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======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Close Encounters of the 4th kind repost pts 9-12 From: kmburns@starone.com (Kevin) Date: Wed, 28 Aug 1996 22:46:45 GMT
Dr Levin gazed reflectively out the window of her plane at the Virginia countryside below as it took off from Dulles Airport, reflecting on the most intriguing patient she had ever known in her brilliant career. She had developed many new techniques in the psycological field, and had just published a second best-selling book prior to being appointed by the President to psychoanalyze a very unique patient for an undisclosed Task Force for The National Security Agency department of the White House. But Alex had been more unique than in her unusual manner of being transgendered, there was a powerful magnetism to her that Dr Levin had found on a few occasions to be impossible to resist. This was her first patient that she could not detach herself from emotionally and professionally, and she wanted so much to see her again after she was released from the base in Nevada. Julie remembered the first time she introduced herself to Alex, and feeling again that electric feeling she got when she first saw those flashing brilliant green eyes, the beautiful long brown hair which looked like it was cared for professionally, the perfectly proportioned face and body, and most of all the seductive smile she had shown her. She had spent extra time with Alex, talking to her like a big sister late into the night, holding her when she was afraid or needed a shoulder to cry on, and watching her grow daily into psychological womanhood. She had given Alex some fashion and etiquette advice, and remembered the feeling she got when she showed her how to french braid her hair when it got hot out, the feel of that beautiful soft hair which most women spent a fortune to try to get but never did. It was one of these times when Julie was brushing Alex's hair when it happened, when Julie's hands had lingered for just a second too long on Alex's shoulders, when Alex reached up with both hands to hold Julie's, pulled her hands closer and turned her head back and looked at Julie with those green eyes looking at her seductively through half closed lids, and saw the passion in Julie's eyes which she couldnt hide from Alex. She couldnt resist when Alex reached over to gently run her hand along her face, and then drew up to her in the most passionate kiss she had ever felt. She felt chills all down her back and moaned involuntarily and made a soft protest, but Alex knew she had her. "You're beautiful too, Julie you don't look anywhere near 38" she whispered into her ear. Alex arched her back and tilted her head as she opened her nightgown, exposing the perfect breasts which stood from her chest with just the right firmness without looking fake. Julie ran her hands over Alex's breasts almost without thinking, as she felt her blouse being unbuttoned, and felt Alex's delicate fingers undoing her bra and running gently across her nipples. Julie was losing all control by then, as Alex removed both their tops, and leaned Julie back and kissed her lips, neck, and nipples, with Julie coming to her first orgasm as she felt Alex's soft hair running along her body. Alex kissed her along her stomach, working her way down and running her nails lightly up her thighs, as she effortlessly removed Julie's skirt and panties, and kissed around her thighs and pelvis, finally running her tongue along her pussy lips and tickling her clitoris until Julie almost passed out with her second, more powerful orgasm. She came down from that with a totally relaxed and peaceful feeling she had never been able to get through any relaxation techniques, and her and Alex gently kissed and touched each other as they fell asleep together in a soft embrace. Julie came back to reality on the plane as she found herself involuntarily running her hands along her arms and legs. She thought of other things to go over with Alex before letting her go, all the details of the paperwork on her new identity, and when she picked up her luggage and rental car at the airport in Las Vegas, she headed not to Nellis Air Force Base, but to the Luxor Casino to make reservations for 2 rooms, and then to one of the best stores in town to buy going away presents for that patient that she found it impossible to see in an entirely professional manner.

At that same time, 200 miles away driving home from Los Angeles on the 10 freeway was Mike Mendoza, excited about the results his chemist friend at UCLA had found on the shoes that he had worn that morning when he found Alex's car in the desert. The sand and soil still in tiny portions in his shoes had shown evidence of being heated to a degree to change the sand into glass, and radioactive particles were still in there also, being inconsistent with the surrounding soil in the region, and no nuclear waste dumps were in the area. He finally knew for himself at least that he was not hallucinating about the lights he had occasionally seen in the desert at night, or the fading of the paint on the Porsche he had found, and knew that the story concocted by the FBI was a cover-up, and that maybe that wild story that had caused a brief sensation about that topless dancer who claimed to be the new and altered version of missing writer Alex Dell might not be so wild after all. He was going to take this lab report with the shoes and call the reporter who had caused him so many problems on the job and in his daily life when he had claimed that very unusual and unnatural signs were found at the spot Dell had disappeared. The reporter had used his name in the story, and Mike knew that from that point on, any hope of promotion within the ranks of the Highway Patrol had evaporated. Mike had seen on a news magazine show that the reporter was going to write a book about this case, and he figured that if he provided that reporter with the evidence, then maybe something big would break, and the bad mark on his personnel file would go away.

