Frankie & The Aliens
				    by
			       Carol Collins

	Frank lay down a heavy beat as the lights flashed on the stage. His
bass guitar seemed to have a life of its own as the band played another
song for their appreciative fans. They were in the largest night club in
New Jersey and it was packed with people of all types who had come to hear
them perform. And, they were getting their money's worth.
	Frank began to sing as his eyes were once again drawn to the
beautiful blonde standing at the foot of the stage. The lead guitarist had
pointed her out to Frank during their last break. Frank was kidded about
having his first groupie. He had always been shy around women but was
captivated by the lovely woman that had eyes for only him. She followed his
every movement with seemingly great interest. She watched his fingers on
the frets of the neck of the bass and only looked away long enough to gaze
momentarily at his face.
	The next song was a slow one and Frank was the lead singer. Frank
found himself singing the love song to the gorgeous woman as if she were
the only woman in the room. He felt that he had seen her somewhere before,
but could not decide when or where. She looked to be in her early
twenties. Her very blonde hair was about shoulder length. Her face was
beautiful. Her breasts appeared to be very large. Her flower print low cut
dress was mini dress short and displayed her long curvy legs. A pair of
high heel sandals were strapped to her small delicate feet. Her long
fingernails and her toenails were a bright crimson color. She had
repeatedly turned down offers to dance and had not moved from her position
next to the stage. Her eyes flashed as she smiled up at him. Frank fell
instantly in love with the stranger in the skimpy flower print mini dress.
	At six foot tall with a rather burly build, a beard and a ruggedly
handsome face, Frank should have been able to pick up girls almost anytime
that he wanted. However, Frank had been so shy around women, that most had
ended up thinking of him more as a friend and as a protector rather than as
a potential lover. As he looked into the eyes of the smiling blonde, he
sensed that tonight would be his lucky night.
	Two more songs and the set was over. Frank put his guitar away in
its case before turning to see if the blonde was still waiting. She was!
His insides tensed up just as it always did when he had an opportunity with
a pretty girl that showed an interest. He swallowed hard as he walked to
the steps leading from the stage. When he reached the main floor, she was
waiting for him with a smile on her gorgeous face.
	Frank could see that she was even more beautiful close up than she
had appeared from a distance. His mouth went dry as she spoke to him,
"Hello. I just had to say that I think you are a great performer. I love
the way you play your guitar and I also think that your voice is
marvelous."
	Frank stuttered awkwardly, "T-h-a-n-k y-o-u." Then he ducked his
head and tried to escape. Why did he always have to freeze up when he met a
pretty girl? His face was red as he tried to go around her. His guitar case
was carried by his left hand. She slipped her lithe arm around his muscular
right arm and walked with him. The band's drummer passed them and winked at
Frank as he saw how well Frank was doing with the hot looking blonde chick.
	"My name is Frankie. I already know your name is Frank." The girl
said in a light musical voice as she accompanied him out of the club. Frank
knew her from somewhere! He tried to remember where. "I was wondering if I
could ask a favor. I don't have a car and could use a ride back to my
hotel."
	Frank's heart raced as he thought about there being just the two of
them in his Blazer. It was Friday night and he had the next day off from
work. With no where to go in the morning, maybe something would happen
tonight? Frankie picked up her coat at the check in counter on the way to
the parking lot.
	As Frank held the passenger door for the blonde, her dress rode up
her thigh most of the way to the top of her shapely nylon covered thigh. He
saw the reinforced band at the top of her thigh top stockings and an inch
of white thigh exposed above it. He remembered this style of dress being
popular when he was a small boy. Even the hairstyle and shoes were from the
late seventies and early eighties. He realized that Frankie must be a
retro-chick.
	Frank drove them to the fanciest hotel in town. It did not take
much persuasion to talk Frank into going to the hotel bar for a night-cap
before going on home. Frank was surprised to find that she drank his brand
of beer. Twenty minutes of small talk later, they were in the
elevator. Frankie had asked him to accompany her to her room to make sure
that she arrived safely.
	Frank found himself inside of her room with the door closed before
he knew what was happening. He was amazed at his good fortune and did not
notice that Frankie was almost as nervous and as unsure of herself as he
was of himself. When she reached up, took his head in her small feminine
and graceful hands, she pulled his lips down to her own. Her lips were soft
and warm as they kissed for the first time.
	Frankie slid her thin arms around his neck as his arms enfolded her
trim but shapely form. Frank loved the feeling of her large round breasts
as they were pressed against him. He was infatuated by the blonde as their
lips lingered on each other. She was by far the sexiest woman that Frank
had ever kissed. She snuggled her body against his and he was embarrassed
by his erection. He knew she could feel it making its presence known as it
expanded between them. She did not shrink away from the enlarging tool.
