. "Sorry, I didn't clean up this morning." AHH. Now it made sense. Her room was FAMILIAR to her, and thus was infinitely more realistic than an environment created (literally) from scratch. This place had a real counterpart, and that eliminated the constant reminders that none of this was happening. "Bet you'd never thought you'd see the inside of my bedroom, huh? Not many people have." Jeffrey was looking out the window into a parking lot, which belonged to a professional office next door. All he could tell is that they were on about the second floor of some kind of apartment building. Every bit of information was from her memory. Absentmindedly, he answered. "No, I never did. And your room isn't messy. You should see mine. I actually cleaned it today, but it's usually a mess until after I get home." Cheryl pulled him from the window, reaching up for the shade, then realized that there could be nobody out there who could see in. "I'll show you the rest of the place later. But we don't have much time." Jeffrey looked impatient, somewhat frustrated because he didn't know what was going on. "Well, what do we do?" "Just stand there. Just like that. Relax." She reached for his penis again, which was in a semi-erect state and started to grow again at her touch. But she wasn't fondling him-- it seemed more like an examination. She stooped down and looked at it more closely, lifted it and examined his scrotum, and ran her fingers around it all. Then she just dropped it, and turned to look at herself. She set one leg on her bed, and took a quick glance at her own genitals, then took a quick look at her whole body in the mirror. Then she plopped down on her bed, one knee up, with a satisfied look. Jeffrey took that as an invitation. He advanced towards her bed, growing harder. But Cheryl stopped him. "No, just stay right there. You'll join me in a few minutes." Again, he was frustrated, confused, and, now, somewhat angry. But before he could say anything, he felt funny. Just a little. His erection had disappeared. Cheryl, again, was examining herself, with one hand near her thighs. She kept looking down there, then back at Jeffrey. Jeffrey took the clue to look at himself. His scrotum was gone, and his penis was far smaller than it ever was before. He grabbed it, and felt it slide away, out of his fingers. Something equally eventful was happening to Cheryl, but her attention was still mostly focused on him. She was almost smiling while he was anxiously trying to figure out just what she was doing. She didn't look right. For starters, the breasts he had admired so much were gone. Why would she do that? She liked 'em too. Jeffrey reached for his groin again... and this time, found nothing there at all. The patch of pubic hair had nothing in the middle of it. It felt like his penis, somehow, was inside, but there was nothing for it to be inside of. That drew attention away from the rest of his body, which was starting to change also. For starters, he had lost some height. And weight. The muscles that he was so proud of before, hardly showed at all. The hair on his chest, arms, legs, were all gone. His shape was changing, too. It wasn't until he felt a slight depression between his legs that he noticed the other changes, and with considerable fright learned what Cheryl had done. He looked on the bed, and saw some sort of penis starting to emerge from her crotch. With all the exploration they had done, Cheryl had decided that she wanted to know what it felt like to be a man, and she was changing Jeffrey into a woman, like it or not. Cheryl was starting to grow a little hair on her chest. She slid over, and now invited Jeffrey to lie down next to him. Jeffrey had his fingers between his legs, trying to figure out just how he was changing. "Relax, you're only a little girl right now. Don't fight it. You can explore yourself later." Her voice was changing. The process, just like the disappearing clothes, had been started, and would continue by itself to completion unless Cheryl stopped it. Jeffrey, feeling helpless as well as speechless, climbed onto Cheryl's bed, stared at the ceiling, and then turned to look at Cheryl's developments. Her penis was almost fully-grown, and she had developed balls just like his were before. There was some on her chest, she no longer had a feminine figure-- at this point, for all practical purposes, Cheryl was a man, though it would take her a while to learn just what that meant. Jeffrey looked at his chest, which although was now hairless, didn't really seem different. He looked at Cheryl as if to ask what was happening. She understood. "I'm sending you through it slowly. Feel what it's like to change from a girl into a woman. You might as well get the experience." And if you have anything to teach me, go ahead." The word "girl" had an effect on him. It was hard for Jeffrey to think of himself as a "girl", but now, he was. There just wasn't anything masculine left. Cheryl was maturing faster, but she was changing all at once. Jeffrey was changing according to some schedule that Cheryl had defined. Jeffrey