Carl Barry had just hung up the phone after one of his leads in the Dell missing persons case had informed him of some lab results on some shoes. He typed the notes of the conversation on his computer at his desk in the reporters pool at the weekly news magazine WorldWeek, and then looked at the file containing a pair of photo's. The first one was of a very handsome dark haired man with green eyes and a flashing smile. His good looks matched those of any popular hunk on the cover of People magazine, but he had chosen to make his name in Hollywood as a screenwriter. The picture was taken at the Chandler Pavilion after co-winning an Oscar for best screenplay for the movie "Cushines" about Mafia life in South Brooklyn. The second picture opposite was of a stunningly beautiful woman with long dark hair and green eyes and a feminine version of that same flashing smile on the screenwriter. She was dressed only in a string bikini top and a g-string, and had posed seductively in an arched back stance with one hand in her hair and another on her hip. This picture was taken from a promotion shot for a popular "Gentleman's Club" in Santa Monica. The man and woman looked to a casual observer like they were brother and sister, probably twins. Carl had played around with some morphing sofware and had found that all the pics between the two had morphed seamlessly. He only wished that the book he was writing about these images in the two pictures would meld together as easily. He was almost finished with the research and interviews, and a movie deal was being negotiated even before the book went into print. It was a huge risk that would most likely ruin his credibility as a journalist if it failed, but would make him a media superstar if the book was believable enough to overcome the sansationalism. A friend in the Los Angeles FBI office had tipped him off about an explanation that would be offered in a press conference in the case when and if the book became a best-seller, but Carl had figured that with the prevalant attitude of the American public toward the government and their skeptasism of explanations offered by the authorities, that his agent could use that in his favor with well publicized claims of a government cover-up. He had the testimony of a California Highway Patrol officer and an LAPD homicide detective, along with interviews with everyone he could find who knew both of the people in these pictures. He knew that mysterious stories like this could sell big if it was well researched, written, and convincing in its content. He looked over at the TV screen in the room imagining himself in the chair opposite Larry King, and was close to convinced himself that something had happened during an alien abduction which had transformed the handsome writer on the left of his screen into the beautiful dancer on the right.

FREE AT LAST!!! Alex had almost gotten to the point where she didnt think they were ever going to let her off that damn base, and now she was enjoying the ride in the empty desert from Nellis Air Force Base into Las Vegas. She was so overjoyed at her freedom that she had gotten over the anger she had felt when Dr Julie Levin had told her that she couldnt see the transcripts of the hypnosis sessions. Alex had accused Dr Levin of using her as a guinea pig and fucking around with her mind. How was she ever going to know how all this had happened to Her? She needed to know for herself that she wasnt just some crazy woman who had finally flipped and imagined herself to be a reincarnation of a missing writer? Alex had noticed Dr Levin's eyes starting to get moist and teary and then Julie whispering that as Dr Levin her therapist she couldnt tell her anything, but as her friend and confidant Julie Levin she could manage to recall the important details of the abduction, they just had to do it away from the base, and Julie had promised her that she would get the opportunity to tell her when they got to Vegas, and that she had planned a big weekend for the both of them. She opened her purse and looked again at the driver license which had been issued to her with the last name lengthened to Delahanty, which she remembered was her grandfather's last name in Ireland, who had shortened it to Dell when he came to America to throw off any British investigators who might follow him to America to arrest him for IRA activities. She laughed at the irony of a changed identity which had come full circle, and breathed deeply the night desert air coming in the window, and unfastened a few buttons on her blouse enough to show her cleavage and the top of her bra and felt the air cool her off. She looked at Julie and saw her starting to shift a little in the drivers seat and run her fingernails along the steering wheel lightly, and noticed that her breasts heaved slightly. Julie found her excitement growing as they approached the outskirts of Las Vegas, and recalled to herself that the last time she had felt this way was when she had fallen head over heels in love in college with an Italian guy she was convinced she would marry, but her mother had constantly found fault with him and the relationship eventually fell apart. Ever since then it seemed that her mother was trying to fix her up with every Jewish professional from Boston to Miami, but with none of them had excited her and she had made excuses to her mother about concentrating on her career. Julie knew that she wasnt a lesbian and would hopefully find a man to excite her, but Alex's beauty, intelligence,humor, and magnetism were so overwhelming her that she felt like she was falling deeply in love with Alex. Her psychology studies had taught her that women could feel a deep love for each other and even experiment sexually and still be heterosexual. But for this weekend at least, she would treat herself to 3 days of joy and ecstacy and companionship she had missed for so long with the beautiful result of experiments those alien medical scientists had done to the person in the passenger seat of her car.

The binders containing the case of Alex Dell, National Security Case File Subject 42987, were put on the table in the conference room with the remaining members who were left after the support teams, and non-government consultants such as Dr Levin, were no longer needed and released from the Task Force. They had a good idea what had happened, but the "why" of it had required quite a few heated discussions over theories, most which were dismissed after they could not follow a logical path or reason. The theory they finally compromised on was that the alien craft was a research vessel, since Alex had not recalled any weoponry or security measures on the ship, and the craft was alone, ruling out any military or scouting missions. The aliens didnt seem to be doing any genetic research, since they apparently had extensive knowledge of human DNA already. Alex's recall of the specimen dishes she had seen and what had appeared to be incubators with human fetuses indicated that they were looking to create or replicate human beings either for use on other worlds or on Earth itself, possibly a creation of a new and improved race of humans. Many scientists had speculated in the past that Darwin's missing link was humanity itself, engineered by a superior race from the primitive neanderthals which were theorized to have evolved from apes. But why didnt the aliens abduct a human already female? The reason may have been that the aliens had chosen males from another race to introduce to our evolutionary process, and that in the long run that our males, if changed to females, would be able to produce children from the union of the two races. A curious result had come from tests done on the eggs that the doctors on the medical team had taken from Alex during gynecological examinations. Her eggs were mixed with sperm cells to see if she was capable of reproduction, which she was, but 100 percent of the embryos produced was female. None of the "Y" chomosome sperm which would eventually produce a male would be accepted by the egg to produce the cell multiplication which was the first stage of pregnancy after fertilization of the egg. The scientists guessed that Alex may have been a preliminary experiment which would manifest itself on the human race in about 200 years, a short time in the evolutionary process, if we didnt end up killing ourselves first. The report concluded that no imminent primary threat existed to national security which would justify any further pursuit of this case which would require funding approval at the Cabinet level. Ted Gorman signed off on the report which removed the case from National Security jurisdiction, and turned jurisdiction over to Charlie Greer, the assistant director of the FBI. " It's all yours Charlie, but I'd do something about leaks coming out of Justice and getting to members of the press. This case in itself probably doesnt present any big problem, but if the American people start thinking that we're covering up some big alien plot to kidnap all the boys and turn them into girls, or that we even took some story like that seriously, the whole bunch of us from the President on down are going to look like a bunch of clueless assholes"