	Frankie's behavior and Frank's erection emboldened him. He found
the tab of the zipper at the back of the cute flower print dress and slowly
pulled it all the way down. The metallic hissing sound from the zipper
caused even more blood to rush to Frank's penis. Instead of getting mad,
Frankie shrugged the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The dress had a
built in brassiere and as it slipped downward, her firm globular tits were
freed. Frank looked down at them in amazement as he swallowed.
	Frank's hands were drawn to the gravity defying boobs and his
fingers caused the large pink nipples to become erect. They were nearly an
inch long and almost an inch across. He had never seen such a perfect pair
of breasts even in the men's magazines that he had seen. Now, they were his
to play with! Frank dipped his head down to gently suck on one of the
swollen pink nipples. His efforts were rewarded by a high pitched moan from
deep in the throat of his sexual partner for the evening.
	As Frank concentrated on each of the excited nipples, Frankie slid
her dress over her hips and let it flutter to the floor to land in a silken
pool around her tiny high heeled feet. She stood in the six foot burly
man's arms in her pink ruffled silk bikini panties, a pair of tan thigh
high stockings, high heel shoes and a few items of jewelry. As Frank's
large hands roamed over her silk ruffle covered rounded buttocks, he
decided that he had to be the luckiest guy in the world tonight.
	Frankie's hands had not been idle. She had felt of his large bulge
and had unzipped his pants. Her tiny hand delved into his trousers and
pulled out his long thick cock. Both hands stroked the large penis until it
was as hard as iron. She found herself dropping to her knees in front of
the musician. Frankie had never seen a male penis from this angle. She had
never given head. Tonight would be the first for many things for her. She
extended her small pink tongue and licked the small drop of viscous fluid
from the tip of the massive penis pulsating in her caressing hands.
	Frankie tasted of the pre cum and found it to be likable. Her soft
red lips opened and she took the purplish dome shaped head into her warm
moist mouth. As her hands stroked the shaft of the penis, her tongue
swirled around the head of Frank's erection. No one had ever made Frank
feel this good! His massive fingers intertwined in the long blonde hair as
he began to urge her to take more and more down her sucking throat.
	Frank felt the signs of an approaching orgasm and tried to push the
blonde's head away from his pulsating penis. She held on firmly and
continued to bring his semen to a boil. He had wanted to stop her so that
they could cum together. Frankie evidently had other ideas as she continued
to bob her head up and down on the very sensitive head of his swollen cock.
	Frank's balls fired pulse after pulse of man juice into the throat
of the beautiful woman on her knees before him. His head reeled and his
body shook as his knees nearly buckled. She suctioned every last drop from
his orgasm before she released his penis from her wet mouth. He was dizzy
as he looked down into her pretty face and saw her cream covered lips as
she kissed and licked his still swollen penis. She smiled up at him as he
slowly waddled to the bed and collapsed onto the soft mattress. Frankie
rose to her feet and moved to lie beside of Frank.
	Frank placed a muscular arm around the shoulders of the woman that
had just given him the best blow job that he had ever received. He felt
guilty because she had not been satisfied. He turned toward her and slipped
down on the bed to take her over-sized pink nipples into his mouth
again. One of Frank's hands moved to the pink silk ruffled bikini panties
and began to massage the front of her vagina through the silk material. He
could tell that she was beginning to breathe heavily as he massaged her
pubic mound.
	Frank could feel the silk cloth getting moist and slipped his hand
down the front of the silk panties. He began a light side to side motion
across Frankie's stiff little clitoris and was rewarded with a soft excited
moan from her. His lips increased the suctioning on her turgid nipples as
she became more and more excited. In less than five minutes, The gorgeous
girl was having her climax. Frank loved the feeling of power that he
experienced as he made what he believed to be the most beautiful girl in
the world cum.
	Frank moved on down between Frankie's legs and pulled her pink
panties down over her bottom, her nylon covered legs and over one of her
high heel shoes. They had gotten hung on the straps of her left shoe, so he
left them dangling from her left ankle in his haste to bury his lips in her
juicy slit. His beard tickled the insides of her thighs as she stroked her
long delicate fingers through his dark hair. Within another five minutes,
Frankie was cumming for the second time.
	Frank climbed to his feet and hurriedly removed his remaining
clothing. Frankie looked with longing at his fully recovered male
member. It was thick and long and she was eager for it to be buried in her
delicate tummy. Frank moved into position over her and reached down with
one hand to guide his love missile to its warm wet target. Frankie's eyes
rolled back in her head as the stiff cock disappeared inside of her vagina.
