Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2012 17:18:10 +0200
From: Rachael Babyface King <rachaelbf@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Lizzie's Paranormal Discovery - Chapter 1 of many!

Welcome to my first story on Nifty.  I had posted a lot of this on another
site but due to a row with the site administrators, it has now been
removed.  I want a true audience of teen sex to read and enjoy it!  I
actively encourage comments to my email address (rachaelbf@hotmail.co.uk).
Flames WILL be ignored!

The first chapter is more of a set up chapter, but I promise the second has
a LOT more of the good stuff.  I refuse to rush a story!  I have about six
chapters ready to release and will write more if it is well received.
Enjoy!

Rachael x x

Usual comments re legal stuff and preferences.  This story contains sex
between Adults and young teens.  If that is not your thing, leave now.  The
rest of you, I truly hope you like it...


Lizzie's Paranormal Discovery

Chapter 1

OK I know I am taking a chance writing this down but for quite a few years
I have kept this a closely guarded secret except for one close friend.
That ended badly as you will see so I need to keep a record of this just in
case.  If you have stolen my diary you will probably think I am mad and I
wouldn't judge you for that.

My life has been messed up by this affliction.  It has been scary to say
the least but I would be lying if I said it hadn't been fun as well.

Please read on.  Don`t judge me because I know you would have also abused
this curse that I have lived with for the past five years.  And if you are
a guy, I know you would have abused it a lot more than I did.

I use the word curse wisely.  At first I thought it was a magical ability,
but you can decide that for yourself.

I guess I should stop this waffling and get on with the story.  My name is
Elizabeth Campbell, Lizzie to my friends and family.  I am now 18 years old
but the story began about four and a half years ago as I entered the joyous
times, albeit very late, known as puberty!  Everything was changing.  My
body, my mood swings, my parents' divorce and even my friends.  Everything
was going mad in my life and it seemed like no matter what I did, things
just got worse.  School was probably the hardest to deal with.  I am only
short at 5 foot 1, and I was probably the last girl to develop a bust so I
had all sorts of nasty nick names to contend with.  Being short, I also had
a fiery temper to protect myself so I also received nicknames for being
`gobby'.

I tried everything to be more popular and one day I discovered something
that got me instant recognition and made me more popular.  Our history
teacher was telling a lad off in the class and I started to mimic her,
making everyone laugh.  The odd thing was that my mimic was absolutely
perfect and I surprised myself at how good it was.

Later that same day, we were in a maths lesson and I did exactly the same
thing copying the maths teacher.  This shocked my classmates even more
because the maths teacher was a guy with a big booming voice and to hear
that from a very petite girl made them applaud me when I finished the
routine.

My range of people soon grew and I discovered that there wasn`t a single
person in my school that I couldn`t copy.  I just thought it was a cool
talent i had discovered, but it was so much more than that.  Six months
after that, just after my 14th birthday, it started to get a whole lot
weirder.

I spent most of my childhood with Pip.  Her real name was Michelle but she
was shorter than me and was known by everyone, including her family, as
`Pipsqueak' so we all called her Pip for short.  Whereas I am a blonde with
straight hair, Pip had lovely shiny black hair with a lovely soft curl to
it.  She was really pretty and I think every lad in the school fancied her.
Her figure was much nicer than mine and while my late start had finally
managed to fill an A cup, she was closer to a B.  I really envied her
figure (and told her regularly) but we were truly the best of friends.  One
day, while we were at my house, I suddenly got annoyed with her, `What's
wrong with my hair?' I shouted

Pip looked shocked and stuttered, `N.n.n.n.nothing!'

I stopped and realised Pip hadn't actually said anything for me to shout
that at her.  We stared at each other for a few seconds.  Pip was the first
to speak, `Lizzie, what made you say that right then? And please be totally
honest with me coz you are scaring me a little right now'

I felt really confused, `I don't really know why I said it but I just
thought you said something about it looking scruffy. I dunno, I'm a bit
confused'

Pip looked at me and her eyes filled up with tears and as I moved towards
her, she pulled back from me.