Most of the detectives in the LAPD Homicide division wondered if Lt Bob Griffin was getting overly horny after his divorce two years ago, because they had seen him many times in the past months after the Dell case hanging out in just about every topless joint in Southern California. Griffin had been spending his off duty time canvassing the clubs whose owners had given him tips on cases when he worked in narcotics, and he was particularly interested in any information they had on a beautiful dancer called Alex. She had been one of the biggest favorites of the patrons, and the other girls recalled her as being personally friendly but quiet, and didnt talk about her private life very much, which wasnt uncommon among the girls who danced in these clubs. She had told anybody who asked that she had come out to L.A from Long Island, and that she needed the money to live on until she finished school and got her degree. She usually changed the subject when anybody asked about her life back east, and the girls figured she was running away from something. As a detective who had to deal with facts that would hold up in court, he still treated this case as a possible murder, and was looking to see if the girl he was asking questions about knew anything about who may have committed that murder. But he still couldnt get over the matching of fingerprints between her and the victim, and that she looked enough like him to be his sister, but a check on the victims records showed he had two brothers but no sisters, and the strange questions asked by that persistent news magazine reporter. Finally he remembered one more person he wanted to question about this case, the highway patrolman he had finally located, and he slipped a dollar into the g-string of the girl dancing over him, winked at her and left the club to see officer Mike Mendoza of the California Highway Patrol.

Alex checked into her room at the Luxor Casino in Las Vegas, the new casino at the bottom end of the Strip that was built like an Egyptian pyramid, those mysterious pyramids that a the book "Chariots of the Gods" had been built by extra-terrestrials. She wondered if Julie had picked this casino for that reason or this was just another irony in her new life. On the in the room were a bouquet of beautiful roses, and some presents that she opened that were all from Julie. The big box contained a gorgeous strapless blue formal dinner gown, a matching purse and four inch pumps, and small boxes containing silver bracelets, diamond earrings, and a blue choker with a large pearl on it. Alex put the roses in the vase as Julie entered the room to remind her of the appointment they had with a high class beauty shop. Alex kissed her and thanked her for the gifts as they left for the shop. The make-over artists at the shop were the best in town, and Julie watched in admiration as the cosmetics people went to work on Alex's face. Alex had entered the shop looking like a pretty co-ed, her lips were painted to bring out their fullness, and her already stunning green eyes had become exotic under the professional hands of these artists. The hairdressers then washed and set her hair in curlers, and when it dried they brushed her hair to one side and tied it together, leaving a huge beautiful mass of curly brown hair cascading down over her shoulder and over her breast. The artists also went to work on Julie, whose long thick black hair and cat-like dark brown eyes were brought to their full glamour, which made many people mistake her for Fran Drescher, and the hairdressers had piled her hair high on her head, and Julie gave them her best Jewish Princess voice, much to the amusement of the staff. The two women returned to the hotel to dress for dinner, and as Alex put on the gown which fit her perfectly, with the bare shoulders and the choker and the other accessories, she looked in the mirror and wanted to stay there forever to gaze at the image. While she had felt attractive before, for the first time she felt the joy of being truly as glamorous as any movie star. The feel of the satin fabric and the smell of the expensive perfume completed the rush, and she smiled at the equally glamorous Julie, and as the two left for dinner, Alex warmed at the anticipation of returning the favor to her, with a long night of passion pent up from six months of confinement at the Air Force Base.

"EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL SEX CHANGE?"

