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THE TRAP
BY THE PROFESSOR


        It ripped out of hyperspace leaving a mile wide hole in reality. Had 
the most sensitive instruments on Earth been aimed directly at it, they 
would not have seen it, but they would have detected that something 
wasn't right. They would have, perhaps, seen a mild, blurry distortion 
which was slowly repairing itself, re- knitting reality from the edges 
to the distinct center where a star far older than the sun burned 
faintly from tens of thousand of light years away.

        It was invisible to the optical telescopes which, like the humans who 
had created them, were blind to the part of the spectrum in which it 
existed. Even if it had been in the optical spectrum, there would have 
been debate among the humans who saw it as to the nature of its very 
existence, for it had no discernable mass, existing as it did slightly 
beyond normal space and time.

        It "talked" to itself as it drifted above the surface of the Earth, 
although not in the sense of a human talking to himself. "Self" was a 
multiple concept to it, defining it in ways which humans could never 
imagine.

        ...Primitive...

        ...Yes. Sentient?...

        ...Animal...

        ...Adaptable?...

        ...Perhaps...

        Its autonomic systems deployed filaments of braking thought, causing it 
to fall through the atmosphere at unbelievable speeds toward the dark 
desert directly below. It felt nothing in the physical sense, but as it 
neared the surface of the planet, it felt thousands and thousands of 
primitive impulses and thoughts. Not all of them were pleasant. It 
modified itself to filter what it could out the most primitive of the 
impulses, leaving only the impulses emanating from four of the most 
advanced entities encased in archaically refined metal not far away.

                                        ***                     

        "Coach will kill us if he finds out about this," Lanny Wilmore said 
from the back seat of the car. There was a mostly full bottle of cold 
beer in his hand, growing warmer by the minute.  They were parked on a 
little-used dirt road ten miles from the nearest town, lights off and 
radio speakers thumping to the beat of the Smashing Pumpkins.

        "Football season is over, you pussy," Don Marshall said from behind the 
wheel of the parked car. He had borrowed his father's Buick for the 
evening. There was more room for him and his friends, and if they had 
gotten lucky and picked up a couple of girls... well, there would have 
been room for that, too. Unfortunately, pickings had been slim in that 
department. Coach Masters wouldn't have cared if they had found a little 
nookie, but he would have had a cow if he had known they had split a 
case of beer. Even after the season, the coach hated booze, even beer.

        No luck at finding girls, they had settled for the next best thing - a 
case of beer and a quiet desert road.

        "Yeah," Kevin Sloan agreed. He was riding shotgun and had already 
polished off three beers in short order. But then again, he was the 
biggest of the four of them, so he could handle it the easiest. He had 
complained that they had only bought a single case.

        "Quit worrying, Wilmore," Jay Kipling said from the back seat, giving 
Lanny beside him a playful punch on the arm. I'll drink your share."

        He could probably do it, Lanny mused, taking a shallow drink from his 
own bottle. Jay was an offensive lineman, shifting back and forth 
between tackle and guard. Jay would probably get a college football 
scholarship. Texas - El Paso and Fresno State were both interested in 
him, but he would probably end up at Arizona State, less than a hundred 
miles to the west. Kevin, a tackle, might end up there with Jay. He was 
bigger, but a little less versatile and considerably slower. Still, he 
was a fine player who had helped the Desert View Junior College Raiders 
come within a game of the conference finals.

        Lanny envied them both. He knew he and Don had little chance of getting 
picked up by a major school. Both were too small to play backfield 
positions at a larger school. Oh, there had been polite inquiries from a 
couple of smaller schools, but playing at one of them meant little or no 
chance at the pros, especially since they would never be more than third 
string at any large school. As it was, both were only second string at 
Desert View. 

        The four would have been unlikely friends had they not all grown up 
together in Desert View. Kevin and Jay looked almost like brothers. They 
were related, but were only cousins. Both were tall, broad shouldered 
with short dark blonde hair. Don was a little larger than Lanny, with a 
slender build and light blonde hair. Lanny, the smallest, was a shade 
under six feet tall, with nondescript brown hair, blue eyes, and a fair 
complexion. Neither Don nor Lanny looked hardy enough to play college 
football, but what each had lacked in size, they had made up in speed 
and agility. But those attributes wouldn't carry them to the next level 
where all three qualities would be required.

        The unexpected loss in the previous week's match-up had been 
devastating. They had all planned to be spending the day in a 
post-season game, but a last minute fumble in the final game of the 
season had cost them the game and the championship. None of them was 
drinking to celebrate. Rather, they were drowning their sorrows.

        A sudden loud boom shook the car. Lanny looked out into the cloudless 
sky, expecting to see a small thundercloud directly overhead, but there 
was nothing but stars.

        "What in hell was that?" Don asked. 

        Kevin was about to reply, but out of nowhere, a sharp, high pitched 
sound came out of nowhere. "Ouch!" Kevin yelled, suddenly, nearly 
spilling his beer.

        "Watch it, man!" Don exclaimed. "This is my dad's car. If you spill, 
he'll know we were drinking in it."

        "But that noise," Kevin protested. "Don't you hear it?"

        "Ow!" Jay yelled, covering his ears. Don was next, leaving Lanny to 
look at his friends in confusion. Then he, too, felt a painful sensation 
in his ears. It cascaded downward into a high-pitched whine. Then, 
suddenly, all was silent.

        "What the fuck was that?" Jay asked, but no one had an answer.

                                        ***

        It processed the sum total of all the boys' thoughts in a fraction of a 
second, reading them and compartmentalizing them with ease. They were, 
after all, a primitive species.

        ...Is it there?... it asked itself.

        ...Yes...

        ...Sufficient?...

        ...Yes...

        ...Confirmed. Begin Phase One...

        ...Operation commencing...

                                        ***

        All four boys piled out of the car into the cool desert evening. There 
was nothing to be seen that could have made the noise. It was a moonless 
night, and except for a light breeze from the west, there was no sound 
or movement. For some reason, even the car radio was silent.

"I don't like this," Don said, inching back toward the car.

"Don't like what?" Kevin asked.

"There's nothing out here that could have made that noise," Don 
explained. "I'm wary of something that has to be there but that I can't 
see."

Lanny saw something first. It was a shadow, moving through the desert 
brush. But as he watched, it began to resolve itself into... "Judy!" he 
yelled. "What are you doing here?"

        Judy was the girl Lanny had fallen for the previous year. She had not 
felt the same way about him, however, and had transferred to Northern 
Arizona her second year. Yet here she was, her long blonde hair 
cascading down her back, her figure even more perfect than Lanny had 
remembered. She laughed and said, "Lanny, it's good to see you. Come, 
meet my friends." Lanny then realized he hadn't actually heard her say 
the words. It was more as if she had thought them to him.

        "Isn't that Judy Kendall?" Kevin asked. "She's a fox! Did she say she 
had friends?"

        "I'm not really sure she said anything," Lanny remarked cryptically.

        "Let's go!" Jay shouted. "Girls!"

        Don put out an arm to hold him back. "Wait a minute. What is she doing 
out here in the middle of the desert? Where's her car?"

        "Come on, Lanny," Judy cooed enticingly, "and bring your friends. We're 
so lonely out here."

        Lanny felt compelled to follow her. Concerns about something not being 
right seemed to fly from his mind. He could hardly believe his good 
luck. He rushed to her side and put an arm around her. She felt 
wonderful. She turned and smiled at the other boys. "Are you coming or 
not?" Again, it wasn't really said. It was more like a concept which his 
mind gave words to. 

        Jay pushed Don's arm aside and followed Lanny. Kevin fell in line 
behind him. He turned and looked at Don. "Are you going to stay here by 
yourself?"

        Don shuddered. There was something terribly wrong. Judy's voice didn't 
even sound right. Voice? It was like she wasn't even speaking; it was 
almost as if the voice were coming from inside his head. His first 
impulse was to run to his father's car, but he knew he had to go with 
his friends. Something inside told him he would never make it back to 
the car on his own. Besides, if there was something out there, they 
would have a better chance facing it together. The four boys walked 
about twenty yards when Judy suddenly stopped.
        
        "Why did you stop?" Lanny asked her.

        She smiled and looked at him, slowly fading away. "Because we're there, 
silly," she said, walking away from him.

        "What the hell?" Lanny said. Then he looked up and screamed.

                
                                                ***

        ...Damn... 

        It didn't really say "damn," but it was the nearest equivalent.

        ...Analysis...

        ...Modifications may be required...

        ...Serious ones?...

        ...No. Very minor...

        ...Proceed...

                                 


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                                ***

        They called us Mulder and Scully, like in "The X-Files."  Andy didn't 
mind it so much. He even looked a little like Agent Mulder. He was tall, 
lanky, and had a boyish face and a dry sense of humor. If his hair had 
been straight instead of naturally curled, he would have been a credible 
Mulder.

        Me? I minded. I had red hair, but that was the only thing that Agent 
Scully and I had in common.  I wasn't skeptical like Scully, and I 
wasn't a Catholic like she was. Most importantly, I wasn't female and 
had no wish to be, so I got very tired of being called Scully by the 
other members of the FCT.

        At least, there were only twenty of us in the FCT. The First Contact 
Team had been brought into existence after the rash of flying saucer 
sightings in the forties and fifties. It was highly classified since the 
government didn't want to set off every flying saucer nut in the 
country. The FCT would systematically investigate the most promising 
sightings, but only if there was a suspected landing. All of us believed 
there was something out there, and if we were just patient enough, that 
something would come to us.

