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Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2004 22:10:02 -0400
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NO MATTER WHAT SHAPE
by Carlos Malenkov (writing as Kien Reti)
Word Count: 2812
Copyright (c) 2004 by Carlos Malenkov
Posting and archiving rights granted to ASSM. All other rights reserved.



LA was a way different town back in '70. You could walk the streets at
night in most neighborhoods and the gangs hadn't taken over yet. There was
still a trace of that heady excitement, that bubbling sense of unlimited
possibilities that was the short-lived legacy of the Sixties.

Jamie was fresh off the bus. Not quite as clueless as fresh off the boat,
but close. He had walked out of the Greyhound terminal with suitcase
in hand, seventy dollars and change in his pocket, and no place to
stay. Not much in the way of plans, either . . . except to survive, and
maybe manage to lose his virginity in this city of infinite opportunity.

He pointed himself toward downtown and began walking. And kept walking.
It was late in the afternoon and starting to get dark, and he was getting
mighty tired of walking.

A car pulled up alongside.

"Hey! Need a ride, kid?"

The woman in the driver's seat was smiling at him. She was blonde,
filled out her sweater quite nicely, and looked to be somewhere in her
thirties. Well, maybe late thirties. She spoke louder. "You! I'm talking
to *you*, fellow. I asked if you needed a ride."

"Sorry, ma'am. It's been a long day, and I'm tired. Yes, I certainly
would appreciate a lift. Thanks."

The trunk popped open. "Throw in that case of yours and hop in."

Jamie got in the back seat. It was plush leather. Very plush. Now he
noticed that the car was a Bentley. Money. *Mucho* money here.

"Where to?"

"Uh, nowhere in particular. Just drop me off wherever you're going and
I'll take it from there."

"New in town?"

"How did you know?"

"Suitcase, bedraggled look, and no particular destination in mind. You
don't have a place to stay, do you?"

"Well . . . "

"Maybe I can help you out, kid. I've got a spare bedroom, and if you
don't mind earning your keep . . . The name's Theodora, by the way. Call
me Dora."



She lived in a mansion. It was a fairy-tale castle with something like
fifty rooms. Jamie slept on a cot in a room that was part of a medieval
turret. The walls were curved and the ceiling came to a conical point.
Not much light came through the single small window.

On the maid's days off, Jamie washed the dishes, made the beds, and swept
up around the house. He also did light maintenance and fixed dripping
faucets. It typically took about two hours each day and the rest of
the time was his own. Not bad for room and board. On the other hand,
he wasn't putting any money in the bank, either.

He had been living there for a week, and it was just plain boring. Aside
from watching TV on the large-screen color set in the living room and
reading pulp novels, there just wasn't a hell of a lot to do. Public
transportation didn't run in that neighborhood, so he couldn't make
it into town. Jamie was seriously considering leaving and taking his
chances again.

He hardly ever saw Dora. She swept in and out like a cyclone. She was an
actress of some sort, and apparently successful enough at it that she
was always working. That had been fine with him in the first few days,
when he had still been getting settled in, but now he was lonely. Lack
of human contact was driving him nuts.


    Jamie had always known he was different. Growing up in a working
    class family with two brothers and five sisters meant being ignored
    most of the time. He had felt out of place and unwelcome. And he kept
    having these strange dreams . . . dreams of being a different person,
    of being in a different body. His family laughed at him and slapped
    him down when he tried to talk about it. His schoolmates tormented
    him. His friends . . . well, he had no friends. He had left home at
    the earliest opportunity.


Late one night there was a soft knock on the door. Jamie was instantly
awake. "Who's there?"

"May I come in?" It was Dora's voice.

Before Jamie could answer, the door slowly opened. The foot of the cot
sagged under Dora's weight.

"Time to earn your keep," she said.

In the scant light seeping into the room from the hall, he could just
barely make out her silhouette. He reached for her. She wasn't naked
. . . quite. She had on some kind of form-fitting bodysuit. Nice boobs,
nicely rounded ass on her. There seemed to be a funny kind of bulge down
in front at the crotch, but . . . he had no time to think on it as Dora
abruptly stood, then turned away. "Unzip me in back," she said.

A zipper ran straight down the back of her catsuit, from the neckline
to past the buttocks. Jamie pulled it all the way down. He hesitantly
touched a bare cheek -- a warm, smooth ass cheek.

She grasped his hand and pulled it into the cleavage. "Yes, that's it,"
she said. "That's right where I want it. Fuck me. Fuck me here. Fuck me
in the ass. Stick it in there, stud."

In a flowing, cat-like motion, she twisted around and bent facedown
over the bed. He traced the curve of her bare bottom with trembling
fingertips. And there! In the valley between the buttocks was the puckered
little opening. It was wet, slick. She had already lubed herself.