NARRATION: On the night of Sunday, June 30, 1995, screenwriter Alex Dell left Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas in his black Porsche coupe to drive back to his home in Bel Air. Dell was last seen at this convenience store in Barstow, California to purchase a cup of coffee and use the restroom. Although no witnesses reported anything unusual in the parking lot of the store, police believe it was possible that he may have been carjacked or otherwise met with foul play. On Monday morning July 1, Dell's car was discovered almost 1/4 mile off of California highway 58 by Patrolman Michael Mendoza of CHP. A search of the entire High Desert area between Barstow and Edwards Air Force Base to the west was conducted for Alex Dell with no success. Although police suspect that Dell most likely was a victim of a carjacking, officials admit that they are baffled as to why a carjacker would abandon an expensive sports car in the middle of the desert. Official reports obtained by reporter Carl Barry of WorldWeek magazine reported the car to be in perfect running condition and could find no signs of malfunction that would prompt a car thief to abandon the car in the middle of nowhere. Was it a carjacking? Or was Dell abducted for other reasons by someone other than car thieves? No trace of Dell was found until March of 1996 when an exotic dancer was arrested by Los Angeles Police in the San Fernando Valley after she was stopped for a speeding violation and Dell's credit cards, an altered license with Dell's number and other items traced to Dell were found in the woman's possesion. Lt Robert Griffin of the LAPD homicide division questioned the woman who could not provide any identification and according to police, refuse to give her name. According to sources who would not give their name, the woman's fingerprints were checked with law enforcement computers nationwide, and they matched perfectly to Alex Dell's. Court transcipts of the arraignment re: California vs. unidentified female suspect reveal that the woman pleaded not guilty and that the public defender and the assistant D.A. had recommended that the woman be held for psychiatric and narcotics evaluation until a competency hearing could be held. Lt Griffin was going to interview the woman at the hospital regarding the case when he was told by the hospital staff that men identifying themselves as FBI agents had taken the woman into their custody. Neither the woman nor Alex Dell has been seen since. Rumors persist that she is being held at the Air Force base in Nevada that contains the infamous "Area 51" that is off limits to all but classified military personnel that the Air Force denies exists. Carl Barry's book titled " Night of the Morphus" is making the incredible claim that Alex Dell and the mysterious go-go dancer found with his identification are one and the same, a result of alien medical experimention.Did aliens conduct a sex change on Alex Dell? When Sightings returns, we will have an exclusive interview with Carl Barry and you will hear the some of the fascinating evidence he provides in his book. [ > GO TO COMMERCIAL<]

Alex was enjoying the show at the casino with Tony Bennett as the feature act, unaware of the TV show in production that would air soon and the book about to be released that would cause her to be a sensational story worldwide. She and Julie were being seranaded by Tony Bennett as the spotlight shined on their table while he sang "Rags to Riches" in a slower, more romantic version. Alex could feel Julie's hand gently caressing her thigh under the table. The whole experience of having an icon singing to her and the glamorous feel of the clothes put Alex on a high that she never wanted to end. Her female mind and thought processes were completed now, and her soul was almost to the point of complete femininity. She was turning the corner where she would not feel any self-conciousness, and to her own point of no return where she would not be able to comprehend being anything but a woman. When Alex and Julie returned to their room after the show, they changed into their lingerie, Julie in a deep red satin one piece, and Alex in a powder blue lace bra and panties, they poured some wine and reminisced on the evening as the mood slowly wrapped them. Julie noticed that this time Alex was much different from before in her lovemaking six months ago, as her masculine aggressiveness had totally regressed. They were co-equals in their lovemaking now, and both their orgasms had come in a smoother and more spontaneous way. As they lay in a gentle embrace quietly whispering to each other, Julie heard Alex for the first time express her growing desire to have a baby.

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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Close Encounters of the 4th kind repost pts 13-16 From: kmburns@starone.com (Kevin) Date: Wed, 28 Aug 1996 22:54:37 GMT

In a bar in the High Desert town of Hesperia, the bartender noticed a stocky man about 45 years old with an air of authority about him. The man looked at the clock more than the football game on TV and looked at the door every time it opened. His intuition told him this guy had to be a cop. He wondered if maybe a he was waiting for an informant on a drug case. He was finally met by a tall muscular latino man about 10 years his junior. The two exchanged greetings and took a booth in a quiet corner of the tavern. He had seen the latino and remembered he was a cop with the highway patrol named Mendez or Mendoza, he didnt remember exactly. The man was indeed Mike Mendoza and he had arranged to meet Bob Griffin of the LAPD in this place. Both of the cops had suffered damage to their careers over the Dell case. Mendoza for talking to reporters about the strange evidence at the disappearance site and Griffin for the run-in with the gay rights activists over the investigation of Dell's gay lover.

Mendoza looked over his shoulder briefly and showed Griffin the lab report on the shoes, and pulled some slips of paper out of his pocket and handed them to the detective. "These are some short notes I took at the scene, before I took the video of the scene. I had stuck them in my pocket for the report later, but I never got to finish the report. This huge black guy, Greer I think his name was, took what evidence I had and told me this was now FBI business. They went to my house and turned the place upside down looking for any pictures or tapes I had. I thought all I had left of it was these notes. But one day I was out there at the scene and I thought of the shoes I wore that day. After a few days I got this nasty rash on my feet and the doctor told me to throw the shoes out, but I tossed them in a bag and put them in the tool shed. Had an old friend at UCLA check them out, and he found traces of radiation, and the soil had been superheated somehow."

Griffin in turn showed Mendoza some filched copies of the arrest report of the girl he had arrested and the printouts of the fingerprint search. He shared his notes on the case with Mendoza that he had kept privately since the case began. " I still dont know if I believe in UFO's or anything like that Mike, but damn, I searched everything I could and I still cant find any history on that girl. Never had anything like that. And another thing, I dont buy that official story about a carjacking. Thieves wouldnt leave a Porsch out in the desert unless it broke down, and according to the buzz going around CHP, the car was fine. Was it?" "Started fine" Mendoza replied. "Had half a tank of gas still in it, no signs of struggle, no blood or anything, but the paint on the hood and roof were faded, like it had been sitting in the sun for a year. I dont buy the carjack story either. I've seen lots of broken down junks abandoned out here, but never a 2 year old Porsche." "So what do you think" asked Griffin. "Well, I never ruled out that UFOs exist, and I've seen some strange things out in the desert at night that I never put in a report, and they sure as hell werent planes flying out of Edwards."

