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I expected to be led to some kind of science fictiony, strange or mystical apparatus. Maybe a glowing sphere that I’d stare into, or some kind of booth that would be hooked up to another booth. Perhaps a glowing helmet that had thousands of connections to an apparatus that connected to another helmet. Science Fiction and Fantasy stories abounded with body switching devices of all kinds.

The room had tan tatami mats. Incense burned from several locations in the room, and pleasant music was piped in through an excellent sound system. It all had an Asian feel to it, with mixtures of other forms. I noticed some writing that looked Runic, and patterns that could have come from Native American galleries arranged on the walls.

There was an entry area with a single wooden bench made of rich dark wood with the seat lifting up on both sides.

An older man sat in the middle of a patch of sand, with a stylus that hung from the ceiling. He was naked except for brief underclothes that hid his groin. He grinned at me, and I could see he only had a single tooth.

Exmuritious patted me on the shoulder. “Take off your clothes in the dressing room and sit on one of the mats, with legs crossed. Your Guide will assist from there.”

“Guide?”  I said.

He nodded to the gentleman holding the enormous stylus. “This is Pen-loc and he will be assisting you today.”

Pen-loc grinned a gap-toothed grin and indicated I should sit on the mat to the right of him.

I undressed, and laid my clothes on the bench. I pulled up the loose cotton undergarment so my nether regions were covered and went into the room.

Stepping stones in the sand led to two mats. I stepped on each one in turn, then sat on the mat to Pen’s right. I had to step over a wooden frame patterned with hundreds of mystic symbols laid into the floor.

I heard sounds coming from the other side of the room as the door slid open then shut of another dressing area.

A heavyset woman stepped out from behind the screen and walked along the stone path to the tatami mat opposite me where she knelt silently. She wore a cotton wrap around her bosom and midsection. Her salt and pepper hair was curly and set into position with what must have been a great deal of hair spray. She also wore heavy makeup, mascara, and had extended fingernails.

She looked at me, and her face split into a grin. “Oh, my gawd!” she said softly, only to be hushed by Pen.

Stunned, I looked down. Was that what I’d signed up for? Her heavy perfume, hairspray, and deodorant filled the room and I nearly gagged. I was really going to have to live in this person?

I thought about Karyn, and how happy she would be back in her own body. Even with as modified as it was, at least she’d be back and we could be together again. I could put up with a few weeks of being an old woman for that, and a few years of being in different bodies. At least we were back on track. We could achieve some kind of normalcy in New York City.

I glanced at the woman, who grinned and waved at me.

Normalcy, I hoped.

The old man began to hum. He had several items in front of him that he uncovered. They appeared to be different bowls of various sizes and textures. One was green and looked like pure jade. One was white made out of marble or quartz. Another was deep blue, and another amethyst. The final was a black so dark it almost didn’t appear to be there.

He took out some kind of instrument and began running it along the outside of the rim of the white bowl. A hum filled the air, and he matched the pitch with his voice. It made me shiver. The sound filled my soul and touched me in different spiritual places. The sound grew louder as he moved his hand faster, and took out another instrument to stroke the black bowl. It had a much deeper tone, an octave below the first. 

I shivered again as the sound cascaded around me. My eyes closed and sound enveloped me, surrounding me, encapsulating me. I trembled in the grip of the sonic bath. After a few moments, I was able to open my eyes again as the sound drifted away and I saw he had set one of the implements down and taken up the stylus. He set it to moving around us in a gyre shape, the point of the stylus tracing a line in the sand. With each pass, it grew nearer and nearer to me. I wondered what would happen if it struck me.

He started running the implements around each of the red, blue, green and purple bowls. At first I didn’t feel anything, but then as he made contact with the amethyst, I felt something stirring inside of me, an excitement, something centered in my groin that made me want to loose my bladder, briefly.

He made turns around the ruby and amethyst bowls intermittently as the stylus swung nearer and nearer.

A fire blossomed in a bowl between us, and sweet smelling smoke filled the air. At first I coughed a bit, but then the sounds relaxed me, and I inhaled the smoke, listening to the sound and letting the smoke penetrate me. My eyes shut again, and I could see images from my life flitting past. I remembered being a small child and riding my tricycle falling over and landing on an ant that bit the center of my palm. It was first memory of pain.