made a few "touch-up" adjustments as Cheryl started her journey through puberty, particularly the annoying parts that came to mind-- a voice that wouldn't stay at one pitch, and so on. But before long, she had grown to maturity, with complete genitals, hair on chest, and so on. Jeffrey removed the only other reminder of Cheryl's former gender-- the long hair, trimming it mentally to a more appropriate length. Jeffrey was wondering, though, how the Device would reproduce the effect of hormones-- or instinct, that had changed. The best that could be done for now was for Jeffrey to concentrate for a moment on the hought of male hormones being generated in Cheryl's new genitals, surging through her bloodstream in increasing quantity. She was done, now. Jeffrey, however, wasn't. He had started to develop hips, and his vagina was complete. But the rest wasn't happening by itself, or so it seemed. Jeffrey explained the hormone/instinct question to Cheryl, who of course couldn't answer either, but promised to do what she could to connect Jeffrey's new organs, and hormones, hopefully. Cheryl turned his attention to Jeffrey. His areolas were widening, darkening, and had swollen a little, a sure sign of the next step towards womanhood. He felt a distinct tingle in his chest, first in the area around the nipple, then spreading. "You're growing tits, girl!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Funny how you have tits one day, before you can even see 'em, but suddenly you just know what's there!" They both stared at Jeffrey's chest. Now the whole area around each nipple was swelling. His breasts enlarged, perky and cone-shaped at first. His areolas still seemed swollen. His breasts grew into the familiar round shape, now even with the areola, then grew yet more before the changes finally stopped. They drooped a bit to his sides. They seemed heavy to Jeffrey, even though he was lying on his back. Cheryl ran her fingers over them lightly, then turned to talk to Jeffrey. Her voice was deep and a little unnatural. "I don't feel that different, really, except when I think about my cock, or that my tits are gone. I don't know just how I'm supposed to feel everywhere else, or if it's really the same." Jeffrey thought a moment, then answered in his new feminine voice, which sounded at least a little more realistic. "I don't know if we'll ever know for sure. I-- I guess that most of the stuff is the same, but the Device just can't tell us that. The biggest changes would be our lifestyle, not the way our own bodies feel to us, I guess. But..." (he touched her penis) "...Some of it we can find out right now." *** Chapter 10 *** The cock didn't grow at Jeffrey's touch like he expected. Apparently the equipment was there, but the instinct wasn't, at least yet. Undoubtedly the Device was working on it, and the software he knew so well, was now madly trying to interpret each other's thoughts and sort out the neural patterns that probably were responsible for instinct. "We don't have each other's instincts yet. We can try it anyway and see what happens." As Jeffrey said this, his fingers were still on the part of Cheryl's penis he knew was effective when it was his own. "No, not yet", she replied. "Let's get a feeling for it first. I mean-- we're just out of puberty and rushing to lose our virginity before we even understand ourselves. You haven't even had your first period-- no, I guess I'll spare you that. You probably wouldn't like it and we don't have the time." Jeffrey was thusly reminded once again of the power the Device could vest in someone. He started thinking of the political uses of it. Literally, you could cause someone great mental duress even though the Device would prevent someone from inflicting much physical pain. You could have someone raped by a goat in the middle of Times Square, and although it wouldn't do any physical harm or even be painful, it would be humiliating and unpleasant, and enough things like that could persuade anyone to do anything. Certainly something to look into if the Device gets any further "official" interest. Cheryl was up now, and Jeffrey got up too. She dressed them both, in clothes similar to the ones they were really wearing. It happened suddenly, and Jeffrey realized that the tightness around his bosom meant that Cheryl had decided to outfit him with a bra. Given the size of its contents, it seemed necessary. Everything else felt normal except the lightness between his legs. Cheryl looked quite normal in her selection of clothes. Jeffrey looked in the mirror. It took a moment to really convince himself that the female in the mirror was, in fact, him. The fact that he couldn't hide his new figure, and that he didn't want to, piqued his interest. Cheryl took a quick glance at herself, adjusted her shirt a bit, and walked towards a door near the bed. "Where are you going?" "The bathroom. I'll be back." Cheryl didn't bother to close the door, and Jeffrey didn't look to see what she was doing. Again, puzzling. The only time anyone would actually have to go is when they REALLY had to go in