Alex leaned back and relaxed in the tub in her new condo in Manhattan Beach, which the government had gotten for her after they had quietly bought the house in Bel Air from her and taken the bank accounts as "evidence" and put it in a trust in a different bank under her new last name, after taxes of course. Her arms and legs ached from unpacking boxes and moving furniture, which was much harder now that she no longer had a man's strength. Julie did go downtown to hire a few illegals to help her with the heavier furniture, but she still had done enough that the warm water of the bath was soaking into her muscles, relieving the ache. She flicked her finger lightly over her nipple and amused herself by watching it rise, and cupped her hand under her breast and jiggled it a little to watch the ripple. After the bath had relaxed her enough, she towled off and wrapped the towel around her wet hair into a turban. She then went into her dresser to pick a bathing suit out that she was in the mood to wear. She settled on a white one-piece, split in the front almost to the navel, and french cut around the bottom, and the top tied at the back of her neck, leaving her entire back exposed. She rubbed some suntscreen on her baby soft skin and went to the patio to catch the rays of the late afternoon California sun.

Alex was feeling the warmth of the sun on her and the clinging feel of the lycra bathing suit when she thought she heard the doorbell ring. Turning down the radio she went to the front door, where she was greeted by the oldest of the Mexican workers she had hired. She felt a momentary unease that women feel when greeted by a relative stranger, and now that she was a woman she had to guard against the possibility of rape. But the old Mexican did not have the same lusting smiles his younger compadres did before. His tired eyes met hers in a serious expression. "Senorita, I know of an old man who can help you, he can tell you everything, he told me to come out here to find you and tell you." Alex was taken aback."Who? What are you talking about?" "In Arizona, on the Navajo Reservation, there is an old man there who knows them, his name is Sam Wind, but the Navajos there call him "Speaks to the lights". The spacemen talk to him when he goes out to pray, I know him a long time, he gives me a place to stay, and he told me the spacemen are ready for him to tell you now about why they took you and changed you. Sam told me to find a beautiful woman with green eyes the spacemen had made from a man." Alex stood in momentary shock that this old stranger might know about her, and if her life hadnt taken such strange turns as it was, she would have taken him for a crazy rapist, and called the police. But he was so persuasive, and his eyes so sincere, that she went back to get a 20 dollar bill and gave it to the old Mexican with a quiet thank you. "Gracias Senorita, he says he saw you in his visions, and you are as beautiful as he said you would be. Thank you for the money. My wife and I will feast tonight. Adios!" Alex wondered if this old man's story was true, but as she was wondering, she found a road atlas from the bookshelf, put on a sweatshirt over a pair on spandex leggings, packed a bag and threw it in back of the new Camaro she had just bought, and got a few hours sleep. In the early morning, she left a message for Julie back in New York and began the long drive hoping the old Navajo in Arizona really existed.

Alex drove along the long empty highway that ran along the Kaibab Plateau east of the Grand Canyon, tired by the long drive from L.A. but still driven by her hope that she would find the old Navajo named Sam Wind that she had been told about. Her intuition told her that this man really did talk to aliens, and that he would tell her the reasons for what the aliens had done to her. She spotted a small gathering of houses in the distance and when she reached it, saw the small stucco house with the old Ford pickup parked outside. She felt nervous as she pulled the car up to the house and apprehensively knocked on the door. After about a minute, the door opened and an Indian woman in her 60's answered the door. "I'm looking for a Mr. Sam Wind, does he live here?" Alex asked. The woman turned and shouted into the living room, " Sam! Somebody here to see you." A man in his 70's came up to the door wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, and his long white hair was braided Indian-style. His wrinkled face broke into a warm smile as he saw Alex in the door. " Hi, my name is Alex Delahanty and a friend of yours told me you could help me. Are you the one they call 'Speaks to the Lights' ? " "Come on in, young lady, you look tired. Sit down and the missus will fix us some coffee." Sam replied. "We dont see many pretty girls like you around here much, although Lanie here was a beauty when she was your age too, lucky to get her." After they had coffee, Sam and Alex drove a few mile to a high windblown spot overlooking the desert floor. "This is where I've come to think ever since I was a boy. That's when I met them, I was about 12 or 13, and since then they call me in my dreams when they want to talk." " The aliens?" Alex asked. " Yup, always come when they say too. I wish people could stick to their word like they do. Would have made life easier for the Red Man. Anyway, they saved my ass a few times in World War II when I was in the Signal Corps. Always told me when the Germans were gonna pay us a visit. Some of the guys in the unit wondered if I was spying for Hitler, cause I always oiled my guns and looked for a good spot to hunker down. The Captain would joke with me about when the Krauts were coming, but the unit always got ready after I had my dreams." " The man in California who said he was your friend said you saw me in a dream too. Was that true? What did you see." " They came to see me one night here, like they do sometimes, and they told me they had taken a man onto their ship, and did a test operation to make him into the woman you see in the mirror." "Test operation?" Alex asked " What did they mean by test operation?" " You are the first of others that will be changed. Many other men, who have the right age, the right mind and soul, and are healthy will be taken by them to become women, as you did." "Why, what is their plan?" " It's not their plan, they are only doing as they are told. It's about balance in the universe. Look up to the Sun, what do you see on the other side of it?" Alex looked up " It's impossible to even look at the sun, let alone see on the other side of it." " That's right" Sam said " On the other side, always on the other side but in the same orbital path, is a world just like ours with people just like us too, but they think differently than we do. They don't learn technology as fast as we do, but they learn their lessons in life that we never seem to. They are much more spiritual." "What does that have to do with me?" Alex asked The old Navajo looked in the distance and all was quiet except for the steady wind. " In the not too distant future, Man will go out into Space to explore. It won't be long before the other world is found. When that time comes, both worlds will have to be ready. We must advance our culture to meet our technology, and they need the means to learn the technology to meet ours, to keep both worlds in balance. The way to do that is to bring some of our children into their world, and some of theirs into ours, so that the balance of culture and technology will balance in the two worlds." "For some reason, in their world the men outnumber the women, so they need more women too make the numbers even. In our world, although women slightly outnumber the men, the numbers are very close now, almost even, and with the new drugs and medical procedures, plus fewer wars that kill men. More boys were always born because they died in the wars, for one thing. But the plan is to balance the numbers here by changing enough of the men into women to even the numbers, in a manner gradual enough not to cause a panic or for us to take countermeasures against it. They can now breed children from the new women by mixing the eggs from ours with the sperm from theirs, and the children will be raised on their world, and they will bring in the natural technology know-how from our side. They will have some of the children from their world introduced here, so that we can grow to meet our technology culturally and spiritually. Since they can't spare any of their women, and there arent enough here, you were made into a woman to bear the children for the balance. When you meet a man with the other world's blood, you will fall in love with him and have the children needed. Buy lots of pink baby clothes, because this world will need the women for their men, and the aliens fixed it so that you would have daughters."

