Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2012 12:23:53 +0200
From: Rachael Babyface King <rachaelbf@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Lizzie's Paranormal Discovery - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

The following morning, I asked Pip how she had managed to keep thoughts
from me.  She said that now she was aware of what I could do, she tried
concentrating on one particular thought to mask others whenever I touched
her.  I would keep that in mind for the future.  I would try to look deeper
next time.

Over the coming days, we spoke a lot about my ability and how I should
explore its limits and its possibilities.  Admittedly, there was a lot of
laughter because every discussion usually ended up in the discussion of the
sexual possibilities of it.  Before you laugh or criticise, you know damned
well that you would be exactly the same.

Our first decision was to see if there was a limit to the number of people
I could hold in my head, so we decided the best option was to test all of
our friends, both where we lived and at school.  It was an ideal
opportunity to check out who lied about what, and generally a way to have
an edge on everyone we knew.

Each day I would make physical contact with a few people and in the
evening, Pip would come round to `check them out' with me.  If it was a
guy, we would always get him hard and check him for length (Pip kept it all
in a little notebook).  Only on one occasion did Pip decide to give one of
them a blow job.  We were both really shocked when I stripped off as Billy
Davis because he is a tiny weedy thing, standing only 5 foot 6 but as he
got hard, we found an eight inch monster hiding in his pants.  I have to
confess, later that night, I changed into him again and blasted our shower
walls with what felt to be a gallon of his creamy cum.  I even changed back
to myself quickly to scoop some up to try it!  For The record, I decided
right then that could become a habit, I loved the salty tang of it.

Whenever I changed into a female friend, our first silly check was to see
if they shaved and it is surprising how many do.  I always thought I was
one of the rare ones.  I also explored their minds to see if their stories
of sexual experiences were true.  90% were lies!  Also, with the girls, I
started to realise that maybe my bisexual side was more than just a bit of
a crush on Pip.  When I was inside these girls, I allowed myself to come a
lot more forward when it came to touching their breasts and pussies and I
found my own pussy to be quite damp after most transformations.  Again,
shower time was my own private time to see how all of these girls touched
themselves differently and the amazing number who automatically looked for
bathroom objects to fuck themselves with.  I always allowed them their
usual tricks and experienced some mind-blowing orgasms of my friends, and
discovered some amazing masturbating techniques for myself.  I didn't tell
Pip about all of my private times with my `victims', there had to be some
fringe benefits for being this freak!

After two weeks of `loading' my mind with new bodies, we worked out that I
had fifty people I could change into in a split second.  There was no pain
at all now unless I changed into someone quite large for the first time and
the only real pain was if I changed into anyone bigger than me.  My body
might transform easily enough, but when a 5 foot 1 girl turns into a sexy 6
foot guy, my panties and bra don't stretch that far!  However this is now
the subject of a hilarious photo on Pip's phone of the rugby captain of my
school, stood in my bedroom, with a hard on, wearing my Hello Kitty
underwear!  That photo would destroy the guy if it ever got out!

I mentioned in chapter one that my parents had divorced.  This was not a
bad thing in many ways.  My folks got on better now they were apart. There
was no bitterness over money as they both had good incomes.  My mum is an
author of children's books and my Dad owns an electronics company which
specialises in micro electronics.  The other benefit is they both have lots
of money to spend on their sweet daughter!  Now get this straight, I am NOT
a spoiled brat, but hey, a girl has needs for nice clothes!

On a Friday, close to my December birthday, my Dad called to tell me that
he was going over to the States for two weeks so he wanted to see me before
he went to give me my present early.  I said it could wait and he laughed,
telling me that it really couldn't.

I got to his house as the local news was on the TV.  Dad was ranting at the
story of an old business man in the next village who was losing everything
to the bank because of some bad business advice.  The bank was the same one
he was with and he was berating the manager as being a `Fucking lying
thief'.  I dismissed it at the time, not realising that this `Fucking lying
thief' was going to change my life forever.  (More of that later)

As the news ended, my dad gave me a bear hug and a kiss and as we touched I
felt good inside because his thoughts rushed through me and I felt his love
for me.  Unlike the evil thoughts, perversions, bitterness, bitchiness and
nastiness I had felt from people over the last weeks, my dad's love for me
was pure, total and just what love should be.  I hugged him extra hard
back.

As we broke our hug, he handed me two envelopes.  He said the first was a
little cheque to go and splash out on whatever I liked but the second one
was special.  He told me that he had been to a charity auction and had bid,
probably too much on a gift for his princess, on a special afternoon out
for me.  The guest of honour had offered a whole afternoon to spend with
the lucky winner and one friend, all expenses paid.

