Message-ID: <27154asstr$973012218@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <a05001932b623faa82700@[206.96.54.162]> From: J R D <jrdss@micronet.net> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" Subject: {ASSM} Avatar [4/?] Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 12:10:18 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27154> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: english, RuiJorge Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- Avatar Pt. 4 David woke up and sat up, his breasts shifting under his shirt. He looked around, half expecting to see a column of light and a rock cylinder, but the only light came from the hole where he had fallen from. He then remembered that strange dream where he was dying, and he grabbed his shirt where the wound had occurred and found a rip, and a wet spot on the fabric. He lifted his fingers to his face, smelled them and tasted the stuff. It was blood! He had to get back up to the surface where he had some light, so he could check himself out. He scrambled up the hill he had fallen down. It was a tough climb and his bouncing breasts kept getting in the way. As he climbed he wondered what, in Aphrodite's name, had made him skip putting on a bra this morning. But he finally made it to the surface. He looked down at his front and saw a big, red stain surrounding a hole on the right side of his shirt. He quickly removed the garment, exposing his breasts to the warm, jungle air. He examined his breasts and abdomen, and found not even a scratch on their perfect surface. But the right side of his shirt was clearly soaked in blood. This was weird. He put the shirt back on, but only buttoned the top half of the buttons. He took the two tails of the shirt and tied them in a knot under his breasts. It wasn't a bra, but it would do till he got back to camp. He walked back to the tents where he and the professor would be living for the next two weeks. He stripped off his bloody shirt and searched through his bags, looking for a bra and clean shirt. Finding a new shirt was easy, but in none of his bags was there even a single bra. Now that was stupid. Alright, he could see skipping a bra in the morning; he enjoyed the feeling of his breasts moving freely and hated the way bra straps dug into his shoulders after a day of wearing it; but to forget packing any altogether? With the amount of exercise he'd be getting on this trip, that was foolish. Then he noticed something else was missing. He quickly double checked and noticed all his feminine hygiene products were missing! No tampons, no douche bottles, not even a maxi-pad. Okay, this was getting serious. Ever since his first period back at the age of nine, when he had been on a family vacation, he had always made sure to pack a few extra tampons in every bag on any trip longer than a week. But there were none in any of his bags. He remembered his first period. He had been so scared, but his mother had been so comforting and caring through the whole thing. That froze him solid. Remembering his mother, he remembered her funeral. The funeral they had for him when he was only five! Dad had never remarried, so how could he remember his mother helping him through his first period at nine, when she had died four years before? Another thing, when he remembered his mother, there were two faces that sprang to mind. One, the woman who died when he was a child, the other, the woman who bought him his first dress, helped him through his first period, discussed the facts of life with him, and discussed why he shouldn't let boys have sex with him until he was married. Of course, he hadn't listened. He could remember clearly the fight he and mom had had when she discovered his birth control pills in his dresser drawer. He had lied to her and told her that he was afraid of being raped and getting pregnant (one of the girls had suffered through that in high school). She had accepted that. But the real reason was that he was having sex with Mark King every Friday night after their dates. David froze. Mark King had been the man Nicole had lost her virginity to back when she was 17. He remembered her telling him that when they had discussed sexual histories before actually having sex for the first time. But he could clearly remember having sex with Mark at least once a week for the eight months they had been together. But his conversation with Nicole about their sexual history had its own weirdness. He remembered being told by Nicole about Mark, but he also remembered telling David about losing his virginity to Mark. He remembered telling Nicole about losing his virginity to Becky Martin when he was 15, but also being told by David about how he had lost his virginity at the age of 15. Then he got it. He was remembering everything from his life and from Nicole's life. And he was remembering it all from a first person perspective. He clearly remembered not having breasts when he fell down that hole, but, looking down at the double D breasts on his chest, he remembered them budding at an early age, and growing in quickly. His breasts had been larger than any other girl's in the class ever since. Oh, this was going to get confusing fast. He didn't just remember Nicole's memories, he remembered being Nicole. And he remembered everything. From the moment of his birth and the doctor saying, "It's a boy!" to 7 months later, and being born, and having the doctor say, "It's a girl!", and then remembering two lives lived. He even remembered getting up this morning, getting dressed in his boyfriend's sweats, and his best friend's bra and going jogging. Apparently David and Nicole were still linked. He could even feel the sensation of his breasts bouncing up and down as he jogged home. David laughed aloud. Apparently being bonded by Love (was there another suggestion for what had happened) had other side effects. Before, Nicole had been as staunchly anti-exercise as they come. To keep her slim figure, she preferred to eat less all day than he ate in a single meal rather than exercise. But now, without any prompting at all, she was jogging as he did every morning. She was even getting dressed in clothing that was less than fully appropriate, rather than forgo her morning jog. Well, at least this explained why he didn't have any feminine hygiene products. When He packed for this trip, he hadn't needed them. But did he need them now? He remembered having a vagina. Hell, he remembered using his vagina sexually. But did he have one now? He had breasts, but did he have a cunt, as well? He slid his hand down his pants. He felt his penis, but instead of a sack of testicles beneath them, he instead felt a moist slit. Okay, he had a cunt. But did that mean he now had "monthly visitors" as his mother... as Nicole's mother had so colloquially referred to his... to Nicole's periods? Not that it was that big a deal. Thanks to his link with Nicole, he now had fifteen years of experience to draw on when dealing with his periods. So he knew what to do. But then came back to the problem of not having the feminine hygiene products necessary to take him through the period. Then he heard the professor returning. How was he going to explain his breasts?! He couldn't tell the professor the truth. Although the professor had been right and this island was the birthplace of Aphrodite, to professor Abbott, it would just be a reason to tear the island apart and defile the temple to satisfy his scientific need. David couldn't allow that to happen. The professor would never find the temple unless he knew love in his heart, or unless he knew definitively that it was here. If he never saw David's new form, he'd eventually return to home, unsatisfied. He'd still believe that this was the birthplace of Aphrodite, but without proof the university would never fund another expedition. But how was David going to hide a pair of breasts this large? His only hope was for the professor to never see him. He'd have to hide in the jungle for the next two weeks. Finding a way to get off the island at that time would be interesting, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. He was about to make a dash for the jungle, wishing he still looked like his old self, when his breasts shrunk. He felt curves that he hadn't realized he had disappearing, and a testicle sack dropping into his pants. He was normal again. What had happened? Was he now no longer linked with Nicole? No. He could still feel Nicole's presence in him, could still remember living his/her life. So what happened? Then he realized what it was. The gods of ancient Greece had all been shape shifters, and now he was one, too. Any form could be his, male or female, simply by choosing it. The professor walked into the camp and said, "Where have you been? Slacking off?" Ignoring the doctor's insult, David said, "I fell down a hole. By the time I crawled back up you were long gone." "Anything interesting in the hole?" "Nope. Just a natural cave," David lied. The professor just grunted and walked away. After he was gone, David sarcastically said, "Oh, no. I'm fine. Thanks for asking." But then images of why the professor was such a jerk flashed through his head. Apparently the professor was in love with doctor Amber Cole (or at least was strongly fascinated by her), but every time he had made even the slightest romantic overture, she had rebuffed him soundly. But that made David wonder why. Admittedly, professor Abbott was no model, but he wasn't bad looking. Then images of doctor Cole's fantasy lover flashed through his mind, and David understood. Doc Cole "swung the other way". David's new form would excite her more than the professor's current form. But then David had an idea. A way to both help the professor, and, with a little capricious non-explanation, punish him for the way he treated others. ************ -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure. I just like T.V. better." 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