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Subject: {ASSM} "Frankie and the Aliens" by Carol Collins (mf, scifi, tg)
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This is a little story that I wrote for an internet friend. I had tried to
contact the studio making the "Outer Limits" series for cable television
but they had already stopped making the series. I had hoped that they
would choose this story for one of their episodes. At least Frank said
that he enjoyed it. I hope that you do, too. Carol.
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Frankie And The Aliens
by
Carol Collins
Frank lay down a heavy beat as the lights flashed on the stage. His
bass guitar seemed to have a life of its own as the band played another
song for their appreciative fans. They were in the largest night club in
New Jersey and it was packed with people of all types who had come to dance
and to hear them perform. And, they were getting their money's worth.
Frank began to sing as his eyes were once again drawn to the beautiful
blonde standing at the foot of the stage. The lead guitarist had pointed
her out to Frank during their last break. Frank was kidded about having
his first groupie. He had always been shy around women but was captivated
by the lovely woman that had eyes for only him. She followed his every
movement with seemingly great interest. She watched his fingers on the
frets of the neck of the bass and only looked away long enough to gaze
momentarily at his face or to turn down an offer to dance with some guy.
The next song was a slow one and Frank was the lead singer. Frank found
himself singing the love song to the gorgeous woman as if she were the only
woman in the room. He felt that he had seen her somewhere before, but
could not decide when or where. She looked to be in her early twenties.
Her very blonde hair was about shoulder length. Her face was beautiful.
Her breasts appeared to be very large. Her flower print low cut dress was
mini dress short and displayed her ample cleavage and long curvy legs. A
pair of high heel sandals were strapped to her small delicate feet. Her
long fingernails and her toenails were a bright crimson color. She had
repeatedly turned down offers to dance and had not moved from her position
next to the stage. Her big eyes flashed as she smiled up at him. Frank
fell instantly in love with the stranger in the skimpy flower print mini
dress.
At six foot tall with a rather burly build, a beard and a ruggedly
handsome face, Frank should have been able to pick up girls almost anytime
that he wanted. However, Frank had been so shy around women, that most had
ended up thinking of him more as a friend and as a protector rather than as
a potential lover. As he looked into the eyes of the smiling blonde, he
sensed that tonight would be his lucky night.
Two more songs and the set was over. Frank put his guitar away in its
case before turning to see if the blonde was still waiting. She was! His
insides tensed up just as it always did when he had an opportunity with a
pretty girl that showed an interest in him. He swallowed hard as he walked
to the steps leading from the stage. When he reached the main floor, she
was waiting for him with a smile on her gorgeous face.
Frank could see that she was even more beautiful close up than she had
appeared from a distance. His mouth went dry as she spoke to him, "Hello.
I just had to say that I think you are a great performer. I love the way
you play your guitar and I also think that your voice is marvelous."
Frank stuttered awkwardly, "T-h-a-n-k y-o-u." Then he ducked his head
and tried to escape. Why did he always have to freeze up when he met a
pretty girl? His face was red as he tried to go around her. His guitar
case was carried by his left hand as he moved to the left. She slipped her
lithe arm around his muscular right arm and walked with him. The band's
drummer passed them and winked at Frank as he saw how well Frank was doing
with the hot looking blonde chick.
"My name is Frankie. I already know your name is Frank." The girl said
in a light musical voice as she accompanied him towards the club's front
exit. Frank knew her from somewhere! He tried to remember where. "I was
wondering if I could ask a favor. I don't have a car and could use a ride
back to my hotel."
Frank's heart raced as he thought about there being just the two of them
in his Blazer. It was Friday night and he had the next day off from work.
With no where to go in the morning, maybe something would happen tonight?
Frankie picked up her coat at the check in counter on the way to the
parking lot.
As Frank held the passenger door for the blonde, her dress rode up her
beautifully shaped legs most of the way to the top of her thighs. He saw
the reinforced band at the top of her thigh top stockings and an inch of
tender white skin exposed above them. He remembered her style of dress
being popular when he was a small boy. Even the hairstyle and shoes were
from the nineteen eighties. He realized that Frankie must be a
retro-chick.