`Pip?  What's wrong?'

The tears started to roll down her cheeks as she said, `Lizzie, I know it
sounds dumb, but you read my mind!  I just noticed that you hadn't combed
your hair which is odd for you.  Can you read minds now?'

I took Pip's hand to comfort her and as soon as I did, I felt a tingle
through my arm and suddenly I could feel fear and upset.  Immediately I
realised it wasn't my fear I could feel, it was Pip's.  I didn't want to
sound like a freak to my best friend and I don't remember exactly what I
said to comfort her but I know I made some jokey remarks as I held her hand
until I felt, no, felt is the wrong word, until I `sensed' that she had
calmed down.

I tried not to show it, but I was terrified.  What was happening to me?
How could I read a mind?  How could I `feel' someone else's emotions?  I
needed some time alone.  I went through the rest of the afternoon in a
daze.  When Pip went home, I went to my room to think about this very
bizarre day.  Thinking about it was probably the worst thing I could do!

I lay on the bed and started to think through the weird event from earlier.
As my mind wandered, I started to feel Pip's fears again and I was aware of
the tingles again.  This time, instead of them being in my arm, I felt them
all over my body.  I felt my skin pulling on my face, arms and chest like a
cool hand was massaging my skin.  It wasn't hurting at all, it just felt
like a cold chill running through my body.

At the same time, I could feel Pip's thoughts becoming clearer in my mind.
I started to think about her pet dog, about her mum shouting at her that
morning (although I don't remember her telling me about any argument) and
about her fancying my brother.  What???? She has never told me about
fancying my brother!

I jumped off the bed and stood face to face with Pip!

Well, as I jumped off the bed, I THOUGHT I was face to face with Pip.  I
wasn't.  I was stood in front of my wardrobe mirror.  I was alone in the
room, yet I was still looking into Pip's eyes.  I walked over to the mirror
slowly, unblinking.  As I got closer, I watched my reflection as I touched
my face which was now Pip's face.  I asked out loud, `What the......'  but
my words trailed off.  I was speaking in Pip's voice.  Had I become Pip?
Was I losing my marbles?  I tried to think rationally.  I still had Pip's
thoughts running in my head but I still had my own as well.  This was so
confusing but for some reason, despite how incredibly scared I was feeling,
I wasn't feeling upset.  I just stared at my new reflection trying to work
out how this was possible.  Looking back, it was a little funny how the two
minds together work on something like this.  My hands touched my chest and
squeezed the new larger breasts.  I felt Pip's pride in her tits and I felt
a little guilty for touching them.  I then pulled the band forward on my
jog pants and looked down to Pip's pussy.  Whereas I shave regularly, I saw
her neatly trimmed patch of jet black pubes.  My own thoughts felt
embarrassed for looking down there but I felt Pip's thoughts wanting to rub
herself as she was alone.  It was so confusing but I allowed Pip's thoughts
to take control for a second and I watched, almost like a bystander as my
new right hand plunged into my pants and touched the sensitive clit.  I
remember thinking how much rougher Pip was on her clit than I am.  I closed
my eyes for a few seconds as the right hand began to rub furiously and the
left hand automatically grabbed at her firm tit and squeezed hard.  I
almost let it take over me and then snapped to attention as I realised that
this was way too fucked up to be really happening.  I stopped all movement
and opened my eyes to see a sight I had never seen before.  Pip, in my
room, breast in hand, dressed in my clothes and a hand down her pants.

I removed the hand from the wet pussy and without thinking licked the
fingers.  I shuddered.  It tasted nice to me, but I had never done that
before.  I realised later that this was a Pip thing every time she
masturbated and the feeling that it tasted nice was her thoughts not mine!

I sat on my clothes hamper and buried my head in my hands trying to work
out what the hell had happened.  As I did, I pictured myself that morning
getting dressed and putting my make up on in the mirror and as soon as I
pictured that scene, the cold feeling and the skin pulling came back.  I
shook a little as it took over me, almost like a mini orgasm but with a
chilled feeling.