Alex was barely aware of the road and the traffic as she took the drive across the interstate back to Los Angeles. She was lost in the amazing thoughts from the conversation she had with the old Navajo. As she drove along the 10 freeway from Cucamonga towards L.A. She thought of how man's technology had grown in mercurically in the 20th century, yet many of our thoughts and customs had not really changed that much since the Middle Ages. She thought of the other planet that paralleled the Earth's orbit, always at the opposite side of the sun, always out of our sight. She thought of Sam Wind, and how he could understand how a culture with advanced technology such as ours would pose a danger to one less advanced. Alex philosophied that whatever will be will be, but sometimes you got to make a few changes along the way. As she got closer to her home, She felt an inner peace, the last she would feel in months, unaware of a television show that had just aired, and a book that would be released in a few days.

Carl Barry waited just off the set, waiting for his turn to be interviewed on Larry King Live, an interview to promote his book which was climbing up the bestseller list. "Sightings" had given the book the initial boost, and the tour of the daytime talk circuit had brought him into the top 20 on the NY Times bestseller list. "Unsolved Mysteries" producers had contacted him for a segment on their show. His agent was in negotiations with Hollywood over the movie rights. Oliver Stone had become interested after the agent played a tape from an anonymous caller warning that the FBI was working on a cover-up and a campaign to discredit him. Barry didn't care though, because if the government took the time to discredit his story, the public would wonder what it was they were hiding.
As the show finished, Barry left the CNN studio to celebrate his recent success, and ideas flashed through his mind on what his next project would be. He was in a cocky frame of mind and felt that this story would settle the question of "Are We Alone?". He was going to ride the wave of this story to the top, and if some toes were stepped on he really didn't give a shit.

A couple in their fifties watched the show from their home in Long Island with a mixture of pain and hope. George Dell went off the wall, and attempted to call the studios to castigate the writer for pissing on his son's grave. How dare that son-of-a-bitch try to make a buck off Alex's misfortune with some bullshit story about how some little green men from outer space had turned his boy into a woman! George had been frustrated that the police hadn't found Alex's body and that his murderer would get away with it. He just wished that his body would be found so that the Dell family could finally put it behind them.

Maria Dell's reaction was quite different. She had been in consultation with a psychic in a little shop on Sunrise Highway, who had told her that she couldn't contact Alex's spirit because he was still alive. The psychic had told her that forces had changed him in a way that she wouldn't recognize, but that eventually events would take place in which she would be able to find Alex. The day after the show, Maria went to a bookstore and saw the book on display in the bestseller section, with the unmistakable image of her son on one side of the cover, and a beautiful woman on the other side who looked like she could have been the daughter that Maria had always wanted. She bought a copy, and read it when George wasn't around. About halfway through the book, Maria had become convinced enough to hire a detective agency to locate the woman on the cover of the book.

Charlie Greer was working late in his office in the FBI complex in Virginia, going through reports on terrorist groups that his department was monitoring. He was glad to be going back to this kind of work, something real he could understand and try to stop. Greer was a little annoyed that he had been pulled off this project to work on the Dell case. While it had made for some fascinating stories he could tell his closest associates, it wasn't going to be the feather in his cap that would take him to the top and become the first African-American Director of the FBI. That would make Ol' J. Edgar roll in his grave, Greer chuckled to himself.
Greer was just finishing up his work for that night, but as he answered the phone his face turned sour as the caller told him to turn on the TV in his office to CNN. Anytime he got a call like that, he knew he would be in for a long night.