real life. The Device would create that sensation when it sensed that condition in reality. It meant that it was about to shut off the simulation. But that didn't happen. He heard the sound of a zipper, then the sound of urine in the toilet, silenced for a moment, along with Cheryl's giggle. "I guess my 'aim' needs practice." He sat on the bed and waited. The sound stopped, another zip followed by a flushed toilet, and Cheryl returned. "Neat", she said. "I guess that's really handy at times. Not that I'd want to live with it forever, but it is definitely a plus. It really does feel different. You ought to try too. Maybe it would help this identity thing work faster." Jeffrey answered "You mean instinct. I don't have to... You can't get the feeling unless you really have to go. Besides..." "Nonsense. You just tell yourself you have to go, and suddenly you do. Go ahead, I'll wait." "Wait a minute, that means you can actually imagine internal FEELINGS directly-- without first imagining some physical event that causes it. That's way beyond the design expectations that the Device was..." He was cut off by a sensation from his bladder. Cheryl had, essentially, decided that he had to go, and now he did. He didn't finish his thought, but merely sighed "Okay", and walked to the bathroom. He didn't bother to close the door either. Why should he? He found it a sudden inconvienence that he had to remove half the clothes that Cheryl had just given him. He saw the panties he was wearing, for the first time. That elicited a chill along with a "what am I doing?" feeling. He sat on the toilet and relieved himself, surprised once again to find that the feeling did go away as he emptied himself. He was surprised to find Cheryl looming near the doorway, watching him perform this animal function. "Different, huh? Now just imagine that every day for your whole life. Imagine being used to it." "Yea... I guess I might. Oh well." He got up, flushed the toilet, and dressed again. "I think I know what you're doing. The clothes... the bathroom... You need to make me feel like a woman, in addition to just looking and sounding like one. Right?" "Exactly. I'm starting to feel a little more like a man, I think. I want to know what it's like before our time runs out. So, do you feel the part, or what?" "I think I am. The hardest part right now is convincing myself that I might want to make love to you-- you're a MAN." Cheryl had an answer ready. "I know. But then, you're a woman. That should make it easier. It's natural, now." She took his arm as he re-entered her bedroom, guiding him towards the bed. Jeffrey took a look at Cheryl's pants, which started to show a bulge. "You're getting horny, aren't you?" The bulge continued to grow. "Well..." Cheryl looked at herself. "I guess I am. It's just that you're so..." Jeffrey interrupted as Cheryl trailed off. "Hormones. Instinct. It's working. You've been looking at me. I've been turning you on all this time." *** Chapter 11 *** "Geez, I never thought I'd feel like this. I DO want you. And the longer I think about it, the harder it gets to take my mind off you." Cheryl started to unbutton and unzip the jeans that Jeffrey had only finished with. Jeffrey stopped her, then looked up into her face. "I don't know if I'm ready. This body's too new to me. I'm not sure if I want you doing that... with..." Cheryl put both arms around Jeffrey, which was now very easy for her. Jeffrey put his head on her shoulder. "It's my fault", she said. "This is really spectacular. I know what it feels like. You're ready. You're just not as excited as I am. What did you do to excite a female when you wanted to...?" "I was gradual. I'd touch innocent places at first... Kiss, touch her nipples, rub where she liked it, put my fingers between her legs..." Jeffrey realized that he was now telling Cheryl what to do with him. The words, and the images, started to work on him. Cheryl took him to bed, and kissed him. He didn't resist. She played with him, gradually stimulating him, like he had done to her before. She put her hand under his blouse, and touched his bra. He still didn't resist. Jeffrey's pussy was getting wet. The Device was even able to produce his scent's effect on Cheryl. It caught her attention, and made her anticipate the copulation she wanted. The bulge in her pants had grown, and she removed her jeans and shirt. Then she put her hands in Jeffrey's pants, and quickly found the opening of his pussy. She stroked him for a while before sliding a finger inside. It was very wet. "Wow..." was all that Jeffrey could say. Cheryl stopped long enough for them to undress. She now inserted her finger all the way, feeling the softness around it, and watching Jeffrey fade away into ecstasy. Finally she couldn't stand it. She climbed on top of him, but couldn't manage to find the opening with her penis alone. In the ultimate act of consent, Jeffrey reached between his legs and guided the tip of her cock into his pussy. Her cock was dry, and it didn't go in at first. Jeffrey's touch on her penis was driving her crazy. She started