        Now, half a century later, we were beginning to wonder. All of the 
original team had retired many years before. We were just the latest 
generation of men and women who joined the team in hopes of being the 
first to contact an alien life form, only be to disappointed time after 
time as we traveled across the country investigating one false lead 
after another. In spite of our best efforts, we were no closer to 
proving the existence of intelligent extraterrestrial life than our 
predecessors had been half a century earlier.

Dr. Andy King had been on the team for five years. He was one of our 
biologists, or I suppose xenobiologist is a better term since it was his 
job to look for biological evidence of extraterrestrials. He had been 
picked because he had done some advanced work at Stanford postulating 
non-carbon based life forms. At thirty, he was probably second in 
biological knowledge only to Dr. Widmark, the senior scientist on the 
team.

Me? Dr.  Tony Winter - Staff Linguistics expert. I had only been on the 
team for two years, just four years after receiving my Doctorate at 
Yale, but at twenty-eight, I was considered one of the top world experts 
on the origins of language. A linguist who was quick on his feet was 
considered essential to the First Contact Team, and although junior to 
Dr. Wendy Van Buren, our senior linguist, my credentials were every bit 
as impressive.

Andy and I were often teamed up. We had become good friends in the two 
years I had been on the project, often arguing until late into the night 
about the biological basis for language. I don't just mean the obvious 
physical structure of creatures which might communicate through a true 
language, but rather, how those languages would differ based upon 
physical characteristics. The most obvious, of course, was a numerical 
base. Base ten made sense for humans since we had ten fingers. A 
creature with eight digits (such as Mickey Mouse) would probably be more 
comfortable with base eight, and so on.

Andy and I had one of those arguments going on the night the call came 
in from Desert View. By all rights, we should have been gone from the 
project headquarters in St Louis for at least two hours. But neither of 
us were married, and we had caught a late lunch, so there was nothing 
pressing to leave for. I was showing him the latest computer model I had 
created hypothesizing a race of beings who might communicate by touch 
while Andy was arguing that such a species, unable to hear or vocalize, 
would have become extinct since it could not be completely aware of its 
environment.

"But what about a species which developed on an airless world?" I 
argued. "No species would be able to hear, so it would be a level 
playing field."

"True," Andy conceded, "but it couldn't happen. Advanced life forms 
couldn't develop in a vacuum."

"Why not?"

Andy shrugged. "It's too hostile. You might find a primitive life form 
which manages to adapt, but complex life forms depend upon the 
development of systems which can't normally exist in a vacuum."

"Normally?" I challenged. He was hedging. I didn't hear the answer, 
though. The team director, Del Winchester interrupted us.

"We may have something of interest," he said, plopping his overweight 
body into a chair at our table. Del looked like an out of shape 
bureaucrat. His suit always had a disheveled look and he was balding and 
seriously overweight, but he was one of the brightest men I had ever 
known.

"Verified?" I asked.

"No radar verification," he replied. "No visual either."

"Then why would we be interested?" Andy wanted to know. So did I. It 
wasn't like Del to bring us a case without verification.

"Take a look at this," Del suggested, placing a manila envelope on the 
table, allowing its contents to spill out. There were two satellite 
photos. I looked at them. They both looked as if they were pictures of 
the same section of a desert. The only difference was a dark object on 
the picture time stamped twenty four hours after the first one.

"It looks like a car," I ventured, squinting at the dark object.

"It is a car," Del confirmed. "A late model Buick, to be exact."

"And is this Buick carrying a middle class family of four from Deneb-4?" 
Andy quipped.

"No, Andy," I told him. "This is like that old song line from Blonde. 
What was it? 'And the man from Mars is eating cars.'"

Del shook his head. "Widmark and Van Buren are somewhere up the Ganges 
looking for a saucer supposedly sighted by ten thousand pilgrims and I 
get stuck with Abbot and Costello."

Well, I suppose it was better than Mulder and Scully.

"Okay Del," I said, stifling a laugh. "What is it we're supposed to be 
seeing?"

He took a pudgy finger and pointed at an indistinct line a few yards 
from the car. "See this blurred area? It's on the newer photo, but not 
on the older one. I just got this one," he went on, sliding a third 
photo from the envelope, "just a few minutes ago. Take a look."

I squinted at the new photo. "The blurred area is gone."

Del stared at me and sighed, "Tony, don't ever go into aerial 
reconnaissance. Look over here on the other side of the ridge."

I saw what he was referring to. About a hundred yards from its previous 
position, there was a blurred area. I looked up. "You mean to tell me 
it's moving?"

Del nodded. "It's definitely changing position. Whatever it is, we think 
it caused four local boys to disappear. They were reported missing this 
morning, and the car you see belonged to one of their fathers.

"Maybe it's some sort of dimensional rift," Andy suggested.

"Those exist only in theory," I pointed out.

"So do flying saucers," was his rejoinder.

"Whatever it is," Del said, breaking in before we could start another 
long-winded discussion, "it's moving and it appears to be dangerous."

"Has anyone else disappeared?" I asked.

Del looked at me sharply. "Why do you ask?"

I shrugged. "Just a hunch. Have they?"

"They have. Just a little over fifteen minutes ago, I got word two 
airmen from Davis Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson  disappeared. They 
were part of an Air Force security team dispatched to find the boys."

I looked at Andy. He had a worried look on his face. There was something 
we weren't being told. The Air Force didn't just send a security force 
to hunt missing boys without a reason. They would leave that to National 
Guard or Air Guard personnel. Security teams were dispatched in case of 
aircraft losses where there was danger of something falling into the 
wrong hands. What did they suspect was out there anyway?

To make matters worse, our job just got harder. The military seemed to 
have its own agenda when it came to UFOs. There was usually a distinct 
lack of cooperation from them. They refused to share satellite data with 
us, forcing us to use civilian birds, primarily from Interior or 
Agriculture. Most of our tracking data came from either NASA or foreign 
tracking stations. With the military, a sparrow flying over a popgun was 
enough to rate a Top Secret clearance. 

"Have they cordoned off the area yet?"

Del shook his head. "They haven't and I don't think they will. If it 
were military equipment out there in the desert, they probably would. 
But what we've got is four missing teenage boys and a couple of missing 
airmen. At this point, I think they're content to let the local sheriff 
handle it until they come up with something concrete."

"But what about this distortion?" Andy asked. "Haven't they noticed it?"

"No," Del replied. "For once, we've got them over a barrel.   There 
aren't any military satellites crossing over at exactly that point. They 
haven't figured out that one of Interior's birds crosses right over the 
area."

"I wonder what alerted them to begin with," I pondered.

"There was a sonic boom reported in the area. The Air Force sent out a 
two-man team to investigate it. When they got to the area, a search was 
on for the boys. They got roped into helping."

"Look, Del," Andy said slowly, "is there any chance that the distortion 
is just a problem with the bird? Maybe these kids just wandered off into 
the desert, and the Air Force team got lost or something."

Del shook his head. "You might have a point with the boys, but the Air 
Force team disappeared less than fifty yards from the car. Nobody else 
has gone in that area since."

I saw where this was going. Andy and I weren't going to learn anything 
out there unless we walked into that area. Whatever caused the other six 
people to disappear would cause the same thing to us. The difference, of 
course, was that we were trained for extraterrestrial contact. Of 
course, since we had never actually met an extraterrestrial, it was hard 
to say how good our training was. Oh well, I thought. When I joined the 
team, I knew there would be risks. "So when do we go in, Del?"

Del favored me with a tired smile. "A plane is fueled and ready at 
Lindbergh Field right now. We even packed your bags for you." FCT Field 
Teams always had a bag at headquarters for immediate departures.

I sighed. "Then what are we waiting for?"

After two years on the FCT, I was used to disappointments. I had 
examined data stream after data stream of impulses, looking for some 
sign of intelligent life without success. I had interview countless 
"witnesses" who had heard aliens speak only to determine that what they 
had heard, if anything at all, was gibberish. Still, I was excited. This 
sighting was unlike any other we had seen. Maybe it would be the real 
one.

I managed to get a little sleep on the plane, but Andy could never sleep 
in the air, so he caught up on his professional reading during the 
three-hour flight. The crew had also provided us with some little 
sandwiches that passed for dinner. It was nearly midnight by the time we 
rolled up to the service hangar at the Desert View airport.

Desert View Airport wasn't exactly Chicago O'Hare. It consisted of a 
combination service hangar and office and two small open sheds which 
each held half a dozen private planes. The office was closed, so only 
the security lights on the hangar cut through the darkness. As the whine 
of the engines on our government Lear Jet faded, I could see the runway 
lights being extinguished. A man in what looked like a sheriff's uniform 
had thrown the switch outside the hangar to cut the lights. 

The pilot unloaded our bags for us as the man in uniform strode over to 
meet us. "Winter and King?" he asked.

I extended my hand. His handshake was firm and friendly. "I'm Tony 
Winter. This is Andy King."

Andy extended his hand as well.

"Bob Gates, Aztec County Sheriff," he replied. He was a big man, perhaps 
six three, without an ounce of fat on him. His western hat and silver 
badge on his khaki shirt made him look like my image of a Texas Ranger 
out of the last century. His neatly trimmed hair and mustache gave him a 
very professional air. I had the feeling Sheriff Gates was a 
professional. That was a relief. In my job, I had seen enough of small 
town law officers who were only competent to issue parking tickets. "Do 
you fellas want to get settled in first, or go right to the sight?"

With the prospect of the Air Force breathing down our necks, that was an 
easy decision. We had to get out to the site before they managed to shut 
it down. "If it's all the same sheriff," I told him, "let's go to the 
site."