I tore open the envelope and instantly wept for joy.  I was going to spend
a whole afternoon with one of my celebrity heroines.  Naturally I would
take Pip with me, but we would both be spending the day, with Kylie
Minogue!

I was squealing with delight at the thought and I kissed my dad like a
maniac.  It wasn't until later that evening that I thought about the
possibility of actually touching Kylie and being able to actually become
her!

As I left my dad's, still grinning like a maniac, he passed me a set of
spare keys and asked me to keep an eye on his house while he was away.  I
kissed him and thanked him again as I literally skipped down the road.  I
have to admit, yes I was singing, `I should be so lucky'.  (Why did I admit
that?) Never mind, I was so happy and for the first time in weeks, my mind
was not preoccupied with the abnormal alien I seemed to be becoming.  I was
a teenager, excited and happy.

While I was walking home I squealed down the phone to Pip about OUR
forthcoming trip.  She got so hyper on the phone I thought she would pass
out.  It was when she said, `I wonder if Kylie is shaved' and laughed
hysterically at her own joke that I first thought about `stealing' Kylie's
genes.  It was only when Pip arrived that we looked at the pros and cons of
doing that.

On the upside, as Pip, the bitch, very kindly pointed out, I would finally
be able to sing!  It would also be pretty cool for getting into nightclubs
and stuff for free.  Also, we could freak people out even more than I
already had the ability to!

The downside seemed a bit more of an argument.  If I was Kylie, I could get
mobbed by her fans, the press would quickly spot something wrong because
they would know when she was in or out of the country and we couldn't
really think of any good reason to have the ability to look like her.

We talked for quite a while and then Pip slapped the table and in her own
inimitable style she said she had two reasons which were good, `Firstly,
you can bed any guy you want and secondly, it would just be so fucking
cool!'

It was decided!

As we came downstairs for dinner that evening, Mum and Mike were discussing
the story from the news again.  It was becoming a huge local story and
everyone believed that the bank manager, Eric Wilson, was a crooked so and
so and the old guy, Charles James had somehow been tricked out of hundreds
of thousands of pounds.  Everyone, even the press were implying that Wilson
knew more about it than he was letting on but was hiding behind loop holes
and the banks lawyers.  Mum was saying he should be made to take a lie
detector test while Mike was more blunt and was saying that someone should
cut off his bollocks!  Mike was always more for direct action.  Myself and
Pip just sat down to eat and just chuckled at the anger between the two.

The next day, everywhere you went, you heard people talking about this
story.  The old guy had apparently given away a fortune over the years to
charities in the area and was something of a hero.  The more I heard, the
more I started to feel for this guy and when I spoke to Pip about it later
that evening, she said that she had heard all the same stories herself that
day as well.  I looked Pip in the eye and asked, `Do you think that with my
ability, we might be able to do something to help?'

Pip thought hard for a moment and smiled softly, `Well it wouldn't do any
harm to try would it?  But here's a deal, let's meet Kylie this weekend and
then let's see what we can do.  You never know, she may be able to help us!
` Kylie the champion of the people!'

I agreed and put the case of the old man to the back of my head.  This week
was Kylie week and if I were to get any more excited it was going to be a
messy week because I think I would explode!

On Friday afternoon, it all became very real when Kylie's personal
assistant, Jules, called my mobile.  She was lovely and chatty and told us
that the limo would pick us up at 8am to take us to the airport.  From
there, we would be taken by PRIVATE JET to London.  Jules told me that we
do not need to bring anything other than ourselves and above all to relax
around Kylie.  She said she is a super chilled girl and was looking forward
to a lovely afternoon with her two new friends.

On the Saturday morning, Pip and I got out of bed at 5am, showered and
dressed `casual smart' as instructed, both opting for black jeans, tshirts
and light jackets.  We both packed our sunglasses in case we hit the
paparazzi!!!!

I am going to skip most of the Kylie stuff for the purposes of this diary,
needless to say it was a FUCKING AWESOME DAY, I did steal her genes, I
discovered that she is a kinky girl and for the sake of Pip's diary, Kylie
has a very neat little Brazilian shaved pussy.  I ended up with a picture
of us having lunch with Kylie in the Sunday newspaper, Kylie's personal
email address and definitely a new friend.  Since that day, I have emailed
Kylie weekly and always got replies.  We have spoken on the phone many
times since, met up when she is in the UK and oh, yes, I forgot to mention,
she now knows of my ability!  However, that is a story for another day!