As the feeling subsided, I slowly opened my eyes and there was ME looking
back from the mirror.  I ran my hands quickly over my body to `check' it
was me.  I even shoved my hand down my panties to find my shaved pussy was
back and I collapsed back on the bed and started laughing, in my own laugh,
with relief.  It was a very nervous laugh because my mind was now in total
turmoil and confusion over what had just happened.  Who the hell could I
ask?

After a long time trying to work out if I was going completely mad and
imagined all of this, I cringed a little and realised there was only one
way to be sure in my mind.  I slowly moved my right hand to my nose and
sniffed gently.  My senses were filled with the sweet and musty smell of
pussy.  I tentatively licked my finger and got the same, quite strong taste
as i had when I had become Pip.  I quickly moved my left hand into my pants
and rubbed on my own pussy.  I have never had any problem getting myself
wet from a quick rub and in a few seconds I removed a wet finger and did
the same `taste test'.  I was half praying that it would be the same and
this had all been some weird but explainable freaky day.  It wasn't.  As my
tongue touched my finger, tasting my own pussy juice for the first time, it
was much sweeter than Pip's flavour and I knew something was badly wrong.
My body started to tremble and my tears came to an instant full flow.  I
cried solidly for half an hour and as I finally composed myself, I knew I
had to talk to someone quickly.  If I told Mum, she would probably faint.
If i told a Doctor, they would probably lock me in the lunatic bin. I
decided that there was only one person I could tell.  I called Pip.  This
was going to be the hardest call of my life.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Pip answered, `Hey bitch, talk to me!'

This was her usual answering greeting to me and it gave me a little smile
and put me more at ease, `Hey babe, we need to talk!'

If ever I said something like that, Pip knew it could be important, `Talk
to me!' she said

At that point, I realised, I had no idea how to say this to my best friend.
How do you tell someone you love that you had just transformed yourself
into them, that you know their innermost secrets and you have just squeezed
their tit and rubbed their pussy while they weren't even in the room?  I
felt the emotion rising again and decided on a short statement to just get
her by my side, `Pip, something really bad is happening to me and I need
you here.  I love you to bits, you are my best friend, please help me!'
The sobbing started.

Pip's response was short, `I'm on my way babe, but I guess you knew that!'

The phone clicked off and I sat on my bed, holding my knees, rocking and
sobbing.

I had composed myself a little by the time Pip arrived.

As Pip came in the door, she just hugged me close and kissed my cheek.  I
controlled myself as best as I could and we just stood in the hallway and
held each other.  Pip was one of the strongest and level headed people I
have ever known but I knew this story would mess with even her head.  Pip
suggested we make a hot drink and then said I should take a shower before
we sit down and talk.  I agreed and we made our way to the kitchen.  As we
stood waiting for the kettle to boil, my brother Mike came in the back
door.  I now knew that Pip fancied him so I looked at her eyes as he
greeted her.  I half smiled to myself as she softened a little as she spoke
to him.  How had I never noticed before?  I couldn't hear any thoughts from
her so I obviously couldn't read minds.  But then I realised.  Everytime I
got something strong from her, we were touching, so I gently moved across
her until our arms contacted and then BANG!

I felt the instant tingling and I was inside her head.  I was looking at
Mike with her eyes, her thoughts.  She was thinking about how big his cock
was and ..... no .... she was wet!  I could feel the uncomfortable dampness
in her pants.  I could feel her heart racing.  She wanted him to be her
first.  I nearly gasped out loud when I realised that she didn't care if I
wanted to watch!!  Her excitement was huge and I had to let go before I
started to pant like her.

As Mike looked at me, he saw my red and puffy eyes and I could see the
concern in his face, `Hey Lizzie, have you been crying? What's up?' he
asked as he walked over to hug me.

As his arms went round me, there was no tingle as it had been with Pip, but
then his hand moved up to stroke my head and, the cool tingling rush hit me
and all of these new thoughts from Mike's mind rushed into my own.  To say
I was shocked was an understatement.  In that split second I discovered so
much about my perverted brother.