He seemed to like that. We were all business, and so was he. I could 
tell he wanted this mystery solved as soon as possible. Since the boys 
were all local, there was probably quite a stir in town. Incidents like 
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"So what can you tell us?" Andy asked as the sheriff lifted our bags 
into the back of his Ford Explorer.

The sheriff shrugged. "Not much to tell. I'm sure you know the basics. 
We found the boys' car about noon. I sent two deputies out to look for 
them, but they weren't able to find anything. Then, that Air Force team 
showed up. My deputies sent them out in the one direction they hadn't 
checked. While they were watching, the airmen disappeared about thirty 
yards from the car."

"You said the deputies had been searching for some time," I clarified, 
getting into the back seat while Andy rode shotgun.

"That's right," the Sheriff said, starting the car.

"Were they out here alone?"

"Yep. What are you getting at?"

"Well," I continued, "were there any footprints or any sign of which 
direction the boys had gone?"

The Sheriff thought for a minute. "Well, I guess there couldn't be. If 
there were, they would have known which way to search."

That was true, I admitted to myself, but something didn't seem quite 
right. "Are the deputies still out at the site?"

"I sent 'em home right a few hours ago. I told them to get some sleep 
and meet us out here around midnight. They should be there now," the 
Sheriff explained.

It only took about fifteen minutes to reach the site. The deputies were 
there and had set up a couple of small floodlights. Bathed in the glow 
of one of them was a fairly new Buick, but beyond it, the light just 
faded off into the still desert. There was nothing to indicate to where 
six people had disappeared. 

When we got out of the car, the Sheriff performed the introductions. 
"Tony Winter, Andy King, meet Rice Daniels and Tate Baxter. Folks around 
here call 'em Rice n' Taters."

It was even worse than Scully and Mulder, I thought as I gripped Tate's 
beefy hand. He was six four if he was an inch, and looked to be built 
out of concrete blocks. Desert View might be a small town, but it had to 
have a gym to produce a specimen like Tate. He gave me a big farm boy 
grin. Rice was about my size, with black hair thinning on the top and 
dark skin that hinted at a Mexican ancestry, in spite of his last name. 
He was a little more formal than Tate, but still smiled and welcomed us 
to Desert View.

"Did either of you find any footprints around the site?" I asked.

Both shook their heads. "Just around the car," Tate clarified. "It looks 
like them boys was just millin' around drinkin' beer until they got 
lost."

I wondered if he knew how naive that sounded. One minute, they were 
drinking beer, and the next minute, they were lost. I'd hate to have to 
explain that to anyone. I decided to let it go for a moment, though. As 
bright as the sheriff was, his deputies were proving to be a 
disappointment. It didn't take much to realize they were frightened. 
They hadn't really searched the area at all. Of course, given what had 
happened to the two airmen, maybe not searching had been the wisest 
choice after all.

"So where did the airmen disappear?" Andy asked.

"Right over there," Rice replied, pointing out into the blackness of the 
desert. 

I started in that direction, looking down at the ground as I walked.

"Be careful, Tony," Andy cautioned. I planned on being cautious. I had 
seen the satellite photos. I knew there had to be something out there in 
the desert, but I couldn't see it. Whatever the distortion we had seen 
on the satellite photos was, it didn't appear when you looked straight 
on at ground level. If we weren't careful, we'd walk right into it.

There were footprints around the car as the deputies had said, but they 
clearly struck out into the desert. How could they have missed them? 
They must have been so frightened that they hadn't even come in this 
direction, I thought. I looked at Tate. "Did you know there are 
footprints over here?"

Tate looked embarrassed. "Well, we did see 'em, yeah."

""Then why didn't you check them out?" I asked.

"Well, Dr. Winter," he began slowly, his head bowed, "I reckon Rice and 
me ain't afraid of much of anything we can see, but whatever's out there 
is like ghosts. We kinda decided between the two of us to wait for the 
experts to show up."

I actually couldn't fault their reasoning. Andy and I were used to the 
concept of facing the unknown. These local deputies weren't equipped to 
handle  much more than a traffic offense or rousting a Saturday night 
drunk. If I had been in their shoes, I might have done the same thing,

My thoughts were interrupted by the approach of two large, loud vehicles 
with lights bright enough to light up a football stadium. They were 
approaching us at high speed, throwing a dark cloud of desert dirt and 
sand high into the air.

"Oh shit!" Andy exclaimed. "It's Roger Ramjet and company."

This, I knew, was Andy's shorthand expression for the Air Force. It was 
indeed our boys in blue, blundering through the desert in two Humvees. 
This was bad news, I thought. Standard operating procedure would require 
them to lock down the site at once, and our investigation would be up in 
smoke.

"We've got to go now, Andy," I yelled over the roar of the approaching 
vehicles.

"Go? Go where?" he yelled back.

I pointed into the desert. "There. We have to follow the boys if we're 
going to have a shot at this one." Andy couldn't believe I was saying 
that, but I had a feeling this was The Big One. There was something out 
there in the desert - something intelligent. It could be a sentient 
species from the stars. The First Contact Team had been in existence 
since before I was born, and this might be my only chance, I realized.

Suddenly, Andy understood. I could see he was starting to think the same 
thing. As the Humvees came to a halt, he said, "Okay, let's do it."

"Wait a minute," the Sheriff called, suddenly realizing what we were 
about to do. "We don't know what's out there. Wait until we - "

"Sorry, Sheriff," I called over my shoulder. "We've got to go in now. 
Stay here and coordinate with the Air Force."

"Coordinate what?"

I really just wanted him to slow them down until we had a chance to walk 
out into the desert. Whatever had taken the boys and the two airmen was 
bound to take us, too. I just hoped it happened before the Air Force 
could stop us.

"Stop where you are!" a voice called from the direction of the Humvees. 
We kept walking. What were they going to do? Shoot us? It wouldn't look 
good on their reports.

A few yards away from the Sheriff, things got unnaturally still. Now, 
the desert can be that way, but not when you have several Air Force 
personnel running through it yelling at you to stop. But we couldn't 
hear them, and suddenly, we couldn't see them either. We were swallowed 
up by a blackness unlike anything I had ever experienced. It wasn't just 
an absence of light; it was more like an absence of everything. I 
couldn't see Andy, or even myself for that matter. I also couldn't feel 
anything under my feet. It was like the experience you have where you 
are floating in a dream, standing up and using no effort to move ahead.

The blackness didn't disappear all at once. Rather, it began to fade 
into a pale gray. Through the gray mist, I could see Andy just standing 
and looking about. I was doing the same thing. 

"Where are we?" Andy said. His voice sounded as if it were a hundred 
yards away instead of the few paces away where he actually stood.

"I don't know," I replied. Even my own voice sounded muffled and 
distant. It was like a landscape after a fresh snow, before the sun 
comes back out, where the world is a collage of whites and grays without 
a discernable sound. Even the temperature was "gray," being neither hot 
nor cold with no trace of air movement. 

"Do you hear something?" Andy asked suddenly.

"No, why? Do you?" I turned to look at Andy. He was holding his ears, a 
grimace of pain on his face. "What is it, Andy?" Abruptly, I felt it, 
too. It was a high-pitched sound, causing a sudden ache in my ears. It 
was as if hot needles had been jammed into my ears, crawling into my 
brain and slicing through it like some sort of ghostly knife. Oddly, I 
had no sense of personal danger. It was more like the painful irritation 
I would have felt from an earache. It lasted perhaps thirty seconds and 
then was gone.

But the silence had not returned. There was now a gentle hum coming from 
an unknown source. The grayness had resolved itself into corridors and 
doorways, and there was soft lighting from above which cast gentle 
shadows along the walls. The floor was solid as well, and I realized it 
felt good to be back on solid... something.

The most interesting sight, though, was more familiar. From one of the 
rooms, a girl emerged, perhaps eighteen or nineteen. She had a fair 
complexion which was absolutely flawless. Her lovely face was set off by 
high cheekbones and sparkling blue eyes and framed by a luxuriant mane 
of shining brown hair. She wore a blue camisole whose satiny material 
did nothing to hide the exiting shape of her perfect body. Her breasts 
were a full C cup, proud and tipped with large nipples which could be 
seen through the thin material. Her waist and hips were a medley of 
curves that moved with a fluid grace as she walked. She wore nothing on 
her feet or legs, but her long legs were as smooth as silk, without a 
blemish. Her makeup was subtle, understated, and very sexy. Long nails, 
frosted pink capped the most graceful hands I had ever seen. I felt a 
hardness in my groin straining at my pants. I hoped she didn't notice.

"Who are you?" Andy asked. I was supposed to be the language expert, but 
one look at the girl and I couldn't think of anything to say.

Suddenly, another girl about the same age stepped out of a further 
doorway. She was blonde, wearing a red thong bikini, but she was equally 
as beautiful as the brunette. Her breasts were even larger, certainly a 
D cup, and as she walked toward us, her hips thrust in a motion that was 
almost a dance.

I was confused. We knew of four boys and two airmen who had been trapped 
by whatever this thing was, but no one had mentioned any girls 
disappearing.

"Can you speak English?" I asked the brunette.

"Y.. yes," she managed. "I'm Lanny Wilcox and this is Don Marshall."

"Lanni, Donna," I acknowledged, "I'm Tony Winter and this is Andy King. 
We weren't aware that you girls were taken. We had expected to find four 
boys and a couple of Air Force men."

The blonde shook her head. "It isn't Donna. It's Don."

"Oh, D-a-w-n," I clarified.