Bob Griffin watched the show and rushed to the nearest mall to buy the book that Carl Barry had hawked on the show. Griffin had talked to Barry a few times over the phone and met with him once regarding the case, but he had still believed at the time of the conversations with Barry that this was still a missing person's case. Griffin flipped through the pages of the book frantically, and when he found the passages naming him personally, he got a pit in his stomach. He knew that this would go all the way up to the LAPD chief, and as he tried to think of a defense in his mind, he knew that the Department had become extremely publicity shy in the wake of the Rodney King and OJ Simpson cases. Griffin spent a sleepless night knowing that he would be lucky if the Chief let him off with early retirement.

Mike Mendoza had expected the summons from his barracks captain after seeing the show. He knew what it was going to be about and knew that he would not be going on patrol tonight. He had been warned previously that any discussion of the Dell case would result in a suspension and a hearing for possible dismissal. As Mendoza turned in his badge and gun, he went home with an obsession to get to the bottom of this case, if for no other reason to clear his name. He had gotten to the point where he had little to lose.

One person who found his name mentioned in the book repeatedly felt not dread but exhilharation. David Krager had been one of the last people to have seen Alex Dell alive. Carl Barry had interviewed him extensively about Alex's private life, and as Alex's lover he knew that he would be enough of a player in the story to get exposure on the news and on talk shows. He knew that in this day and age of media saturation, he could parlay his 15 minutes of fame into offers for acting jobs. He jumped for joy when he found messages on his answering maching from talk show producers. His surfer boy looks and gay lifestyle added to the hype of the story and he was going to mine it for all it was worth.

Anthony Palumbo was fending off the calls from friends and associates in Hollywood about the Larry King interview with Carl Barry and the book. Alex had been his friend since college and he felt torn about the publicity it was generating. Alex's mother usually called him once a week to find out if he knew anything further about the case. After fielding a few calls from reporters, he got a call from a private detective who wanted to fly out the next day to find out if he could help Alex's mother to locate the woman that Alex had supposedly become.

Julie Levin had been enjoying dinner in Manhattan when she glanced at her beeper and saw the number from Virginia on the display. She went to her car to return the call from Charlie Greer that nearly melted the phone. Julie assured Greer that she had never discussed the case with anyone and that as far as she knew, nobody knew of her involvement. Charlie was annoyed that a hairdresser in Las Vegas had remembered Alex and Julie from their weekend together there and called the press about it. Greer reminded Julie that she had better stick with the cover story if she didn't want any future trouble with the IRS. Julie called her secretary to cancel all her appointments until further notice and made arrangements to fly to L.A. to help Alex through the weeks to come.

The subject of the Larry King interview and the bestselling book was in her condo trying to relax after a hectic day at her job as a bartender in a nightclub. She hoped that her joking manner with the patrons and her co-workers would convince them that it was just a coincidence that the woman on the cover of the book had the same name as her and looked exactly like her. Alex was hoping that this would pass and that she would be able to live some kind of normal life as a woman. She had taken an interest in a guitar player and lead singer in the band that played at the club named Eric. She had just detected a mutual interest from him and was trying to figure out a way to lure him into her bed. He had an easygoing manner in him that separated him from other men she encountered, and she noticed when he wore tight outfits on stage that he was well endowed. Alex spent her nights in bed fantasizing about a sensual relationship with a man as a woman for the first time. In the few porn videos she had made, she had only done some lesbian scenes and given a few blowjobs to the men in the tapes, she didn't want to lose her virginity as a woman that way, and talked the producers of the tapes into just letting her take a few facials instead. Alex had felt love at first sight with Eric and she hoped that he would be the one that would father the children that the old Indian prophet had predicted. Tears came to her eyes as she worried that if this book became a big deal that Eric would not want to fall in love with a woman who had not been born a woman, even if she was now fully genetically female in every conceivable way.

Carl Barry had just finished another interview on his book promotion tour, this time on the Howard Stern radio show in New York. He knew going in that the interview wasn't going to be serious, and he wasn't disappointed. Howard asked the usual questions about if Alex's breasts were real and if Alex was a homosexual as a man if she was a lesbian now. Howard pumped him with questions about where he could find her, and Barry knew Howard badly wanted to have her, wherever she was, on his show. Carl was now heading up 6th Avenue on his way to Times Square to do a promotion bit on "Geraldo", and his editor from the magazine had called him at his hotel to show his displeasure that as a respected news weekly they didn't want one of their reporters sullying their reputation with tabloid shows. Carl was beyond caring about that by now, and the Stern and Geraldo appearances would be more national exposure and add to the big money now pouring into his bank account. He had played loose with a few facts in his book to make it more sensational, and now he was beginning to make some claims on the talk show circuit that were outright lies. Barry had stopped caring about the truth too, because he knew that "responsible" journalists didn't usually become rich ones.

As Maria Dell boarded the plane at Kennedy Airport that would take her out to Los Angeles, she clutched a rosary in her purse and said a silent novena. It wasn't flying that was making her apprehensive, but the confusion she felt. She wanted desparately for Alex to be alive somewhere, but if her son was now a woman, how would the rest of the family react? Would they believe it was Alex if it was true? Nothing in any experience would prepare her for that. Her husband and two other sons didn't take it too well when the revelations came out in public that Alex had been gay. Would they think that Alex had faked his death so that his family wouldn't know he had a sex change operation and that this was all a clever cover? Maria's psychic had told her to go out to California and she would know the truth. Even though the church considered psychics to be unholy, she had the strange faith in both psychics and the Catholic Church that many Italian women had. She remembered that when she was pregnant with Alex, she had prayed that this one would be a girl. Funny how after 27 years here prayer might be answered. Maria thought that St Jude sure did have a strange sense of humor.