Frank drove them to the where she had said that she was staying, the
fanciest hotel in town. It did not take much persuasion to talk Frank into
going to the hotel bar for a night-cap before going on home. Frank was
surprised to find that she drank his brand of beer and shared some of his
interests and hobbies. Twenty minutes of small talk later, they were in
the elevator. Frankie had asked him to accompany her to her room to make
sure that she arrived safely.
Frank found himself inside of her room with the door closed before he
realized what was happening. He was amazed at his good fortune and did not
notice that Frankie was just as nervous and as unsure of herself as he was
of himself. Then she impulsively reached up, took his head in her small
feminine and graceful hands, and pulled his lips down to her own. Her lips
were soft and warm as they kissed for the first time.
Frankie slid her thin arms around his neck as his arms enfolded her trim
but shapely form and drew her toward him. Frank loved the feeling of her
large round breasts as they were pressed against him. He was infatuated by
the blonde as their lips lingered on each other. She was by far the
sexiest woman that Frank had ever kissed. She snuggled her body against
his and he was embarrassed by his erection. He knew she could feel it
making its presence known as it expanded between them. She did not shrink
away from the enlarging tool. It became even larger.
Frankie's behavior and Frank's erection emboldened him. He found the
tab of the zipper at the back of the cute flower print dress and slowly
pulled it all the way down. The metallic hissing sound from the zipper
caused even more blood to rush to Frank's penis. Instead of getting mad,
Frankie shrugged the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The dress had
a built in brassiere and as it slipped downward, her firm globular tits
were freed. Frank looked down at them in amazement as he swallowed
reflexively.
Frank's hands were drawn to the gravity defying boobs and his fingers
caused the large pink nipples to become erect. They were nearly an inch
long and almost an inch across. He had never seen such a perfect pair of
breasts even in the men's magazines that he had seen. Now, they were his
to play with! Frank dipped his head down to gently suck on one of the
swollen pink nipples. His efforts were rewarded by a high pitched moan
from deep in the throat of his sexual partner for the evening.
As Frank concentrated on each of the excited nipples, Frankie slid her
dress down over her hips and let it flutter to the floor to land in a
silken pool around her tiny high heeled feet. She stood in the six foot
burly man's arms in her pink ruffled silk bikini panties, a pair of tan
thigh high stockings, high heel shoes and a few items of jewelry. As
Frank's large hands roamed over her silk ruffle covered rounded buttocks,
he decided that he had to be the luckiest guy in the world tonight.
Frankie's hands had not been idle. She had felt of his large bulge and
had unzipped his pants. Her tiny hand delved into his trousers and pulled
out his long thick cock. Both hands stroked the large penis until it was
as hard as iron. She found herself dropping to her knees in front of the
musician. Frankie had never seen a male penis from this angle. She had
never given head. Tonight would be the first for many things for her. She
timidly extended her small pink tongue and licked the small drop of viscous
fluid from the tip of the massive penis pulsating in her caressing hands.
Frankie tasted of the pre cum and found it to be likable. Her soft red
lips opened and she took the purplish dome shaped head into her warm moist
mouth. As her hands stroked the shaft of the penis, her tongue swirled
around the flanged head of Frank's erection. No one had ever made Frank
feel this good! His massive fingers intertwined in the long blonde hair as
he began to urge her to take more and more of his throbbing tool down her
sucking throat.
Frank felt the signs of an approaching orgasm and tried to push the
blonde's head away from his pulsating penis. She held on firmly and
continued to bring his semen to a boil. He had wanted to stop her so that
they could cum together. Frankie evidently had other ideas as she
continued to bob her head up and down on the very sensitive head of his
swollen cock.
Frank's balls fired pulse after pulse of man juice into the throat of
the beautiful woman on her knees before him. His head reeled and his body
shook as his knees nearly buckled. She suctioned every last drop from his
organ before she released his penis from her wet mouth. He was dizzy as he
looked down into her pretty face and saw her cream covered lips as she was
kissing and licking his still swollen penis. She smiled up at him as he
slowly waddled to the bed on unsteady legs and collapsed onto the soft
mattress. Frankie rose to her feet and moved to lie beside of Frank.