"No. D-o-n. I'm a man. Or at least I was. So was Lanny."

Neither Andy nor I could say a word. We didn't know what to say. Here 
were two near perfect specimens of womanhood standing before us claiming 
to have been men. 

"Jay and Kevin are still asleep," Don explained. "So there were four of 
us. You were right. And Norm and Vicki - they're the two Air Force types 
you were mentioning - are in a room down the hall."

"Vicki?" I repeated.

Don nodded, her blonde hair bouncing as she did. "That's right. She was 
female when she got here, although they've enhanced her quite a bit. You 
didn't know that, did you?"

I shook my head. "No, we didn't. We just had a rough idea of what had 
happened, but it was enough to pique the interest of our people."

"Who are you?" Lanni, or rather Lanny, asked.

Andy and I took a few minutes to explain what the First Contact Team was 
and why we had come. As we were explaining, we were joined by the Air 
Force woman. She was as beautiful as Don and Lanny. Her name was Vicki 
Romero. She claimed she had been very plain when she had arrived.

"But look at me now," she said, almost not believing it herself. Her 
olive skin was sensational, and her large breasts were completely 
uncovered, displaying large, dark nipples. Her straight black hair hung 
all the way to her ass and shone with a brilliance that was almost 
unnatural. She wore only a tiny pair of French cut panties and heels 
which were at least four inches high. "Actually, I'm pretty happy about 
this, but poor Lanny and Don really got screwed."

Lanny let out a sardonic laugh. Vicki looked at him, her large brown 
eyes wide with alarm. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean - "

Lanny waived a delicate hand. "I know, Vicki. I realize you didn't mean 
anything by it."

I looked at Lanny in puzzlement. Before I could ask, she suggested, "I'd 
better start from the beginning. It's complicated, but you'll understand 
better." With a look directly at me, she added, "You especially need to 
understand."

We were seated on comfortable couches in Lanny's room. Jay, one of the 
boys, had joined us. He was a big lad, clad only in boxers. Kevin, who 
looked and dressed very much like Jay joined us as well. Finally, Staff 
Sergeant Norm Bennet joined us. He was a tall black man wearing a small 
robe that barely fit him. When the introductions were made, Lanny began 
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She began by telling us about their little excursion out into the 
desert. They had been drinking for only half an hour or so when they 
heard the sonic boom. She told me about Judy, her old girlfriend. I 
listed with rapt attention as this very sexy young lady told me about 
her girlfriend. It was almost impossible to imagine such a vision of 
feminine beauty talking as if she were just one of the boys. She told us 
how the simulacrum of Judy had lured them out into the desert

"Then, she told us we were there," Lanny continued, "and she just sort 
of... melted in front of us. I thought something terrible had happened 
to her, and I screamed. She got all gray and just became part of the 
landscape, her features melting like candle wax." The girl shuddered at 
the thought of what she had seen. Then, with a sigh, she continued.

"Suddenly, we were on a featureless plain. I imagine you saw the same 
thing. Did you?"

I nodded in response.

"Well, the plain began to resolve itself into this system of rooms you 
see here. Each of the spaces is like this one. The room we're in is a 
living room, if you will. Food appears out of nowhere on that table 
along the wall. It's pretty good, too. If you lie down on that couch or 
any of the chairs, it becomes a bed. They didn't bother with much else 
as you can see."

It was true. The room wasn't much for esthetics. There were no pictures 
or other decorations in sight. "Then what's the other room for?" I 
asked, pointing at the dark entrance which seemed to lead to a second 
room.

"We call it the play room," Lanny told me, a catch in her voice. "I'll 
get to that. We explored the place as best we could. It just consists of 
what you see here, room after room like this. Even if you do get to the 
end of the corridor, you find yourself right back where you started."

"But the corridor is straight," Andy pointed out. "How can it curve 
around on itself?"

"It doesn't," Don chimed in. "As you walk down the corridor, another 
room appears for every one you've passed. By the time you walk past 
about a hundred rooms like this, all on the same side of the corridor, 
you find yourself standing back at the point where you started. We 
experimented by leaving a beer bottle right in front of this room. When 
we walked past a hundred rooms, the beer bottle was in our path."

I began to wish I had a better foundation in physics. The team had put 
me through a crash course on the subject, but there was nothing in the 
course which would have prepared me for this.

"We were in this very room," Lanny continued, "when it began to happen. 
Don and I felt an odd tingling sensation. It wasn't unpleasant, but it 
felt... different. Then, we began to notice changes. We became shorter 
at first, and we could see our hair starting to grow longer. Our clothes 
literally fell off our bodies, and we could see everything changing at 
once. Our hips and breasts began thrusting outward while our waists 
contracted. We didn't have to bother with makeup. It just appeared along 
with earrings and the outfits you see us wearing now, or something 
similar to them. The outfits keep changing. In maybe ten minutes, it was 
over. Kevin and Jay were unchanged, or at least not changed much. Don 
and I became the girls we are now. The next thing we knew, we were 
walking into the play room."

"But this is impossible," Andy commented. "Cellular disruption and 
change like that would be extremely painful. It would kill you almost 
instantly."

"But we're proof that you're wrong," Lanny countered, motioning at her 
feminine body. "Whatever controls this... place knows more than we can 
even imagine."

"It's like a science fiction writer once said," I added. "If a highly 
advanced race suddenly encountered a primitive race, their science would 
appear as magic to the primitives."

"Well, this primitive certainly considers it magic," Andy replied. "I 
can't even begin to imagine how they did it. For that matter, who is 
'they?'"

"We don't know," Kevin answered. "We haven't seen anyone except the 
people you see here now. We don't even know if there is anyone else 
here. For that matter, we don't know where 'here' is."

"We're in some sort of spaceship," I told them. "We don't know what it 
is, though. We've never encountered anything quite like this. We don't 
know who they are or what they want."

Lanny asked hesitantly, "But can anybody get us out and change us back?"

"No," Andy replied bluntly. "Even if we managed to get out, there's 
nothing in our science which could even begin to change you back. I'd 
have to do genetic testing, but I'm certain your chromosomes are now XX 
instead of XY. Transsexual surgery had gotten pretty good at the 
male-to-female conversion, but female-to-male surgery leaves a lot to be 
desired."

"I think I could stand to stay this way," Lanny said, "if I could just 
get out of here. I'd rather change back to male, though."

I looked at Lanny and Don. They were embarrassed, not just about their 
sex change, but something they hadn't told. They were holding something 
back - something that was even worse than the physical transformation. 
"Lanny, why is getting out of here more important to you than changing 
back?"

Her face reddened. "I... that is, Don and I..." She broke down in tears. 
"See? It's happening again. I just can't control myself. I never used to 
cry. Now, I cry as much as my little sister does."

Jay looked as if he wanted to put a comforting arm around her; then 
looked embarrassed as he sunk back down into his chair. It was up to Don 
to explain. "More than our bodies have changed, Tony. Lanny and I 
have... urges now that we never had before."

"And mine have grown stronger," Vickie chimed in.

Andy scowled. "You mean sexual urges? You've developed sexual urges?"

"Uncontrollable ones," Kevin confirmed. "I mean, they made Lanny and Don 
into beautiful women, but they're still our friends. Jay and I wouldn't 
have, you know, taken advantage of them if we could help it. But we've 
been changed, too. We're... well, bigger, and we just can't stop 
ourselves."

"Neither can we," Don added, eyes downcast.

The true horror of what was happening had become apparent. Two normal 
heterosexual males had been somehow changed into females, resulting in 
artificially induced sexual drives too intense to control. Their 
still-male friends had been forced into overriding their natural 
inhibitions and ignoring the fact that the available females were their 
once-male friends. But why was this being done? Our two Air Force 
members were proof against the necessity of performing the sex change. 
Why not capture only existing males and females instead of wasting 
energy changing them to fit?

Wait a minute. What had Lanny said earlier? I thought. Something about 
the fact that I would especially need to understand. Damn! I had been so 
wrapped up in the stories of the other captives that I had forgotten 
that Andy and I were subject to the same rules as everyone else. I 
looked at Andy and he looked at me, obviously with the same thought.

"How long were you here before the transformation began?" I managed to 
ask.

Lanny shook her head. "It's hard to say. All our watches stopped and are 
gone now. All I can tell you is that we've had these orgy cycles four 
times since the transformations. The changes seem to happen within 
minutes of the next cycle."

Four times, and they had been here just a little over a day. That meant 
the cycles were six hours long. We had been here - what? - an hour or 
so, so in a little less than five hours, either Andy or I would be 
changed. I couldn't imagine what it would be like. Andy and I had been 
friends for a long time, but the thought of making love to him, either 
if he was the female or I was, seemed repugnant.

"Is there any way of predicting which of us will change to female?" Andy 
asked, daring to ask the dreaded question.

"We think so," Don answered. "Vicki was already female, so she's out of 
the sample. Lanny and I were the two smallest males, though. Maybe it 
assumes the smaller of a pair should be the female."

"That would make sense," Andy mused. "In most advanced species on Earth, 
the female is the smaller of the two. It might be universally true. If 
so..."

His voice trailed off, but he didn't have to finish. I was shorter than 
Andy, so odds were I would be in line for the change. Oddly enough, I 
wasn't frightened by the prospect. I didn't want it to happen. I was 
happy the way I was, but the intellectual curiosity had surfaced. It was 
a puzzle to be solved, just like a new language. First, I had to 
determine if there was a way to stop the transformation. If I couldn't, 
I would have to figure out how to avoid becoming a slave to sexual 
desire as had happened to the others. Even if I was able to do that, I 
would have to solve the puzzle of how to live in a female body. Of 
course, there was a chance that body size wasn't the actual determinant, 
but even if that were true and the process was random, there would be a 
fifty percent chance of my sex being changed.