He was sporting a semi from seeing Pip because he fancies her something
bad.  He was wondering whether me and Pip we lesbians because we are
together so much.  He could feel my small tits squashing into his belly as
we hugged and loved it.  He had often fantasised about fucking me and Pip
but wouldn't because we were too young and finally, he had come home to
have a wank before he went out to work and now he was going to think of me
and Pip while he did it!

All of those thoughts came in a flash and if anyone had seen my eyes as the
thoughts hit me would have thought they were going to pop out of my head!

I mumbled something to Mike about having a row at school and it was all
sorted now.  This seemed to placate him and he grabbed a coke from the
fridge and disappeared to his room.

I made our coffees and dragged the love struck Pip to my room.  I put some
music on, grabbed my big baggy dressing gown and went for my shower.  I
washed quickly, trying to keep all thoughts out of my head.  I didn't want
to go into my room looking like Pip because I didn't want to give her a
heart attack!  I dried myself off, put my dirty clothes in the laundry
basket and put on my fluffy dressing gown on.  I hadn't brought any
underwear with me as it didn't seem necessary as I was with Pip.  Mike had
shouted his goodbyes as I was finishing in the shower so I knew we had at
least two hours to talk before Mum came home.

As I came into the bedroom I felt a whole lot better than before my shower
and I knew how I was going to deal with this.  I told Pip to sit on the bed
and I took her hands.  Immediately I felt her love for me and her concerns
and just a touch of nervousness at what was happening.

I told her that I was going to explain exactly what was happening and I
needed her to be open and honest about what she thought.  She nodded,
smiled and kissed me and said, `You know I will be babes'

`OK, when you asked me before if I can read minds, I said I couldn't.  Now
that wasn't a lie, but it wasn't really the truth either!'

Pip looked at me puzzled.  I continued, `When I am holding your hand like
this, I can feel your thoughts and everything you are feeling'

Pip pulled her hand from mine, still looking a little confused and said,
`But that's ridiculous surely?  Are you sure it's not just that we are so
close and we instinctively know each other so well?'

I smiled at her because I loved the way she thought so logically, `OK so
how do I know that you got really wet when Mike came home?'

Pip looked shocked, `Well I guess you know I fancy him?'

`OK', I replied, `I didn't want to be so personal but how come I know that
a left handed person like you uses her right hand when she plays with
herself AND when you do, you squeeze your tits really really hard!'

Pip stared at me for a few seconds before replying, `Now that is weird shit
Lizzie! How .... How do you know that?'

I moved closer to her and took her hand again.  I could feel fear.
Thankfully I didn't feel that she thought I was completely mad just yet.  I
spoke softly, `It gets worse Pip, a lot worse.  I turned into you!'

The confusion coming from Pip was overwhelming, `You turned into me?  You
mean you pretended to be me?'

`No Pip, I turned physically into you'

Pip laughed now and I sensed that she thought this was a typical Lizzie
wind-up, `Now I know you are full of shit Lizzie, that is you watching too
much TV'

I decided to bite the bullet, `You want me to show you'

Pip was now laughing and in a goofy voice said, `Yeah I wanna see you
impersonate me, it should be good for a laugh because I know you can do the
voice already!'

I told her to turn her back and promise not to turn around until I told her
to.  I just thought that I didn't know if it was a gross sight when I
changed.  Pip agreed and sat on the far end of the bed as I lay back on the
pillow.

I closed my eyes and thought back to Pip's lust over Mike.  Instantly I
felt the cold stretching and pulling sensations run through my whole body
and felt all of Lizzie's thoughts and concerns flood through my mind.  As
the chill settled I opened my eyes and looked down at the raised chest in
front of me.  I pulled my hair forward and saw black wavy hair in my hand.
I was now Pip again.

I sat up on the bed and tapped Pip on the shoulder.  She spun round smiling
and then froze.  I spoke, in Pip's voice, `Told you so!'