Frank placed a muscular arm around the shoulders of the woman that had
just given him the best blow job that he had ever received. He felt guilty
because she had not been satisfied. He turned toward her and slipped down
on the bed to take her over-sized pink nipples into his mouth again. One
of Frank's hands moved to the pink silk ruffled bikini panties and began to
massage her vagina through the silk material. He could tell that she was
beginning to breathe heavily as he slowly massaged her pubic mound.
Frank could feel the silk cloth getting moist and slipped his hand down
the front of the silk panties. He dipped his finger into her moist slit
and began a light side to side motion across Frankie's stiff little
clitoris and was rewarded with a soft excited moan from her. His lips
increased the suctioning on her turgid nipples as she became more and more
excited. In less than five minutes, the gorgeous girl was having her
climax. Frank loved the feeling of power that he experienced as he made
what he believed to be the most beautiful girl in the world cum.
Frank moved on down between Frankie's legs and pulled her pink panties
down over her bottom, her nylon covered legs and over one of her high heel
shoes. They had gotten hung on the straps of her left shoe, so he left
them dangling from her left ankle in his haste to bury his lips in her
juicy slit. His beard tickled the insides of her thighs as she stroked her
long delicate fingers through his dark hair. Within another five minutes,
Frankie was cumming for the second time.
Frank climbed to his feet and hurriedly removed his remaining clothing.
Frankie looked with longing at his fully recovered male member. It was
thick and long and she was eager for it to be buried in her delicate tummy.
Frank moved into position over her and reached down with one hand to guide
his love missile to its warm wet target. Frankie's eyes rolled back in her
head as the stiff cock disappeared inside of her sensitive vagina.
The matted hair on Frank's chest rubbed against Frankie's sensitive
nipples as he sank the last inch of his tool into quaking tummy of the
almost out of her head blonde. Frankie found it natural to wrap her legs
around the waist of the man that was making love to her. She had never
known that such sensations existed.
After already having one orgasm, Frank was able to postpone his next
climax for over twenty five minutes. By the time that he had pumped her
womb full of baby making seed, she had cum six more times. Both collapsed
on the bed and lay still, panting for breath, as they recovered. Frank saw
the loving way that Frankie was looking at him. He almost asked her to
marry him. He decided to put that off until the third date. Maybe the
second?
Frank and Frankie lay together just listening to each other breathe. No
words were necessary for either of them. Frank had never formed a bond
this strong with any woman before tonight. The silence was shattered by
the annoying sound of Frank's beeper. He had taken a job as a dispatcher
for a major delivery service and they had given him a beeper to carry.
Business depended on the timely delivery of goods and he was one of the
main trouble shooters. Unfortunately, most musicians have day jobs to pay
the bills, and this was Frank's. He had decided to ignore the page, and
had even silenced the beeper. A minute later, it went off again. He knew
that they only called twice in a row in a dire emergency. He reluctantly
picked up the telephone and called dispatch central.
A multi-million dollar contract was in jeopardy of being canceled if a
shipment was not found in the next four hours. His supervisor said he had
to come in right away. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" thought Frank. "Not now!
Not tonight!" He tried to talk his way out of leaving the girl he had just
made love to. His boss was insistent. Frank was the only one that knew
the routes well enough to be able to trace down the truck of missing
materials. And, he knew it. He reluctantly told his boss that he would be
there within an hour.
He began to stammer out an explanation of what had happened only to find
that Frankie seemed to understand, although, she did seem upset over
something. They arose from the bed and, after a few moments for each of
them in the bathroom, they put on their clothing. Frank tried to talk
Frankie into staying in bed where she was comfortable, but she insisted on
walking him to his Blazer. They held hands as they walked to the elevator,
kissed while waiting on it to arrive at their floor, kissed again on the
elevator as it descended to the basement parking garage, and held hands as
they walked to the automobile.
Frank asked for Frankie's home telephone number. He was told that she
did not have one. She told him that they would be together, always. He
almost decided not to go in to work. He could find another job. He kissed
her after giving her his number and hearing her promise that they would
meet again. He drove off without seeing the tear slowly rolling down her
cheek.
It was a twenty minute drive from the hotel to the dispatching office.
Frank never arrived. On a deserted stretch of road connecting the two
towns, there was a collision. Frank barely saw the ball of fire plummeting
from the sky before it hit his Blazer. He was killed instantly in the
fiery crash.