I looked at all of them. They believed size was the determinant, for 
they were all looking at me with pity, even the women. "You all believe 
I'll change, don't you?"

"It's not so bad," Lanny said unconvincingly. "I mean, I wouldn't have 
chosen it, but..." She couldn't think of anything to add.

"Look," Vicki commented, "we're all puppets here. I've been female all 
my life, and I wouldn't want it any other way. They've even enhanced me. 
I was Plain Jane before, but now, I'm hot and I don't mind that at all. 
What I mind is that I don't have any control over what I do. I mean, 
Norm here isn't such a bad lover. I just wish it had been our idea and 
not some... some thing's idea."

"Me, too, Babe," the big sergeant agreed.

"You mean you have no control at all?" I asked, fighting down a queasy 
feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"None at all," Don confirmed. "You'll just be minding your own business 
and suddenly, you'll have the urge to go into the back room of your 
apartment."

"What's back there?" Andy asked, looking back at the dark room over his 
shoulder.

"It seems to vary," Lanny explained. "One time, it might be just an 
ordinary bedroom. The next time, it might be a grassy knoll. The time 
after that, it might be beside a swimming pool. The only common 
denominator is that you'll be so horny you can't stand it. You won't 
even be able to think. You'll just want to... make love in any way you 
can think of." There were tears forming in the corners of her beautiful 
eyes. "The hell of it is, you'll love every second of it. It's like 
nothing I've ever known before."

"Afterwards," Don said, picking up the explanation, "you'll fall asleep. 
You'll wake up back in a room like this one. You can eat, sleep, 
whatever, until you're called again."

"Always with the same partner?" Andy asked.

"So far," Don replied.

Andy and I decided to make the most of our time before the next calling. 
We systematically inspected every room along the corridor, finding them 
to be absolutely identical. Each contained the comfortable living 
quarters and each contained a darkened entrance to another room. We 
tried to enter the rooms, but each was blocked by some sort of force 
field. As we tried to enter the darkness, something would gently push us 
away. We could see nothing in the rooms. It was as if they absorbed all 
visible light.

There was nothing along the corridor except the identical rooms. We 
could find no engine room or control room or any of the things that we 
would have expected to find on a spaceship. Eventually, we reached the 
last room. When we entered it, to our surprise, we found all of our 
fellow captives.

"You went all the way to the end?" Lanny asked.

"Yes," I replied. "But let me guess. None of you have moved, right?"

"That's right," Lanny confirmed. "Look out in the corridor now."

Andy and I did, and as we had been told to expect, we were back at the 
beginning again. Somehow, the interior of the ship had folded over 
itself. I wished I had paid more attention in physics, but I suspected 
nothing in human physics would have done much to explain the phenomenon.

"Lanny, how...?" I was not able to complete my question. Everyone in the 
room except Andy and I suddenly stiffened as a glazed expression settled 
over their faces. They rose as one and filed out of the room.

"Wait!" Andy called, trying to hold Kevin back, but he easily slipped 
out of Andy's grip. We tried to follow, but the exit to the corridor was 
suddenly impassible, hampered by the same force field we had encountered 
before.

Then it began. I dropped my hands away from the door although I hadn't 
willed them to drop. It was as if some agency had taken control of my 
movements. My skin began to tingle, almost as it feels when a limb falls 
asleep. 

"Tony, are you okay?" Andy asked, a worried expression on his face.

"I don't think so," I managed to respond in a voice that didn't sound 
quite right. I knew what was happening. The others had been right. I was 
the one who was going to change. "What's happening to me, Andy?"

"You're changing," he confirmed. I could see that in spite of himself, 
he was fascinated with what was happening to me. What biologist wouldn't 
be fascinated? My DNA was being rewritten as he watched. I could feel 
myself becoming shorter and weaker. Hair was tickling the back of my 
neck and was becoming longer and heavier. My torso was rearranging 
itself moment by moment. As I looked at Andy, I was beginning to have 
strange urges, wondering what he would look like naked, what he would 
feel like...

...I was suddenly aware of loud rock music with a heavy beat. I opened 
my eyes and saw a dark room with flashing lights. Then, I became aware 
that my body was swaying to the beat of the music, and I could feel 
something bouncing on my chest. I looked down at my body, illuminated by 
a soft spotlight. I was nearly naked, with only a shining silver 
g-string covering my swaying crotch. Long red hair draped over my 
shoulders, swinging back and forth across large breasts. I was standing 
in place as I gyrated, balanced on silver heeled sandals that showed the 
bright silver polish on my toenails.

I licked my lips unconsciously, feeling the waxy perfumed taste of 
lipstick. Fluttering long lashes, I looked out into the darkness, making 
out a single table just below the runway I was standing on. There was 
someone there - a man. He was dressed in only a tight-fitting pair of 
briefs, outlining a very large, erect penis. It was Andy, I realized, 
feeling myself getting warm and wet between my legs. I wanted him. My 
God, I wanted him!

He climbed up on the stage, entranced by my movement. With a gentle 
hand, he pulled away the thin material covering my new sex. Neither of 
us were thinking, at least not in the normal sense of the word. I could 
remember who I had been, and I could remember that Andy was my friend, 
but I couldn't resist the aching need to have him in me. 

I knelt on the floor which had become soft and pliant. I caressed his 
manhood gently with long red nails. He lovingly pushed me down on my 
back and slipped his penis into me. I gasped with pleasure as he 
penetrated me. I could think of nothing but the joy of having him in me.

As a new female, perhaps I should have counted the orgasms I 
experienced, but I couldn't. They came in waves, one after another, 
forcing my mind into spasms of ecstasy. I wanted it to go on forever.

                                         


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                                        ***

 ...Better...

...Yes...

...Why?...

...Unknown...

                                        ***

I awoke slowly, sensing something was wrong. Then, I remembered. I was 
lying on a bed in the living quarters, my bare breasts just outside the 
satin sheets. I could feel something tied around my slender waist, and 
realized it was probably the g-string back in place. I turned over, 
feeling my ample breasts shift uncomfortably. Long red hair fell in 
front of my eyes, causing me to pull in out of the way with delicate 
hands. Andy was sleeping peacefully beside me.

Now I understood why the other transformed women were so reluctant to 
talk in detail about their experiences in the other room. I felt what 
they had felt: extreme regret and embarrassment. I was a man on the 
inside and a woman on the outside, but I had been forced to think like a 
woman in that room. No, I thought to myself. I hadn't just thought like 
a woman. I had thought like a bitch in heat. No woman of my acquaintance 
would have thrown herself at a man as I had. It was a male fantasy, like 
you would expect to see in an adult movie or read about in a skin 
magazine. I had seen films like that myself, but I had never expected to 
be an active participant in such an event, particularly from the female 
side.

I sat up and slid out of bed, mindful of the way I was dressed. Yet, 
there was nothing else for me to wear. I supposed I could wrap a sheet 
around me, but none of the other new girls had done so. If they could 
walk around like that, so could I.

I heard Andy stirring. He groaned softly and opened his eyes, staring at 
me. "Then it wasn't a dream."

"I wish it had been," I replied softly.

"Tony, I'm so sorry," he began, looking at me with pain in his eyes. "I 
just couldn't control myself. I didn't even really realize it was you at 
first, although I don't think it would have made any difference. I just 
had to have you. I've never felt a need that strong in my entire life."

"No apology is necessary," I assured him, sitting down on the bed next 
to him as I heard my sweet alto voice clearly for the first time.  "I 
wanted you every bit as much as you wanted me."

He shook his head in disbelief. "What's happening to us? I just sort of 
woke up, and there I was, back in that place we went into in Memphis to 
interview that stripper. What was the name of it?"      

"The Kitty Kat Klub," I replied. "They spelled it with K's instead of 
C's."

"Sure," Andy said brightly. "That way the redneck who ran it could have 
the initials KKK on everything and there was nothing anybody could do 
about it."

We were rolling now, forgetting for a moment what had transpired between 
us only a short time before. "And the stripper," I continued. "Her stage 
name was Candi Clit, and she had those silver fingernails and..." I 
suddenly looked down at my fingernails. They were silver - just like on 
the stripper in Memphis.

"Whatever it is, it's picking up scenes from our memories," Andy 
speculated.

"And maybe from our fantasies," I added. "Did you ever think about 
making it with Candi?"

"Of course," Andy replied. "I'm a red-blooded American male just like 
you. Oh, sorry, Tony. I wasn't thinking."

Very uncharacteristically, I patted his hand. It seemed right to do it 
somehow. "That's okay, Andy. Inside, I'm still Tony, all evidence to the 
contrary."

Lanny and Dawn came in. This time, Lanny was dressed like a Dallas 
Cowboys cheerleader and Don was completely nude. I guessed having just a 
g-string wasn't so bad after all. Vicki was next, dressed in a short 
leather skirt and halter top. the look each of them gave me was a "now 
you know" look. 

"Are you okay, Tony?" Vicki asked me with an arm around my bare 
shoulders.

I did my best to smile. "I'll be okay. It was just a little 
overwhelming."

"Damned male fantasies!" she growled. Poor Andy had to take it, being 
the only male in the room.

"So you think that what it is, too?" I asked.

"What else could it be?" she replied. "Every time we go into that... 
that play room, we're dressed like something out of an adult movie. 
Then, we have sex every way you can imagine. You didn't have to give him 
a blow job, did you, honey?"