In the FBI offices in Virginia, Charlie Greer was not having a good day. In between denying any knowledge of the Dell case to the press, the Director of the FBI had called him on the carpet. Too many people had seen him out at the scene of the UFO landing and at the Highway Patrol and LAPD offices and leaks had gone out to the press that he was investigating the incident for the FBI. Now he had to get the US Attorney's office in L.A. to cooperate with him on a cover story. He had talked a mob informant into testifying that he had murdered Dell because the Mafia thought he had informed the Feds about instances in the movie he and Anthony Palumbo had written had actually happened. The US Attorney's office wasnt too happy to give a sweet immunity deal to a hitman for a murder that he didnt commit and never happened. The attorney and Charlie Greer staked their reputations and careers on the hope that they would get away with suborning perjury because no Congressman wanted to look silly by investigating a coverup of a UFO sex change operation.

Two police officers 100 miles apart were feeling the reprisals for their involvement with the case. In L.A. , Bob Griffin was advised by his superiors that if he still wanted a pension after 25 years on the force that he should announce his retirement effective immediately. In Barstow, Mike Mendoza got off relatively easier than he thought he would. The disciplinary hearing board had notified him that he was to be put on medical disability leave indefinately due to "Stress". Better than getting fired outright, Mendoza thought, but he knew he would probably never wear the uniform of a police officer again. The Medical leave decision was just to give him something left to lose in order to keep him quiet.

Sometimes in life bad days can have good results. An example would be to have your car break down and have it towed to a garage but while you're there waiting for repairs you meet the love of your life. Another would be to find out you really do have friends when calamity strikes. Things like that.

Alex was having one of those bad days. Some patrons at the club she tended bar at recognized her picture from the book and the talk shows that Carl Barry had appeared on. It wasn't long before the press had gotten her address and phone number and despite her repeated denials of having anything to do with the story or that it ever happened, were beseiging her with calls and hanging out in front of here home to get an interview. Some even came into the club and were bothering her with mikes and cameras at the bar. At this point the patrons couldnt get anything to drink and the bouncers ordered them out of the bar. When closing time came, many reporters were still waiting outside near Alex's car.

Alex was wondering how she was going to get by the wolves in the press when she heard the gentle voice offer her a ride home. Eric, the man she had fallen for at first sight, told her she could ride in the band's truck and that the loading of the equipment would give her the cover she needed. It also gave her the opportunity she had wanted to lure Eric to her bed.

The wine had relaxed Alex enough for her to play her seduction game with Eric, who was more than willing to take the cue. As she looked in his eyes and moved closer to him on the couch, he reached behind her neck and pulled her to him and kissed her. Alex felt a surge of energy down her spine as she experienced her first kiss with a man as a woman. Her breasts swelled and she felt a warm wetness in her pussy even before he had touched her there. She moaned softly as she asked him to please spend the night with her.

Alex lit some candles and put in some romantic music in the stereo as she prepared the bed for them. She watched Eric undress and the anticipation built as she stripped down to her panties and bra. She went over to Eric and the kissed as they passionately embraced, with Eric kissing her neck and shoulders as he pulled her straps from her shoulders and unhooked her bra. His hands slowly massaged her breasts and he teased the nipples until they stood like buttons. They slowly turned and fell onto the bed as Eric moved his mouth to Alex's nipples and ran his hand along her firm stomach. She ran her hands through his hair as she felt her nipples tingle under his warm wet mouth sucking on them. Eric pulled Alex's panties down and ran his fingers through her pubic hair before finding her clitoris and teasing it with his finger. Alex gasped and began bucking her hips up and down as she felt her inner walls quivering, and then a release of juices as she reached orgasm. When she came down after a minute she turned to get over him and kissed her way down his stomach as she fondled and tickled Eric's balls just where she knew a man wanted it most. She ran her toungue under the head of his cock where it met the shaft and watched the head grow a deeper red and get huge in size. She took a breath and slid the huge head of his dick between her lips and slowly filled her mouth with it. She started slowly up and down and picked up speed as she heard Eric starting to pant. As his hips started to buck she felt the first warm spurt of cum filling her mouth. She continued to pump him as her mouth overflowed with cum and what she couldn't swallow spilled out of her lips and down her chin in a long rivulet to her neck.

Alex reached over for a towel to wipe herself clean and after some more foreplay Eric began kissing her inner thighs until she felt his toungue running up and down her pussy lips. He moved faster as Alex began swaying her hips she began to breathlessly beg Eric to fuck her. She slid her hips under him and guided his dick to her pussy and felt the first sensation losing her cherry. She felt him fill her inside as his dick squeezed into her, and built up to another orgasm which made his dick move faster and easier inside her. After another minute of ever faster thrusting, she felt Eric's cum jetting inside of her and was awed at the sensations she had never experienced before.

Alex and Eric slowly came down from their sexual high and talked gently and made some small silly jokes with each other as they fell asleep in the bed. Alex fell asleep knowing for the first time in her life, as a man or woman, she had felt a surge of love she hoped would last forever.

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