moving, in and out, and with each thrust was moistened a bit, and slid further in. They both chimed together; "Oooh" as she penetrated him, her penis finally vanishing into his body. Copulation lasted for several exhausting minutes... Jeffrey keenly aware of Cheryl's presence inside him, and Cheryl feeling the semen building inside her, ready for the climax. They came a moment later, Jeffrey feeling his cunt tightening involuntarily around Cheryl's member... and Cheryl feeling the hot come traveling through her body, through her penis, and finally relieved as it quietly spurted out from her penis and vanished into Jeffrey's body. She collapsed, penis still inside, and a few moments later found the energy to move. Her penis, which was smaller now, slid lazily out of Jeffrey. Neither of them talked for about 10 or 15 minutes, it seemed. *** Chapter 11 *** Cheryl was the first to speak. "I'm never going to forget this. Now I know just how it feels. I can be a perfect lover, now that I know what does what! But you know something? We COULD have forgotten something." "What?" "I know we didn't need it here, but I bet you didn't even think of it. Protection. Birth Control. For all you know, I could have just made you pregnant! To think! I could have made YOU pregnant!" "Well... Hmm. No, I guess I didn't. As a man, I would have. I did when we mated the first time. Eeeks, you're right. I'm on the other end now, huh? At least..." With a bit of pride, Cheryl resumed. "Well, you never know. Right this second *MY* sperm are swimming around inside YOU, hunting for an egg that may or may not be there. If they find it... Well, let's just say you'll have another use for your tits besides exciting ME." Jeffrey was suddenly concerned. She had done strange things in the past. "You wouldn't...." That's the question Cheryl expected. "Relax. I've never had a baby. So even if I was going to be mean about it, I wouldn't know how to make you feel it. And it takes a while before you'd know, anyway." They continued talking for a while, mostly exchanging their experiences so far. They played with each other some more. They made love again, this time with Jeffrey sitting on top of Cheryl. After that, they learned that they could "reset" right away if they wished, and started again, side by side. But this time, just after Cheryl pushed inside Jeffrey, he tightened up and motioned her to stop. He proposed an experiment. *** Chapter 12 *** "Let's try something. Let's switch back to ourselves, and try again that way. I want to feel the difference now that I've had sex as a woman." Cheryl nodded, but didn't move from her position. She was too far along to just stop. She pushed her penis into Jeffrey as far as she could, and pressed herself tightly against him. Then she held him still. Jeffrey didn't say anything. She had pressed her chest against Jeffrey's; nipple against nipple. They adhered to each other. Jeffrey started to feel his size changing. Cheryl's body shrank in Jeffrey's arms, and he felt his former strength returning. She planted the penis firmly inside him. It fused to his vagina as his breasts fused to Cheryl's chest. He felt the sensation between his legs changing. She started to pull away from him, tugging on his chest and groin. As she did, Jeffrey started to feel a stickiness within Cheryl; it grew, and started to change to slipperiness. He was now moving within her. She tugged once again on his chest, and now the breasts were Cheryl's. The secondary changes had all happened-- hair, voice, and such, but nobody noticed. Without even separating, Jeffrey started sliding *his* penis in an out of *Cheryl's* pussy, and started towards his orgasm. It didn't feel better or worse to invade than to be invaded, he decided. Different, but he liked it both ways. The contractions of his pussy were now the pulsations of his cock. He nearly lept out of his chair. The Device had switched off. Cheryl opened her eyes and set the blue box down on the counter, panting even though she couldn't have possibly been out of breath. They sat for a moment. Jeffrey could tell that Cheryl was wet; He grew hard for a minute or two, carrying over from the fantasy just as Cheryl had. The erection subsided. Jeffrey broke the silence. "That's too bad. It always seems to happen at a bad time. Oh well, I promised you a dinner, and you must be hungry. It's after 9." Cheryl sighed one last time. "No, it's not 'too bad'. Uhh.. I don't know what to say! Thanks very much. Mind, though, if we save the dinner for some other night? All I want tonight is a quick pizza or something." Jeffrey tried not to look too dejected. He got up and switched off the equipment and a few lights. "No, that's OK, I can take you out some other time." He continued locking up, and headed with Cheryl towards the door. "Good. It's getting late, and I want to have as much time as possible... That is, if you don't mind spending the night. Or a few nights. Just this time, let's remember the birth control, okay?" Jeffrey laughed, then embraced his mate for a long kiss. With that, they headed out for a pizza. --