I shook my head. I hadn't even thought about that possibility. I didn't 
want to think about it either.

"The real question," Andy said as the other men came into the room, "is 
why are they doing this?"

"That's easy," Vicki laughed. They're the Perverts From Space." She said 
it as if it were the tag line from a preview for a B science fiction 
movie.

"No," I countered. "It's not that easy. If they were doing it for cheap 
thrills, all they'd have to do is pick up some of the movies or visit a 
sex club."

"Maybe they're breeding us for some zoo in space," Don suggested.

"I doubt that," Andy replied. "It would have been a lot easier to pick 
up real females instead of making them. Why go to this much trouble?"

The other men joined us, and we kicked the idea around for a while but 
got nowhere. It just didn't seem to make any sense. They could use real 
women if they chose to do so. Vicki was proof of that. They were using 
her the same way they were using the transformed males. But why? Were 
they breeding us? It made sense in a way. Why else would they force us 
to have sex. But if they were breeding us, why go to all the trouble 
now? There were billions of people on Earth ripe for the taking. If they 
could get into our minds so easily, surely they knew that it would take 
nine months to see a result of the breeding. None of us thought the 
spaceship was going to sit there in the middle of the desert for none 
months while we produced babies.

After awhile, the group split up, each couple going back to its own room 
to get something to eat. I got a cheese Danish from a small silver tray 
which had suddenly appeared on a counter and a cup of coffee which had 
appeared with it. Both were very good. Whatever agency was doing this to 
us knew human tastes. Feeling almost normal for the first time since my 
transformation, I remarked on this to Andy.

"I don't think so," Andy said, munching on a cruller. "Frankly, I don't 
think any of this is here."

"Then what are we eating?" I asked. "Whatever this is, it takes the 
hunger away."

"True," he admitted. "But think about it. I doubt if they go down to the 
local bakery for this stuff. And what about the coffee? What flavor is 
yours?"

"Amaretto," I told him. "It's my favorite, too."

"Right. But There were two cups over there and you picked one at random. 
It just happened to be your favorite. I hate Amaretto, but I love a good 
French roast. Guess what kind of coffee I got."

"French roast," I replied without hesitation. I thought I knew where he 
was going with this. "So whatever they're feeding us becomes whatever we 
want it to be."

To my surprise, he shook his head. "I don't think they're feeding us 
anything at all. Think about it. Have you had the urge to go to the 
bathroom?"

I shuddered a little at that thought. No more standing up to pee for me. 
No more aiming. Now, I would just release and void. Or would I? "No, I 
guess I haven't."

"And when the others were showing us around, nobody mentioned where the 
bathrooms were. I don'' think there are any. None of this is real."

I was suddenly hopeful. "You mean, maybe we're not really here. Maybe 
this is just an elaborate dream?"

Andy sighed and dashed my hopes. "Sorry, Tony. I'm pretty sure it's not 
a dream. Whatever these aliens are doing with us, they need us to be 
physically here. You are as much a woman right now as you would have 
been if you were born that way. In fact, just looking at you, I think 
you are probably the most attractive woman your genetic history would 
have allowed for."

"So if I had been born female, odds are good I wouldn't have been Miss 
September here," I concluded, motioning to my feminine form.

"Exactly," Andy agreed. "You might have been this beautiful, but odds 
are good you would have been at least a little less sensational."

"Okay, but we're digressing," I remarked, getting excited. This was like 
old times with Andy and I working through a problem after hours at the 
office. For the moment, I could almost forget that I was now a beautiful 
woman showing more flesh than a Baywatch episode. "How are they keeping 
us alive, and why don't we need to defecate?"

"That's two questions," Andy pointed out, "but the answers are related. 
I think they're infusing the energy we need to live directly into our 
bodies. Then they get rid of the 'wastes' the same way. They're not real 
wastes, of course, since most of the energy is directly absorbed into 
our systems. What is left over probably becomes our rather limited 
wardrobes. Nothing is wasted."

I was about to answer when my entire mental processes went haywire. My 
mind just blanked out, and I realized as the light dimmed, then suddenly 
returned, that I was back in the play room. I was on a beach, a warm 
tropical sun beaming down on me. In the distance, I could see a warm sea 
rolling back and forth against a smooth white expanse of sand. There was 
something between my toes. As I looked down, I could see that they were 
now painted a delicate pink and were surrounded by fine sand that wedged 
itself up between the toes. 

I was actually wearing clothing, I realized with some relief, but it 
wasn't like anything I had ever worn before. I was wearing a silky 
blouse, torn in several strategic places, allowing my full breasts to 
poke through. I seemed to be lacking a bra. A tattered short navy blue 
skirt covered a little of my bare legs, and the soft tropical breeze 
which flowed under it told me I was wearing nothing else. I looked like 
a shipwreck survivor. 

I could hear footsteps behind me muffled by the sand. I turned, feeling 
the sway of my hair and the pull of large earrings as I did. It was 
Andy, of course, his own clothes in tatters, displaying a manly chest 
and a bulge in his torn pants. I shuddered in anticipation as we 
embraced...

I woke up in our living quarters again. There wasn't the shock of being 
female I had experienced before. It was becoming normal if not natural 
to be female. Also, as a reminder, my right nipple was still a little 
sore. Andy had gotten a bit exuberant and nipped at it. It felt almost 
as if there was an earthquake when he had done so. I had felt the ground 
move under me. That wasn't a sexual allusion. I really had felt the 
ground move. Of course, when he entered me a few minutes later, the 
ground moved in a sexual way as well.

I looked over at Andy as he slept peacefully. I knew we were being 
forced to do this, but I thought how fortunate I was that Andy was such 
a gentle lover. When he entered me, there was never any pain or 
discomfort. It was as if we were a perfect fit. If I had been born a 
woman, I would have wanted a lover just like Andy.

If I had been born a woman. I mulled that over in my mind. I hadn't been 
born a woman, but here I was, changed into one, and a very beautiful one 
at that. I giggled to the thought of walking into the First Contact Team 
headquarters dressed as I was right now. At least when they joked and 
called me Scully now, the name fit. Although, I thought looking down at 
my new form, if anything, I was better looking than Gillian Anderson. 

Things were changing in my mind. I could understand that now. No wonder 
I had originally thought that Lanny and Don had always been girls. It 
wasn't just the unlikelihood of the transformation they had experienced. 
They were slowly but surely becoming female in mind as well as in body. 
As the new hormones flowed through their bodies, they would move and 
think and act more and more like natural women with each passing cycle 
through the play room. So would I. Mrs. Winter's little boy Tony was 
going to be sugar and spice and everything nice within days. 

Unless we found a way out.

We were still on Earth, I was sure. There were many empty rooms still to 
be filled. Would the ship wait patiently for more men to fall into its 
trap? I suspected it would. Experience had taught it that man's natural 
curiosity meant that there was always someone out there who had to 
experience the unknown. I wondered who would be next, but I didn't have 
long to wait.

All of us gathered in the corridor at the sound of voices. We were 
greeted by the sight of two men in camouflage fatigues. Both carried 
side arms at the ready. They gaped in awe at the sight of the semi-nude 
captives. "Who are you people?" the shorter of the two men demanded.

We all introduced ourselves at once. The fact that the two men were 
armed was hopeful. Perhaps we were about to be rescued. I'm sure all of 
us who had been changed into women even had a momentary thought that 
perhaps we could get changed back into men again.

"All right, people!" the officer, for we could now see he was an Air 
Force captain, yelled. 

We were all quiet at once.

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Andy and I waited as each of the captives told their story briefly. The 
captain looked incredulous at the idea of sex changes, but he listened, 
then went on to the next person. When it came to be our turn, I told the 
captain, "This is Andy King and I'm Tony Winter of the First Contact 
Team."

He frowned. "The FCT is Top Secret! What are you doing discussing it in 
front of these civilians?"

I was reminded of a younger version of Colonel Flagg on MASH. "I don't 
see any reason to keep the FCT a secret from these people," I said 
dryly. "I think they know there are aliens on earth by now."

"You guys think you're so smart," he growled. "Well, it looks to me like 
you weren't so smart after all. I believe I read that Tony Winter was a 
male."

I blushed in embarrassment. He had me there. Of course, he was a good 
three inches shorter than the sergeant who was with him. I had a feeling 
he wouldn't be laughing for long, unless he knew a way out of there.

He didn't. As we exchanged information, we realized they were trapped as 
well. They had waited for us until mid morning. Then, the captain and 
the sergeant had gotten too close for their own good. They found 
themselves trapped.

"Then we heard that terrible sound," Sergeant Pete Caldwell said. He was 
a tall man with a ruddy complexion and hair almost as red as my own. "I 
thought I was going to go deaf."

"Then we woke up out there in the passageway," Captain Dan Yale added as 
he finally pocketed his weapon. I would not have been surprised to find 
that it didn't work in the ship anyway.

"Then we've all experienced the same things," Andy concluded.

"Not quite," Vicki said.

We all looked at her with surprise.

"You mentioned a loud, uncomfortable sound," she continued. "I didn't 
hear anything when I was brought in here."

I knew her hearing had to be normal. It was something for which all 
military personnel were checked regularly. How could she have not heard 
it? As I was pondering that, Lanny said, "Wait a minute, Captain. You 
said you came in here mid morning?"

"That's right," the Captain said. "We entered the perimeter at 0900 
hours."

Oh no! I thought. We had been through two cycles in the play room in 
less than nine hours. That meant the cycle was getting shorter. We all 
looked at each other with the same thought. Now, instead of four times a 
day in the room having unbridled sex, we would be there perhaps six 
times a day. Would the cycle compress still more? Probably, we all 
realized. 