*******
Frank slowly opened his eyes. He was aware of the cold surroundings.
The lighting was bright, but it was cold. He turned his head to see two
figures working on some strange machinery next to where he was lying. He
blinked his eyes several times as he tried to focus on the figures. He
knew that what he was seeing was not possible!
The beings, and beings was the appropriate term, that were working on
him were about four foot tall, had enormous round hairless heads, large
black oval eyes, child sized bodies and wore some type of aluminum foil
looking clothing. He had no idea of where he was, but he felt certain that
he was no longer in New Jersey.
A door opened and another figure entered the room. This one was taller
and thinner than the other two. It moved to where Frank was lying and
inspected him. It surprised him when it spoke to him in almost perfect
English in a soft lilting voice, "How do you feel?"
Frank managed to answer after a few minutes. "I'm cold. Where am I?"
His teeth were chattering. An adjustment was made by one of the shorter
beings and the room warmed up within seconds. He asked where he was again.
"You are on board our space craft. There was an accident. One of our
ships crash landed on your planet and you were, shall we say,
incapacitated. Three of our ships have been shot down by your military over
the past few decades. The one last night was an unexpected loss. However,
we have learned to clean up all debris from a crash site before Earthlings
can get there."
"Since Humans have been officially classified as intelligent life forms,
although it took years of study for the decision to be arrived at, we are
not allowed to cause the premature termination of Human life. We rescued
you from the wreckage of your vehicle so that we could restore you to life.
Unfortunately, your life signs had already ceased to exist by the time we
got there."
Frank was shocked to hear the explanation. He was held down on the
machine by some kind of force field. He wanted to get up but could not
move. The alien continued, "We collected your life force, but was not able
to save your body. We had been duplicating a human body and used it as the
vessel for your memories and life force. It is an improvement over the
body that you had before the change."
"Perhaps I had better explain a few things before I release you from the
machine. Unlike your culture, our Race is a Female dominant one.
Thousands of years ago, we subdued our males and took over the decision
making processes. They had been a warring group and were causing a
significant portion of our Race to be exterminated in a major war every few
decades. Now, through genetic engineering, there are only twelve males
alive at any one time for breeding purposes. Like your males, they produce
millions of sperm, but it requires only one to fertilize each egg.
Therefore, we are able to keep their numbers limited."
"My two assistants are drones, non-reproducing females. I am a fertile
female and have already produced several hundred off spring." Her mouth
made a semi smiling facial expression. "You should feel pleased with your
new body. We'll release you and you can get up and examine yourself."
Frank felt the tethers that had bound him to the device that he was
lying on release. The two smaller creatures helped him to his feet. Long
blonde hair shifted in front of his face as he rolled over onto his feet. A
massive shifting on his chest was also very unusual. A glance downwards
and he nearly fainted.
Frank was nearly in a state of shock as he was helped to a section of
the wall that almost magically changed into a mirror as they approached.
What Frank saw in the mirror was two four foot tall aliens helping a
swaying Frankie stand between them!
It required several minutes for everything to even begin to sink into
Frank's confused mind. He looked exactly like Frankie. The same long
blonde hair. The same pretty face. The same magnificent pair of boobs.
The same tiny waist. The same dark blonde bush hiding her pubic mound.
The same long and shapely legs. Frank was now Frankie!
*******
It had been weeks since Frankie had awakened in the bio life support
machine. She had finally adapted to her new body. She now knew who it was
that she had reminded herself of when she had met herself back in New
Jersey. Her body was modeled on the blonde secretary in the television
show, WKRP in Cincinnati. Being a Female dominant Race of beings, a male
body would never have been duplicated.
Frank had read many transgender stories for amusement and had always
thought that they were nothing but enjoyable science fiction. Fiction
Mania, Nifty, Sapphire Place, Robo, Michelle, etc., were all very good
sources of transgender fiction. However, Frank had never even imagined
that something like this would actually happen to him. But, "She" now had
personal experience in a transformation. So much for science fiction!
