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Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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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.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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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.
************
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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