My fifth birthday, my mom smiling as she lit the candles. Christmas, when I was seven and getting a new bike. Junior high, and being teased for being so small, but then growing when I was a freshman in high school. Photography club, my first kiss, my first date and fumbling with her bra-strap. Jumping into the river from a cliff, fishing at a lake with my dad, playing pirates with my sister. Memories cascaded through my brain and I felt a wind on my face, blowing harder and harder, my eyes shut tighter and tighter.

A maelstrom swept over me. Memories and images, feelings and emotions, all my desires, wants, needs, swept into a towering tunnel of wind dancing across the sand. I don’t know if I screamed or laughed, the sound, air, wind, and fire consumed me, lifting me…

And then it was over. I could hear the soft music, smell the sandalwood incense. My heart pounded strangely in my chest, ka-thrum, ka-thrum, feeling different. Breath flowed in and out of me, but my chest felt restricted, tight, and it felt like I couldn’t get enough air.

I opened my eyes to see someone sitting across from me, a naked man, and Pen-loc was now on my right? I didn’t see the woman any—

I glanced down and saw sagging breasts with enormous areolas and nipples. I wasn’t in my body!

Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe, like I’d forgotten how and I started to hyperventilate.

“Easy does it hon, is this your first time, or what?”

The voice came from across from me, my voice! But tinged with a New York accent, ‘your’ became ‘yoah.’

Pen-loc put a hand on my knee, and I immediately calmed down, my chest able to draw air clearer and more freely.

“You got stress induced asthma now, sweetheart.” My body stood up, looking down at his hands and arms, and peeking under his loincloth and nodding. “Oh, very nice. This is a great body, hon, why would you ever give it up?” The accent was harsh; ‘body’ became ‘bwady.’

I stood up, stiffly. We’d been seated longer than I thought. 

“I have…reasons.” I said. My voice came out thick and low and I coughed a little. I needed something, the smoke from the incense induced a craving inside me. I also wanted a drink, no needed a drink, whiskey and ginger ale with a twist of lime…

Pen-loc waved me toward the dressing room behind me, grinning his gap-toothed grin. I sighed, and followed the stones with my new feet. Everything seemed to jiggle or ripple.

Her clothes hung neatly on hangers I had missed when I’d disrobed on the other side of the room. Undergarments sat in a folded pile on the single bench. I took out the panties and groaned at the size…easily triple my male boxers.

I stepped into them, and slipped them up my thighs. Silk, they felt nice against my smooth skin. The next item was the enormous brassiere. I checked the label and saw I now wore 44DD. Sighing, I placed a breast in each cup, then put my arms through the straps. How the hell did women fasten these at the back?

Something inside me had me lean forward, then my arms quickly slipped the fittings in the back. I then slid my fingers around the cups, seating them inside.

I sat on the bench, and looked down at my body. I was heavy, and even the little exertion from putting on the bra winded me. I took out her slacks and put them on, pulling them up over my large behind and fastening them at the waist. Then I pulled on the top, a flowery sweater that settled around me, comfortable and warm. I slipped on sheer ankle socks and the low heels.

Standing, I wavered a bit. I was glad she hadn’t worn high heels, these were going to take some getting use to as it was.

I left the dressing area and into a restroom where I could see my face in the mirror.

“God, Robert, what have you gotten yourself into now,” I said in that scratchy low voice she had. I ran my fingers through my fluffy curly black and gray hair, and pulled out a tube of lipstick from my purse and fixed it up without thinking.

Exmuritious met me outside the door. “Good, we’re about to start Karyn’s exchange. How did it go?”

“Well, I’m a woman now, aren’t I?”

He nodded. “You’re wife should be out soon. Why don’t you go into the waiting room and go over your experience packet and start your induction. The first session only takes about ninety minutes and by that time she should be out.”

“Okay,” I said, and made my way to the waiting room.

What had I gotten myself into?

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Edit 5/8/22

I accidentally forgot to post Chapter 16. You can find it here:

Chapter Sixteen