Frankie had finally, after several months, resigned herself to being
female for the rest of her life. At least her body had been designed to
out last the ordinary human body by a century or more. However, she was
lonesome for other human companionship. A decision had been made to return
her to Earth after she had told of meeting herself before the other space
ship crashed. It was an added inconvenience for the aliens, but it was
part of their code of ethics. Besides, if she had already met herself back
on Earth, it would disrupt the space-time continuum if she was not
returned.
Before being returned to Earth, Frankie was led to the bio machine and
was told to lay down. The leader of the aliens used her long skinny middle
finger to insert a small suction device into Frankie's vagina, up into her
womb, up her fallopian tube, to one of her ovaries. Several eggs were
removed. Frankie could now either be cloned, or her eggs could be
fertilized with some of the male sperm that had been collected from the
other Human Beings that had been captured, studied, then released.
Frankie recognized the clothing that she had worn the night that Frank
had made love to her as she prepared for her return. She slipped the pink
silk ruffled bikini panties up her long smooth legs, pulled on the thigh
high stockings, buckled the high heel shoes on her tiny feet and stepped
into the flower print mini dress. She was given a necklace, earrings and
several rings for her long graceful fingers. It was not necessary to paint
her nails. They had been genetically engineered to be bright red just as
her make up was natural.
The alien leader told Frankie, "We have had to go through a worm hole to
travel back in time. Such travel is never precise, but we are only a day
early. We can drop you just outside of the town that you were coming from
when the accident occurred."
"We have sewn sixty cut and polished Corellian diamonds into the hem of
your dress. They are of a higher quality than can be found on your own
planet and should provide enough wealth to last you your entire life time.
We also saved the documents and currency that was in your wallet. They are
in a compartment at the bottom of your coat. I believe that we have
thought of everything. Remember, you must do everything that you had done
before your accident or else it can disrupt the equilibrium of time and
space. Do not try to change a thing or else a riff in time will develop.
Good bye and Good luck."
The next thing that Frankie knew, she was standing in the roadway on the
same highway that Frank had died on. It was night and a car was
approaching. Frankie stepped to the side of the road as the sedan drew
nearer. It stopped. An older couple were it's only occupants and they
could not drive away and leave a young woman that was obviously stranded on
the side of the road at night. The passenger window rolled down and the
woman asked, "Dear, did your car break down?" Frankie nodded her pretty
head. After a space ship landed on it, it was definitely broke down. "Get
in and we'll give you a ride into town." They let her out at the fancy
hotel where Frankie booked a room. An hour later, Frankie walked into the
nightclub. She had heard the band playing as she got out of the taxi in
the parking lot. The music sounded very good.
Frankie moved right up to the stage so that she could see if she had
been as good of a musician as she had thought that she was. She was truly
impressed. She had been even better than she had thought. She never even
turned her head to turn down the offers to dance. The band took a break
and Frankie took the opportunity to go to the Ladies' Room. It was the
first time that she had been in a public restroom with women. She was
shocked at the things that she heard being discussed. She used Earth
plumbing as a woman for the first time.
Frankie was back at the foot of the stage before the music started. The
lead guitarist had pointed her out to Frank and he was now looking her
over. Frankie watched the finger work on the frets of the bass guitar and
listened to the music. When Frank sang the love song while looking
directly at Frankie, she could not prevent herself from smiling up at him.
It was only a few weeks ago that she was up on the stage and singing to
her.
When the last song was over, she waited for her male self to come down
the stairs so that she could introduce herself. It was cute when he became
flustered and tried to get away. She grabbed his arm and hung on as they
walked out of the club together. She asked if he could give her a ride
back to her hotel. When he helped her into his Blazer, she tried not to
show him all of her lingerie, but it was difficult climbing up into the
sport utility vehicle in such a short dress.
Frankie considered sending Frank home instead of inviting him in for a
beer at the hotel bar. It would save his life. It would also, according
to the aliens, disrupt the space-time continuum, whatever that was. She
decided that the least she could do is to make Frank's last night on Earth
an enjoyable one.
After a little small talk in the bar as they drank a beer, they moved to
the elevator. Frankie had the advantage of knowing what Frank was thinking
as they had carried on their conversation. She knew exactly how to ask
Frank to escort her to her room. When they were inside, she let Frank kiss
her. Kissing a man for the first time felt strange. Knowing that they
were actually one and the same person made the situation even stranger.