He had never done anyone in the ass. Well, once with his friend Tommy
. . . but that didn't really count. That was just a couple of guys
playing around.

Ah, that was good! His cock had slid right in with hardly any resistance.
He was in the warm embrace of a tight velveteen pouch. He could feel the
liquid rippling texture of her gut as he slowly moved in and out. It felt
-- it felt just plain good. Not all that much different from being inside
a pussy. Yeah, a little hotter and tighter maybe.

It was the best fuck he'd had in a long time. Thoroughly satisfying.
Draining. Jamie wanted nothing more than to just lay down and sleep for
a month.

"My turn now," Dora said.

WHAT?

Dora was standing there smiling at him, and in the faint light Jamie
saw the silhouette of a huge hard cock pointing straight at him.

"Wait a fucking minute!" Jamie screamed.

"You have a simple choice," Dora said. "Take it in the ass, or throw
your things in a suitcase and start walking."

It wasn't all that difficult a decision. Jamie had no money and no place
to go. And he *had* let Tommie put his dick into him that one time. Just
a couple of inches deep. Just to see how it felt. It hadn't felt all
that bad, but they had been afraid to go any further.

Jamie was lying on his side with his knees pulled up toward his chest.
Dora, or whoever she or *it* was, curled up behind him. This was supposed
to be a "beginner's" position. It would make being penetrated easier
for someone not used to it, or so Dora said. Cool hands were massaging
Jamie's neck and he was beginning to relax.

"I'm right at the entrance. Feel it?" Dora said. "Now exhale and press
gently out. That will open you up."

Jamie gasped as he felt himself stretch open down there. There was a
slight burning sensation.

"And away we go," Dora said.

The cock began sliding farther into him and Jamie started to tense up.
Dora pressed a spot on his lower spine and he felt his entire pelvic
girdle go slack.

"Accupressure," Dora said. "Better than a muscle relaxant."

Now he felt her crotch pressing against his buttocks. She was all the
way up inside him. She was *fucking* him.

She pumped in and out for what must have been a half hour. Strangely
enough, he didn't feel any discomfort -- just a slight soreness that
passed as he loosened up down there. Then it started to feel good. After
the first few minutes his dick was hard and throbbing, and the pressure
was building up in his balls. A few minutes later he found out how good
a penetration orgasm was.

"Who *are* you?" he whispered.

"Hush," she said, sealing his lips with a finger.



Dora joined him for breakfast in the morning.

"Hungry?"

Jamie couldn't meet her eyes. Last night . . . Last night, he had fucked
her, and then . . . she had fucked *him*. She? What in the hell *was* she?
A weird kind of transsexual? A hermaphrodite? Some kind of medical
experiment? And what in the hell did that make *him*? Queer, or what?

"I, uh, well . . . "

"My poor child, did our activities last night affect your appetite?"

"Dora, please . . . "

"Eat, Jamie. It's good for you. And after you've washed the dishes and
cleaned up, I have something very interesting to show you."



"I know you're wondering about a few things, Jamie. Well then, let me
deepen the mystery."

They were in Dora's bedroom. It was the first time he had been allowed
into her private sanctum. The blue-silk clad walls and canopied bed took
his breath away.

"Look," she said.

Dora had unbuttoned her blouse. She had heavy breasts which drooped a bit,
but he already knew that.

Now she was stepping out of her skirt. Shiny pink satin briefs below.
No sign of a bulge in front. She winked lewdly at him and he shuddered.

"See," she said. She had dropped her panties and was standing there
totally bare-assed naked in front of him. Between her legs was . . .
a pussy. She was clean-shaven and there was absolutely no doubt. A
completely normal woman with completely normal female genitalia stood
there smiling at him.

"So, where's the missing organ? Where's my *dick*?" Dora asked. "I don't
think I'll answer that just yet. And by the way, what are you doing there
with your clothes still on?"

Jamie kept fumbling with his belt, and Dora had to help him get his pants
down. She grabbed his cock and pulled him over by it in the direction
of the bed. Before he could catch his breath, he was on top of her and
inside her.

Afterwards, he slept in the comforting circle of her arms. He awoke,
hours later, to a soft kiss on the lips. "Guess what?" Dora said. "My
turn again." Somehow, he wasn't surprised.

Dora bent him over the bed and inserted a heavily lubed finger into his
rear entrance. "Get ready," she said.

Glancing toward the wardrobe mirror, Jamie saw a fully engorged cock
disappearing into the crack of his buttocks, an inch at a time. There
could be no mistake. She had a complete set of male equipment and she
was fucking him in the ass. Again.