We didn't have any time to discuss it, though. Everyone in the room 
stiffened and began their robotic walk back to their own rooms. My last 
thought before I entered the play room was to wonder what Captain Yale 
would look like when we were done...

...This time, I awoke to find myself wearing a very revealing black 
cocktail dress, high black heels, and black seamed stockings. I knew I 
was wearing a garter belt, but no panties. I was in a ballroom that 
looked vaguely familiar, with large windows open to a veranda that 
overlooked a moonlit sea. I was dancing with Andy, who wore a black 
tuxedo but no tie. His shirt was open half way down his chest. I ran my 
hands over his hairy chest, thinking about what we were going to do on 
the dance floor while the invisible orchestra played on...

                                ***

...Phase One complete?...

...Nearly...

...Problems?...

...Minor...

...Time required...

...One more cycle...

...Excellent...

                                ***

I awoke suddenly. I was lying on top of the bed I my dress and heels. 
Well, at least my breasts were covered for once, I thought, although the 
dress showed more cleavage than I would have liked. At least the 
material was soft, for I had no bra. I had made love as a woman in three 
different scenarios and had yet to wear a bra, I realized grimly.

I jumped up to the sound of a scream in the next room. I rushed in to 
find a new woman lying in bed beside Sergeant Caldwell. I suppressed the 
urge to ask our new female captain if she felt like laughing at me now. 
Captain Yale had become a very small woman, not over five one. She had 
long brown hair, more vibrant than it had been when she was a man. Her 
breasts were unusually large for such a small frame. She was wearing a 
French cut bikini which stuck out in all the right places. She was also 
hyperventilating. 

"Just take it easy, sir," the sergeant was saying.

"This can't be real!" she gasped, her breasts heaving. "I can't be a 
woman. I just can't be!"

He - or rather she - who laughs last laughs best, I thought 
uncharitably. I knew what she was going through, though. The whole idea 
was a little overwhelming, especially since she had probably just 
awakened from a little rendezvous on some romantic beach with the 
sergeant.

Don went over to her and put a comforting arm around her shoulders. I 
couldn't help but think of what a feminine gesture it was, and he had 
only been a girl a day more than I.

We had all gathered in the Captain's room. We were starting to look like 
guests at some sort of costume party. There I was in a skimpy cocktail 
dress with Andy in his tieless tux. The Captain was in a bikini while 
the Sergeant was in tight-fitting trunks. I had to pull my eyes away 
from his substantial crotch. Don was wearing a black bustier and black 
mesh hose and Lanny was wearing nothing at all. Jay and Kevin were clad 
in boxers which did nothing to hide their sex. Vicki and Sergeant Bennet 
were actually wearing outfits that looked like Air Force uniforms which 
had been designed by a porno movie director. If the consequences for all 
of us hadn't been so serious, it would have been laughable.

But the consequences were very serious, I realized. Those of us who had 
been changed were becoming more female by the minute. I couldn't look at 
any of the men without looking at the bulge in their pants.  If this 
kept up, I wouldn't need to go into a trance to go to the play room. I 
would go there willingly, dragging any man I could find in with me. I 
felt a tingle between my legs as if in confirmation of my thoughts.

Watching Lanny and Don and the entirely feminine way in which they moved 
and talked, I knew I had only a few hours before I didn't care anymore. 
I would be too comfortable in my new womanhood to seek escape. What 
would happen to all of us then? Would we just be happy little sex 
slaves? It was obviously what our captors had planned for us. They would 
make us as comfortable as possible and...

Two insignificant incidents suddenly linked together in my mind. 
"Vicki," I asked at once, "did you say you never heard the painful 
sounds?"

She looked at me as if I were crazy. "No, I never heard any loud or 
painful sounds."

"None at all?" I pressed. "None just before you got here, or right after 
you got here?"

"No means no," she confirmed, a little irritated. "Is it important?"

"I think so," I replied slowly, still trying to put the pieces together. 
"Is there anyone else who didn't feel the sounds?"

There was only silence. So that meant all of the men had heard them 
while our one woman did not. But what were the sounds unless...

Andy saw where I was going. "Sergeant Bennet," he began, "the 
experiences you're having with Ms Romero - are they your fantasies?"

"What are you saying?" Sergeant Bennet boomed.

"Look, Sergeant," Andy said in a soothing tone, "we're trying to put all 
of this together and we don't have much time. In another hour - two at 
the outside - we'll all be back into another fantasy, unless we can 
figure out a way to stop them. Now tell us: are they your fantasies?"

"No," he said softly.

"What are your fantasies?" Andy pressed.

Sergeant Bennet shifted uncomfortably. "I believe the official policy 
now is don't ask, don't tell, Dr. King."

Captain Yale's beautiful eyes widened. "You're gay? That's still against 
the rules, Sergeant. I'll -"

"There's nothing to be done, Captain," Andy said with authority. "We're 
trying to solve our problem here. The military's petty regulations don't 
count for much right now, do they, Ma'am?"

The other Air Force personnel snickered at Andy's use of the term 
"ma'am." Captain Yale, realizing her accusation would not be supported 
outside the room, had at least enough intelligence to shut up.

"Are they your fantasies?" I asked Vicki.

To my surprise, she laughed. "No, Tony, they aren't mine either."

"They're mine," Lanny said suddenly.

"All of them?" Vicki blurted.

Lanny shook her head. "No, just the ones Jay and I are living and 
apparently, the ones Vicki and Norm are going through."

"I thought they were my fantasies," Jay said suddenly.

"All normal males have the same fantasies when you get right down to 
it," Andy explained. "All boys grow up reading the same magazines and 
looking at the same pictures. It stands to reason all men have at least 
some of the same sexual fantasies."

"Then you're saying the fantasies are coming from those of us who were 
changed into women?" I asked. Then, after a moment, I answered my own 
question. "Of course! Andy, the ballroom we were in?"

He nodded.

"It's in a country club out on Long Island. When my parents were still 
alive, they used to take me there. So it was based on my memories - my 
fantasies, if you will." I found my face flushing. It was one thing to 
be turned into a female version of myself, but it was something else 
again to be subject to my own male fantasies of how I should be acting. 
A look at Don and even Captain Yale told me they were thinking similar 
thoughts.

"So how does knowing any of this help us?" Lanny asked.

"My guess," Andy speculated, "is that we were probed to find scenarios 
which would maximize pleasure for the females. These creatures have no 
way of knowing that to maximize pleasure for females, you have to ask a 
female. The question we need to answer is why Vicki wasn't probed like 
we were. That would have been the easiest way for them to learn."

"I have an idea." Everyone looked at me expectantly. "Look, Andy, do you 
remember during the shipwreck scenario when you... when you nipped my 
breast?"

"Uh, yes," Andy said. I had to admit he was cute, looking so embarrassed 
and all.

"Well," I continued, "I felt a quake then, as if the scene was 
unraveling a little bit. You know how it is when you're in the middle of 
a dream and the scene begins to break down? That's the way it felt 
there."

"So?" Captain Yale said. "How does that help us?"

"A couple more questions first," I replied. "Have there been any really 
kinky S&M scenarios?"

Everyone shook their heads uncomfortably.

"Oral sex?"

Again everyone shook their heads.

"Doesn't that strike all of you as strange? Surely someone here is into 
that sort of thing." To my surprise, it was Captain Yale who reddened. I 
let it go by, though. "You see, nothing can happen to us that interferes 
with the pleasurable feelings of the female."

"I see," Andy said slowly. "They're using - maybe even feeding off of 
women's emotions during sex. That strengthens them."

"Yes," I agreed, "and unpleasant, painful sensations disrupt that flow 
of positive energy. That even explains why they set up shop out here in 
the desert. Here, they can control us in small numbers as they build up 
their strength. If they had landed closer to a population center, they 
would have been overwhelmed by the violence and fear. They can read 
everyone's emotions, but they can only feed off the emotions of females. 
Every battered wife or girlfriend, every woman undergoing childbirth, 
every physically painful experience of every woman would be open to them 
in a city. It would probably be enough to destroy them."

Andy shook his head. "I should have seen this. They're using some 
combination of pheromones and mind control to cause us to act this way. 
I should have seen it."

"Possibly," I allowed, "but at the heart of the matter, Andy, it falls 
in my area. It's a communications problem. You notice they aren't doing 
anything to control this conversation? I doubt if it even occurs to them 
that these sounds we're making have anything to do with communication. 
Either they consider it too primitive a form of communication to deal 
with, or they lack the ability to hear at all."

Andy's eyes lit up. "You're right! When we're in the play room, we never 
speak. They haven't bothered to give us a script.  We just see each 
other and react."

"Okay," Sergeant Bennet said. "Let's say that you're right about this. 
How does it help us?"

It was a good question, but I thought I had the answer. I slipped off my 
heels. "Andy, come over here and step on my foot."

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"What?"

"Just do it," I said between my teeth. "Only don't make it too obvious 
that you're doing it on purpose. And try not to break my foot."

Andy followed instructions to the letter. He walked nonchalantly to my 
side and stepped carefully but firmly on my foot, bringing a grimace of 
pain to my face. As he did, the walls of our room shimmered and 
momentarily disappeared before reforming. Everyone gasped in shock as 
they saw it happen.


                                        ***

...Alert...

...Reforming...

...Accident?...

...Likely...

...Delay Phase Two?...

...No. Thousands waiting. Energy required...

...Confirm Phase Two after next cycle...