When Frank unzipped her dress and began working on her boobs and
over-sized pink nipples, Frankie surrendered herself to the sensations.
When she had sex as a man, it had never felt this good. She worked her
dress down over her flaring hips and it settled around her ankles.
Frankie's hands felt of the bulge in Frank's trousers. When she was he,
she had played with this penis. She had masturbated many times during her
adolescence. She unzipped Frank's pants and pulled his swollen cock out to
stroke it. Now that she had smaller hands, it seemed so much bigger.
Knowing this was to be their only night together, Frankie slowly dropped to
her knees and inspected her penis from an angle that she had never seen it
before.
Frankie leaned forward and timidly licked the drop of pre-seminal fluid
from the purplish tip. It was not that bad. She licked her lips to wet
them and took the entire domed head into her warm wet mouth and began
sucking on it as her tongue swirled around it. She rolled her eyes up and
watched her male facial expressions as she gave her first blow job to what
had been her own penis.
Both of her hands stroked the thick shaft as she bobbed her head back
and forth. She felt Frank's fingers in her hair as he began to guide her
movements. More and more of his cock was forced down her throat. She
remembered how good it had felt to feel over half of her dick stroking in
and out of her wet mouth and throat. She cooperated as much as she could.
When Frank tried to pull her off of his pulsating cock, Frankie
redoubled her efforts. If this was to be his last blow job, she would
ensure that it was his best. She found herself having to swallow salvo
after salvo of semen as Frank climaxed. The flavor would take some getting
accustomed to, but was not unpleasant. She sucked off the last drops of
cum and licked the softening penis clean before Frank moved to the bed and
collapsed.
Frankie got up off her knees and lay next to Frank. His arm wrapped
around her for a moment before moving to her large breasts. Frankie loved
the sensation of having her inch long sensitive nipples sucked on. When
Frank moved his hand to the crotch of her pink silk ruffled bikini panties,
she spread her legs to give his fingers more room. She could feel herself
getting wet as he massaged her pussy. Frank moved his hand to the inside
of her panties and she came for the first time in her female body within
five minutes.
Frank pulled her panties almost all the way off and moved down between
her legs and began eating her sweet pussy. A few minutes later, she had
her second orgasm. Frank stood up to remove all of his clothing. Frankie
found that she was excited just from seeing his erection bobbing in the
air. Frank moved into position and Frankie felt a penis enter her vagina
for the first time. Her nylon covered legs wrapped themselves
automatically around Frank's waist as he began screwing her. As it sawed
in and out of her, she moaned and twisted on the bed. She never knew women
felt this good when a man made love to them.
Frankie came several times before Frank emptied the rest of his male
semen into her womb. They kissed and lay motionless, still joined
together. Frankie had never felt better. She wished that there were
something that she could do to prevent Frank from being killed. The aliens
had warned her that the very fabric of time and space would rip open if she
did anything to change that fact. She snuggled her face in Frank's chest
hair to control the tears that she felt welling up in her big beautiful
eyes.
The beeper went off the first time. She wanted to tell him to throw it
out the window, but did not. It went off the second time and Frank got out
of bed to use the phone. Frankie looked at him and decided that he
reminded her of a big Teddy Bear. She had to fight back the tears again.
They took turns in the bathroom before getting dressed. Frankie
accompanied Frank to the parking garage. She kissed him one last time and
wiped away a stray tear as she watched him drive off. She walked out side
where she had a clear view of the pre-dawn sky over the route that he would
follow. A few minutes later, a streak of light dropped from the sky and
there was a flash on the horizon.
Frankie pulled the collar of her coat up to protect her from the chill
of the cold morning air. She wiped away more tears. Her high heels
clicked on the concrete pavement as she walked back into the hotel.
Frank's sperm had already found one of her eggs and she was now carrying
Frank's child. It would be difficult being a single parent, but Little
Frank would be just as good of a musician as his father had been. Plus, he
would have the support of a financially secure mother that would help him
to become famous.
Frankie would always wonder what would have happened if she had stopped
Frank from driving off and meeting his destiny. She hoped that she had
done the right thing. She did know that Frank would have been proud of his
son. Frankie certainly was.
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