Pip said nothing and reached forward to touch me.  She touched my hair and
gingerly stroked my face.  I stood up and she stood in front of me.  I
don't know why, but she pulled on the belt of my robe and opened the front.
Her eyes wandered down her exact double.  She poked at my breast and then
turned away from me and sat on the chair by my desk.  With her back to me,
I closed my eyes and thought of when I was shaving my legs in the shower.
The tingles came and in seconds I was myself again.  I went and held Pip.
She spun as I touched her but seemed relieved that it was me again.

Nothing at all was said for about 10 minutes, we just held each other.  I
was feeling Pip's emotions as we held each other.  The fear was huge to
start with and then I started to feel acceptance and just before we
separated, I felt her inquisitive nature and mischief come to the front.
She spoke with much more of her usual self confidence, `OK Lizzie, you have
messed my head right up so now it's my turn to ask you some things.  Is it
just me you can turn into?'

I welcomed her taking control.  She was the smartest person I knew and
trusted so I smiled a little when answering, `Well it only happened today
so I don't know'

The interrogation continued, `So how did it happen? What exactly did you
do?'

I thought long and hard and explained that it was after I read her thoughts
after touching her.  It had been so clear and so easy to focus on and then
the tingling all over and I had become Pip.

Pip continued, `Well have you ever had any clear mind reading on anyone
else?'

I didn't see where she was going with this but I answered, `Well not
really, you were the first, except for when Mike came in and hugged me
.......'  I trailed off because Pip was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

`Surely, you don't think I should try turning into Mike?' , I asked
shocked, `He is a boy and I don't know how this thing works?  He is also a
foot taller than me, I might pop or something!'

Pip stroked my arm and immediately I saw her thinking.  I was naked under
my robe so she might get to see my 18 year old brother nude.

`Pip you are a bigger pervert than my brother!'

`Come on Lizzie, this is such a weird thing you can do, don't you want to
test it?  I mean you cant show it to anyone or you will spend the rest of
your life in a test tube!'

I knew she was right, but I was getting scared again.  Wasn't Lizzie doing
what people in a lab would do?  But to be honest, the idea of seeing if I
could turn into my brother was very appealing.  After a five minute moral
debate and telling Lizzie that she couldn't see his cock, I agreed.

Lizzie sat on the edge of the bed again and I lay back.  I began to feel
Mike's thoughts from earlier.  I felt the sensation of my small boobs
pushing on his belly.  I felt the stirring in his groin.  The cool chill
came over me, the stretching and pulling began.  This time it hurt.  It
hurt a lot and I began to moan as I felt my legs stretching down the bed.
I head Pip asking if she could turn round and help and I heard Mikes voice
shout No.  The pain in my groin was awful and I felt the muscles in my arms
and legs spasm as I became the well built shape of my brother.  The
transformation into my brother took twice as long as of the one into Pip
but as the chill subsided I knew it had worked.  I sat up on the bed and
chuckled out loud.

Pip spun round and the grin on her face was huge.  She said wow about a
dozen times as she pulled me to my feet.  She squeezed my arms, stroked my
face and went to open my robe but I stopped her.  She began again with the
questions, `So tell me what you are thinking right now'

In Mike's soft and deep tone I said, `Well it's weird cos I have two sets
of thoughts.  I have all of my own and all of Mike's.  It's like watching
TV and I can step back a little and it just becomes Mike or I can take
control more.  It's hard to explain'

`Do you mind if I do a little experiment?', Pip asked.

`Such as?'

`This!'  Pip said as she pulled her T-shirt over her head and her bare
breasts were out on display.  She then walked towards me, pinching her
nipples and immediately I felt the blood rushing to Mike's cock.  I knew it
was a hard on growing and I tried to take control but failed.  Mike's
hormones were winning this battle and I could feel the lust as this
gorgeous girl, this object of his desire for so long was half naked in
front of him.  I felt my hands coming up to touch her and only just managed
to keep them down.  I tried to look away but the desire to see those
beautiful B cup tits was too much.

The front of my gown was tenting and I moved his hands to cover up but
instead, I grabbed my new, very big cock and rubbed it through the
towelling material.

Pip took control and opened the robe and stared at the fat seven inch cock
in front of her and said, `Lizzie, this could be fun!'