                                        ***

"So how do we stop them?" Lanny asked. "And how do we get away?"

"First, we need to understand one thing," I warned everyone. "This isn't 
a rescue; it's an escape. That means we'll get out of here as we are 
now. For some of us, that's fine, but for the rest of us, we'll be stuck 
as women for the rest of our lives. Does everyone understand what that 
means?"

Everyone managed to nod, even Captain Yale.

"Now," I explained, "what we have to do is endure pain. Whatever has 
done this to us can't tolerate pain in females."

"So what do we do?" Lanny asked.

I stopped to think it out for a minute. There would probably only be one 
chance to do this. If it didn't work right, the aliens would probably 
find a way to prevent us from ever doing it again. The pain had to be 
real and intense, and delivered at the moment in which our captors were 
most receptive to our attempt. "I think they are most vulnerable as we 
are having sex," I told them. "They must open up somehow to take in the 
full impact from our emotions, so that's when we'll have to do it."

"But we're like zombies then," Vicki pointed out. "How will we be able 
to control ourselves?"

"You won't," Andy said, "but we men may be able to."

"Why? Because you're bigger and stronger?" Vicki sneered.

"Andy replied, "No, because they don't care if we're in pain or not. If 
we're in pain, we may be able to focus long enough to cause pain to you 
women. That may be our only hope."

"But how will we do that?" Don asked.

"Simple," Andy answered. "When you start to feel yourselves falling 
under the hypnotic influence, kick us in the balls."

"What?" almost everyone yelled at once.

Andy looked at us all seriously. "Listen, we probably don't have much 
time to discuss this. As women, you're all too weak to do much physical 
damage to any of us. But most of you were men once. Weren't you ever 
kicked in the balls?"

I had been. It was hard to imagine now. In just a few hours, the void 
between my legs had begun to feel normal. I tried to remember what it 
had been like to have a penis and testicles. With a little imagination, 
I was able to do it. I remembered a pickup soccer game back in college. 
I was charging at the ball when my opponent did a high kick catching me 
right on the nuts. I crumpled to the ground, gasping in pain. I was out 
of action for the next ten minutes or so, and my balls were sore for a 
day. Andy was right. It was the only injury we could give them that 
might overcome the hypnotic effect.

We broke up into pairs and waited outside our respective play rooms for 
what seemed like hours. I don't know who was more uptight, Andy or me. I 
was uptight at the thought of once more being forced to make love to my 
best friend. Andy, on the other hand, looked uptight over the idea of 
getting kicked in the balls. Returning to the memory of being kicked in 
my balls versus the unexpected pleasure of making love as a woman, I 
finally decided it was Andy who had more reason to be concerned.

The feeling started again. It was a feeling of slipping into a trance. I 
had only moments to react. As I brought my foot up in the arc toward 
Andy's crotch, I heard a masculine scream in the next room. Lanny had 
connected, so Jay should be in control. 

I felt my new, smaller foot connect with Andy's crotch. I thought the 
poor man was actually going to pass out as he grunted and bent over...

...It was the cabin of an airliner - First Class no less, and I was 
wearing a parody of a flight attendant's uniform with a low cut jacket 
that did nothing to hide even the tops of my nipples. My skirt was so 
short that my garters were visible, attached to sheer, almost black 
stockings. I was balanced on long four-inch heels as I approached an 
occupied seat. I was carrying a little china cup filled with coffee on a 
small serving tray as I swiveled up the aisle. A little voice in the 
back of my mind told me this was going to be a "coffee , tea, or me" 
fantasy.

Andy was sitting in one of the large leather First Class chairs. I 
smiled at him, but to my surprise, he didn't smile back. Provocatively, 
I opened my jacket wider so he could see my full breasts. I expected him 
to get up slowly and massage my tingling nipples. Then, we would sink 
back down into the leather seat and - 

He jumped up, his face contorted in pain, and slapped me hard across the 
face, causing me to spill the hot coffee all over my hands.

                                ***

...Augh!!...

...What? Ahhhh!!...

                                ***

He threw me back against the next row of seats, twisting my back, his 
face still in pain, but with a determined look. What had I done to 
displease him? I felt a pain in my ankle as he pushed me to the ground. 
Before I could stop him, his hands were on my throat. Then, something 
strange happened. The cabin began to shimmer and disappear. 

                                ***

...Overload!...

...Uncontrolled Reaction!...

...Reality Breakdown!...

...Can't control!...

...Gone!...

                                ***

I was starting to pass out, but I was regaining control of my mind. I 
was lying on the ground in the desert, the hot afternoon sun beating 
down on me as Andy continued to choke me. I was naked, as was Andy, and 
looking about, I could see several other couples in a similar condition.

"Enough!" I managed to croak, just before I passed out.

It was cool when I awakened, but that was the only pleasant sensation. I 
felt pain in a foot and ankle, my back was sore, and my neck felt as if 
someone had tried to twist my head off. Still in a drugged stupor, I 
managed to move my hand between my legs. There was only a slit there, I 
realized. Whatever had happened, I was still female. I guessed I would 
have to learn to live with it. I groaned.

"She's coming around," a familiar voice called. It was Andy. I felt a 
woman's hand feeling the pulse in my neck. Then, she opened one of my 
eyes into the dim light and called for a doctor. The first sight I 
really focused on, though, was Andy standing behind her.

He smiled. "You're in the hospital. You're going to be okay."

"Did you have to choke so hard?" I managed to rasp.

"I'm sorry," he said, taking one of my hands and enclosing it in his now 
much larger one.

"It's okay," I managed before passing out again.



                                EPILOGUE

That was the last I saw of Andy for more than a month. By the time I was 
awake and coherent, the FCT had moved me to a little private hospital in 
Northern California. It was pleasant enough on the surface, but in fact, 
it was a government operation. Anyone who got past the gated entry half 
a mile from the main building would have believed it to be a haven for 
the well-to-do, nestled as it was in a small valley only a few hundred 
yards from the ocean. Inside, though, were labs, examining rooms, and 
offices and one of the finest teams of psychiatrists and psychologists 
in the world.

It was there that I and my fellow female captives had been taken, and it 
was there that we learned how to be women. Vicki, although a woman from 
the start, was allowed to join us. I think it was mostly to let us know 
that being a woman was normal, and to give us a real woman to bond with.

It must have worked. After a couple of weeks of therapy, no stranger 
would have ever believed that four of the five women sunning themselves 
in revealing bikinis every afternoon by the pool had ever been men. We 
tanned, swam, read romance novels, drank wine coolers, traded makeup 
tips, and giggled and gossiped as if we had been female forever.

They taught us to dress, do makeup, select jewelry, and all the other 
things our mothers would have taught us if we had been born female. They 
taught us about our bodies, helped us through our first periods, and 
treated us like the women we had become. Even Captain Yale got into the 
swing of things.

They debriefed us as well. The pain had done its work. When we appeared 
there on the desert floor, all traces of the alien ship had disappeared, 
like dust blown on the wind. We would probably never know who or what 
they were, but we all had the feeling that if the creatures had 
succeeded  in their experiments with us, the Earth would have been in 
considerable danger of enslavement. I don't know why we all thought 
that. Maybe it was just women's intuition.

When the government had learned all they could from us and given us the 
information we needed to live as women, they began to disburse us back 
to normal lives. In the case of Lanny and Don, the new Lanni and Dawn 
joined their friends Kevin and Jay at Arizona State. Their families had 
been moved and given new identities and careers so that no one could 
ever connect them with the two boys who had disappeared. Vicki and Norm 
returned to their Air Force duties, as did Sergeant Caldwell, but 
Captain Yale was now too short to be an Air Force officer. I learned 
from one of the doctors, though, that she had accepted a new assignment 
in the intelligence community. 

That just left me, and I knew where I was going. I had already talked to 
Del, and my old job was waiting for me back at the FCT. So on a warm, 
sunny California day, it was Toni Winter who stood in the lobby wearing 
a tailored navy suit with a fashionably short skirt, two-inch heels, a 
silk blouse, and tasteful gold jewelry. My hair had been trimmed and 
styled, and I'm sure that none of the men in the lobby who were casting 
appreciative glances in my direction had any idea that a couple of 
months before, I had been as male as they were.

A man I recognized walked into the lobby looking around. I was happy to 
see it was Andy. He looked at me, his face brightening. "Tony? Is that 
you?"

I smiled at him. "Yes, but it's Toni with an 'i' now." He looked 
surprised as I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. As I said, our 
training and therapy had been very good.

A chauffeured government car took us the short distance to the small 
airfield that serviced the facility. The same corporate jet which had 
taken us to Desert View a few weeks before stood at the ready to take us 
both back to St Louis. We had said little to each other before takeoff, 
but once we taxied out and the engines roared to full power, Andy broke 
the silence.

"I've got to warn you, Toni," Andy said as soon as we were airborne, 
"the guys in the office are planning to greet you with a big cake that 
says 'Welcome Back, Scully' on it."

"Sounds like fun," I replied from behind him. I knew he was surprised. I 
had always hated being called "Scully" before, but now, it seemed to 
fit. He swiveled his seat to see me standing there, a cup of coffee in 
my hand held out on a little serving tray for him. His eyes went wide as 
he looked first in my eyes and then at my breasts where I had carefully 
unbuttoned my silk blouse to display them to their best advantage. He 
could say nothing, so I continued softly, "The last time I tried to 
serve you coffee like this, you weren't very nice."

I sat down on his lap, not at all surprised to feel a large bulge 
beneath me. I put my arms around him and smiled. "Are you going to be 
nicer this time?"

He was.


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