Anyway, back to the story!

 If I am honest, myself and Pip watch too much TV.  Far too many sci-fi and
crime programs to be healthy to be sure.  We used this `media trained'
knowledge of crime busting as we discussed how we could try and help the
old guy, Charles James.  For over a week of solid debates, discussions and
arguing, we must have dismissed at least 40 ridiculous ideas of helping the
unfortunate, swindled guy.  Eventually we had our plan.  It was devious,
dangerous, possibly painful but above all, it was genius.

I had a few conditions which Pip agreed with completely.  Firstly, I had to
make physical contact with both Charles James and Eric Wilson to explore
their thoughts and to make sure that our plan was not going to help the
wrong side.  Next, we agreed that the way the plan was to be executed, it
would protect our identities 101% and if there was even a hint of any risk
to us, we would stop immediately.  Finally, we would not `charge' the old
man for our services.  Upon hearing the last condition, Pip suggested we
were going to become super heroes.  I slapped her for the mere thought of
such things, but I also had an idea on the last condition and how we could
be paid a modest fee for our work.

With our plan in place, I paid a visit to Dad's house to pick up some
supplies from his store of electrical equipment from work.  Next was a
visit to the mobile phone shop to pick up two disposable SIM cards and
finally, I went to the bank where Eric Wilson worked.

In the bank, I introduced myself, using my father's name and asked to open
an account with my birthday cheque.  I knew that Wilson dealt with this
part of the bank's business and when he came through to the foyer and shook
my hand, I knew in an instant that we were doing the right thing.  The
previous couple of weeks had taught me a lot about the mind reading ability
and in those few seconds, I knew how dark and malevolent a human Wilson
was.  I also knew that I would be able to read his thoughts fully at a
later stage, merely my changing into him.  He also has a fetish for younger
girls and each time he made contact with me, I could sense him imagining me
naked and it took all of my willpower not to react, especially when his
mind told me quite clearly that he had a hard on from just talking to me.
If he wasn't such a fucking creep, he would actually be a nice guy.  He was
mid thirties, very handsome and seemed to have quite a toned body.
However, he was a jerk and I now wanted to destroy him.  With my account
opened, I left the bank much more confident and determined to defeat that
piece of slime.

The next day was a press conference for Charles James.  I watched from the
back of the hall as the local news interviewed him at length.  It was a
tough deal for him and twice he was reduced to tears.  I found it hard to
contain my emotions and after the questions were done, I made my way
quickly to the front of the hall to a very beaten looking Mr James.  I put
my hand on his arm and asked very politely but firmly, `Mr James, I am not
a reporter or anything, but I need five minutes of your time, in private'.
He smiled because quite clearly I looked different to all the journalists
in the room and I felt relief in him as if this was just an escape from the
nightmare he was living.  He pointed to a small side room and we went in
and closed the door behind us.  The gabble from the press groups suddenly
reduced to a murmer behind the door.

`How can I help you young lady?', Charles asked in his gentle tones

I replied, half smiling, `It's more about how I'm going to help you!'

Charles chuckled a little and a little sarcastically, which was
understandable, he said, `I very much doubt how a lovely young lady like
yourself could possibly help me!'  His tone at the end seemed quite
exasperated and his smile faltered a little.

I took his hand, entered his mind fully and spoke.  This time, Charles's
mouth dropped wide open the more I talked, `Mr James, I know you are
telling the truth and I know Mr Wilson is a lying conman.  I also know that
you miss your wife so terribly since she died two years ago.  I know you
feel that she would be so cross at you for making this mistake and you are
so embarrassed that your kids found out about it through the media.  I have
the ability to help you to beat Wilson in this and despite the fact that
you think you might be dreaming at the end of our conversation, I promise
you it is true.  And if you need more proof that I can read your thoughts
right now, I know that you put your slow cooker on before you left your
house and it contains beef and red wine which was also your wife's
favourite meal'

Each time I mentioned his wife, I could see her image so strongly that I
decided to try something for the first time ever.  I looked into his eyes
and said, `I have an unusual ability.  I can help you but you must never
tell a soul'.  He still looked a little bewildered at how I knew the
information I had just given but what I did next lost any chance he had of
speaking for quite a while.  I bowed my head and, still holding his hand,
picked up every thought he had ever had about his wife.  When I raised my
head, he was looking into his wife's eyes again.  I didn't speak as her
because I didn't have her voice, I knew this.  I just leaned up and kissed
him gently on the lips.  I saw the tears forming in his eyes, bowed my head
again and returned to my own form and simply said, `Trust me Mr James, I am
a friend'

He nodded at me, I told him I would be in touch and I turned and left the
room.  All doubts were gone.  My mission was clear.  That man had lost the
most important thing in his life and still felt every single ounce of pain
from that loss.  He didn't deserve a little shit like Wilson to destroy him
further.