"Now flop over on your back," she said.

His legs were straight up in the air, and she braced her shoulders
against them as she carefully inserted her cock into him. The sight of
her big boobs jiggling as she pumped in and out of his ass set him off
giggling hysterically in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. No way!

An eternity later he felt the telltale throbbing, then that wetness deep
in his gut which meant she had shot her load inside him. No mistake --
Dora had fully functional male genitals, and she had just fucked him
with them. Again. Three times, counting the previous night. And he had
enjoyed it more each time.

His ass felt empty inside. Dora wasn't inside him now, though she hadn't
pulled out of him. The hard cock inside his ass had suddenly vanished.

Jamie looked up at her. His legs were still draped high over her
shoulders, but . . . she had no . . . she had no penis any more. There was
the split between her legs, and it was an opening again, a *pussy*. Dora
had the genitalia of a woman. She was a *total woman* now.



"It's time we had a little talk," Dora said.

Jamie nodded. He was thinking it was way *past* time.

"When I saw you standing there that day, with that lost little boy
expression on your face and a suitcase in your hand on that street corner,
I recognized a kindred soul. Somehow, I picked up the vibes. You and I
. . . we're alike. We're not -- I don't know how to break this to you
gently -- we're not really human."

Jamie burst into spasms of laughter. "What a relief to hear you say
that. I thought I was going crazy there for a while. You're a woman,
I think. But sometimes there's a cock between your legs. And when you
get the urge, you fuck me in the ass with it. Or am I dreaming this
whole thing?"

"Look at me," Dora said. Her body seemed to shimmer in the morning
sunlight and Jamie couldn't quite focus his eyes on it. She had a cock
again. And now she had the broad shoulders, narrow hips, and flat chest
of a man. Her face was narrower, and there was hairy stubble on her
cheeks. Her voice had dropped into a masculine register. She was most
definitely a man.

"I'm a shapeshifter," Dora said. "And so are you."



Shapeshifting -- changing his physical form -- Jamie found out, was
simply a matter of letting the hidden part of himself emerge. The part
he had denied and tried to bury all these years. The part that had made
him an outcast his entire life.

With Dora's help, Jamie became a woman. He somehow *shifted* his body into
a teenage boy's wet-dream image of a voluptuous female -- huge breasts,
flaring hips, and a well-padded butt. Dora made love to him then and there
in her man-form, and Jamie discovered that having a cock plunging deep
into his pussy was a distinct change from having it up the ass. He *liked*
the feeling. Afterwards, Dora shifted back to being a woman and showed
him what lesbian love was all about. Jamie found that interesting, too.

"Once I even tried to shapeshift into a horse," Dora was telling him.
"I concentrated with every fiber of my being, but I couldn't quite get
it right. For a couple of hours there I was a half-human, half-equine
hybrid. A centaur with breasts. A monstrosity. Maybe there's just too
much of a gap between human and animal."

Dora shook a finger at him. "Now don't *you* be tempted to try a shift
like that. Don't even *think* about it. DON'T! You're the only one of
my own kind I've ever run across, and I don't intend to lose you."

Jamie *was* thinking about it. And of course he was tempted. Those
dreams he'd had growing up . . . he'd been an *animal* in some of those
dreams. So he had to . . .

It turned out that Dora was flat wrong on one count. An inter-species
shift required total *absence of conscious intent*. You had to completely
let go, submerge your ego, and let your soma -- your body spirit
-- guide the shift into whatever modality it found most sympathetic,
whatever shape it was most attuned to. You had to submerge your ego and
surrender to your inner body wisdom.

Jamie's awareness flickered and blurred. Something *bad* was happening.
The image in the mirror showed a strange outline. Jamie recognized the
reflection of a hairy primate before his sense of self faded, then went
dark. The window broke as the creature that had once been Jamie hurled
headfirst through it.

Shrill noises, bright lights, unfamiliar smells. Fear! Running, running.
The Others were close behind. Bright red flashes. Shrieks. Piercing pain,
then darkness.



"Lord almighty, it's one of the Great Apes, a bonobo. And you say it
was running berserk down the street when you captured it, officer? In
town? In downtown LA?"

"Yes, Dr. Meyerson. Fortunately, we've had experience with escaped zoo
animals before, and were able to subdue it with nets and anesthetic
darts. It doesn't appear to be badly injured."

"Fortunate indeed. This particular subspecies has almost died out in
the wild, and though this certainly isn't one of *our* animals, we'll
be more than happy to give her a home. That makes us the only zoo in
the country with a breeding pair."


Sunlight and warmth. Dirt underfoot and trees to climb. Food and water.
It was paradise. Jamie involuntarily went into heat as the male ape
approached.

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