Phase 2 of the operation was the risky bit.  I had managed to steal the
voice of Kylie's P.A. and making an appointment between Kylie and Wilson
was easy, but actually arriving as Kylie could have been a big problem.  I
knew she was in the UK still but I couldn't risk any photos getting into
the papers.  We opted for the `heavy disguise' idea and I ordered a private
chauffeur to pick me up outside an expensive Manchester hotel.  This meant
that even the driver had no idea who he was collecting.

I, well Kylie, arrived at the bank in a typical pop star style.  I was 40
minutes late (Pip's suggestion) and not a bad word was said.  Wilson met me
at the door in his usual smarmy way and his lecherous thoughts for Kylie's
sexy body came through as soon as his slimy hand touched mine.  I played my
role perfectly and was soon in his office discussing a new account with his
bank and wondered how I would get the next part moving.  I didn't have to
think about it too long.  My idea was to somehow seduce Wilson, but his
over confidence and arrogance led HIM to start flirting with Kylie.  I let
her play hard to get and polite at first but then started to soften to his
`charm'.

As I allowed Kylie's defences to drop, I began to touch his arm a little
and really show interest in him.  With this, he immediately invited Kylie
to lunch or dinner.  I leant into his ear and whispered, `Lunch would be
better but that would only really work if we ate in your hotel room, your
NICE hotel room!'

I leant back again and smiled a coy smile.  Wilson was perspiring a little.
He had just won a date with Kylie Minogue and she had already implied
something more could happen.  He excused himself from the office.  When he
returned he handed me his business card with a Hotel name, suite number and
1pm written on it (the next day).  He asked if this was OK, I stood, kissed
him softly on the lips, turned and left.  I had less than twenty four hours
to get ready.

I had the chauffeur take me close to my Dad's house which we were using as
our base for this operation.  Either of our regular homes would have posed
way too many questions.  As I went in the front door, Pip came running to
me to ask how it had all gone.  She was as happy as me when I told her and
we finished the preparations for tomorrow.

Using some of my Dad's gadgets, we had specially made my new `surveillance
bag' made from a fake Gucci overnight bag.  We carefully packed it with the
clothes I would need for later.  Kylie's outfits were easy as we were the
same size but other outfits for our plan were harder to hide in the bag.
We went over the plan a dozen or more times before we eventually went to
bed for a very restless night's sleep.

We were both desperately trying to get to sleep in my bed but were both
tossing and turning.  After an hour or so, I had my back to Pip and I felt
her snuggle up behind me and spoon me.  With an arm around me, she
whispered in my ear, `This is going to be perfect, I have faith in you hun'
and then she kissed my neck.  This kiss sent a tingle down my spine, not
just because it was a nice thing for her to do, but I felt her thoughts as
she did.  To be sure, I stroked her hand by way of a thank you, but more to
really read her.

I turned to face Pip, `Am I reading your mind right here?' I asked in a
whisper.  Not another word was said.  Pip put her arm around me and we
gently moved in and kissed.  Sure we had kissed before as friends, but this
was instantly a lovers' kiss.  Her mind had said her curiosity of being
with a girl had reached its peak and if ever there was a time when she
wanted to try, and the right person she wanted to try it with, it was now
and with me.

We kissed for a long time, our hands stroking each others' backs, but Pip's
were the first to roam further.  We both wore Tshirts and pants as
sleepwear and I felt her hand go to my bum and straight into the back of my
pants, slowly stroking and kneading my bum cheeks.  I could already feel
the dampness from my pussy and I so wanted to touch Pip's body, even though
I had explored it before when I had become her.  I really don't know how we
both suddenly turned so rampant for each other so quickly but as soon as
Pip had touched the flesh of my bottom, I knew we had to be naked, now!

I pulled at her top and immediately she broke from the kiss, quickly lifted
off her shirt and pulled off her panties.  I did the same and in seconds we
resumed our embrace.  The feel of her firm breasts against me was so
perfect and I soon moved my hand up to caress her firm nipples.  Each touch
brought a soft moan from her lips and I could feel her own excitement
building and our kisses became more and more passionate.

I let Pip lead the way with our lovemaking and submitted as she rolled me
onto my back.  Her kisses moved to my neck as her hands softly stroked my
tits.  Her kisses and her hands both moved slowly down and I had to cover
my mouth to stifle a yelp as she bit firmly on my rock hard nipples and
simultaneously plunged two fingers deep into my pussy.  I pulled on her
hair and started to shake with the excitement of her tongue, her teeth and
her fingers which were now fucking me as her thumb began to rub my clit
with each thrust.  Pip might not have done this before but she had sure
thought about this before and I could feel that she was living out
fantasies which had been building up for a long time.

She could obviously sense that I was building up for a climax so she moved
her head down to my very wet cunt and replaced her fingers with a very
eager tongue, at which point I was in serious danger of screaming down my
dad's house, however my surprises were not over as her wet fingers began to
push at my little rosebud as she continued to lick at me like someone
starved of liquid for the last five years!  I spread my legs a little to
tell her it was Ok and I relaxed as much as possible and felt one finger
slide deep into my bum.  It felt so awesome and that was all I needed to
take me over the edge.  I was shaking from head to toe and then my whole
body went rigid as my orgasm took over every part of my entire being.  Now
I know people say this a lot when they write about sex, but this WAS the
best orgasm I had ever had!  And for someone who finger fucked themselves
in the shower every day at this point, it was quite an achievement!

I tried to push Pip away to let my orgasm subside but she was enjoying
herself right now and didn't want to stop.  Her free hand reached for my
super sensitive nipples and squeezed them hard.  My nerve endings were in
overload and with her fingering of my bum hole and her tongue flicking even
faster on my electrified clit, my body exploded into a second and third
climax before she would allow me any submission.

When she finally surfaced from my soaked pussy lips, my whole body was
shaking like a leaf and our kiss, flavoured with my sweet juices was a
blessed relief from the mind blowing feelings I had just encountered.  We
kissed long and hard while I regained the use of my limbs and then I rolled
on top of Pip, smiled and said, `Revenge time!'

Looking into her eyes, my right hand slowly starting fingering her pussy,
even with my abilities I wasn`t sure whether this was going be a long term
thing so I was going to make the most of it.  I felt the love for me from
Pip, I felt how much she wanted this so I was determined to make it the
best feelings she has ever had.  I asked her, `Do you want this as me or
Kylie?'

She smiled, `I came to bed with you, so I want you!  Kylie can join the
queue!'

We both giggled.  I bypassed the slow progress.  I had already tasted Pip's
pussy when I messed up as Mike.  This time was an open invite so I removed
my fingers and plunged straight in with my tongue to feast on her delicious
juice.

From all the heads I had been inside, both male and female, it felt like I
had a million techniques to choose from and my swirling, flicking tongue
assault on Pip's clit made her grasp for a pillow to stifle her instant
screams of pleasure.  My hands took a firm grasp of her perfect tits in the
way I knew drove her crazy.  Not knowing whether this would only be a one
off was the spur to make this the best I could possibly give my friend.

Pip was thrashing around the bed, making my tonguing even more difficult
but there was no way that I was going to relent.  Her soft musky smell and
taste was making my own clit throb with excitement again so I swung my
whole body around, dragged the pillow from Pip's face and smothered her
moans with my own horny pussy on her mouth.

She immediately buried her tongue inside me, lapping at the copious amounts
of juice pouring from my cunt and I matched every lick with even more
enthusiasm from my own mouth and it wasn't long before our excitement began
to spill over again and I felt the tension building in Pip's body and my
own.  With all the flesh contact I experienced my very first joint orgasm.
I felt all the blood rush and shaking of both of our bodies and had tears
running down my cheeks from the duel excitement of two young girls, deep in
the throes of climax.  We rolled around the bed, neither of us willing to
stop our pleasuring of the other and it was only as the trembling became
too intense that we finally came up for air.

I slowly turned around to the top of the bed and lay next to Pip.  She
softly rubbed the tears from my cheek and I moved in to kiss her.  I sensed
that we both knew that this could become weird but now was not the time to
think about that.  We kissed the kiss of lovers, still softly stroking and
caressing each other's body.  I laughed as I read Pip's thoughts because
she was thinking how much my brother Mike would have loved to watch this!
She realised what I had done so she pinched my bum till I yelped!  As the
laughing died down, Pip turned around, we spooned together and fell into a
very deep and relaxed sleep.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

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