	 The matted hair on Frank's chest rubbed against Frankie's
sensitive nipples as he sank the last inch of his tool into the almost out
of her head blonde. Frankie found it natural to wrap her legs around the
waist of the man that was making love to her. She had never known that such
sensations existed.
	After already having one orgasm, Frank was able to postpone his
next climax for over twenty five minutes. By the time that he had pumped
her womb full of baby making seed, she had cum six more times. Both
collapsed on the bed and lay still, panting for breath, as they
recovered. Frank saw the loving way that Frankie was looking at him. He
almost asked her to marry him. He decided to put that off until the third
date. Maybe the second?
	Frank and Frankie lay together just listening to each other
breathe. No words were necessary for either of them. Frank had never formed
a bond this strong with any woman before tonight.  The silence was
shattered by the annoying sound of Frank's beeper. He had taken a job as a
dispatcher for a major delivery service and they had given him a beeper to
carry. Business depended on the timely delivery of goods and he was one of
the main trouble shooters. Unfortunately, most musicians have day jobs to
pay the bills, and this was Frank's. He had decided to ignore the page, and
had even silenced the beeper. A minute later, it went off again. He knew
that they only called twice in a row in a dire emergency. He reluctantly
picked up the telephone and called dispatch central.
	A multi-million dollar contract was in jeopardy of being canceled
if a shipment was not found in the next four hours. His supervisor said he
had to come in right away. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" thought Frank. "Not now! Not
tonight!" He was the only one that knew the routes well enough to be able
to trace down the truck of missing materials. And, he knew it. He
reluctantly told his boss that he would be there within an hour.
	He began to stammer out an explanation of what had happened only to
find that Frankie seemed to understand, although, she did seem upset over
something. They arose from the bed and, after a few moments for each of
them in the bathroom, they put on their clothing. Frank tried to talk
Frankie into staying in bed where she was comfortable, but she insisted on
walking him to his Blazer. They held hands as they walked to the elevator,
kissed while waiting on it to arrive at their floor, kissed again on the
elevator as it descended to the basement parking garage, and held hands as
they walked to the automobile.
	Frank asked for Frankie's home telephone number. He was told that
she did not have one. She told him that they would be together, always. He
kissed her after giving her his number and her promising that they would
meet again. He drove off without seeing the tear slowly rolling down her
cheek.
	It was a twenty minute drive from the hotel to the dispatching
office. Frank never arrived. On a deserted stretch of road connecting the
two towns, there was a collision. Frank barely saw the ball of fire
plummeting from the sky before it hit his Blazer. He was killed instantly
in the fiery crash.

				*******

	Frank slowly opened his eyes. He was aware of the cold
surroundings. The lighting was bright, but it was cold. He turned his head
to see two figures working on some strange machinery next to where he was
lying. He blinked his eyes several times as he tried to focus on the
figures. He knew that what he was seeing was not possible!
	The beings, and beings was the appropriate term, that were working
on him were about four foot tall, had large round white hairless heads,
large black oval eyes, slender bodies and wore some type of aluminum foil
looking clothing. He had no idea of where he was, but he felt certain that
he was no longer in New Jersey.
	A door opened and another figure entered the room. This one was
taller than the other two. It moved to where Frank was lying and inspected
him. It surprised him when it spoke to him in almost perfect English in a
soft lilting voice, "How do you feel?"
	Frank managed to answer after a few minutes. "I'm cold. Where am
I?" His teeth were chattering. An adjustment was made by one of the shorter
beings and the room warmed up within seconds. He asked where he was again.
	"You are on board our space craft. There was an accident. One of
our ships crash landed on your planet and you were, shall we say,
incapacitated. Three of our ships have been shot down by your military over
the past few decades. The one last night was unexpected. However, we have
learned to clean up all debris from a crash site before Earthlings can get
there."
	"Since Humans have been officially classified as intelligent life
forms, although it took years of study for the decision to be arrived at,
we are not allowed to cause the premature termination of Human life. We
rescued you from the wreckage of your vehicle so that we could restore you
to life. Unfortunately, your life signs had already ceased to exist by the
time we got there."
	Frank was shocked to hear the explanation. He was held down on the
machine by some kind of force field. He wanted to get up but could not
move. The alien continued, "We collected your life force, but was not able
to save your body. We had been duplicating a human body and used it as the
vessel for your memories and life force. It is an improvement over the body
that you had before the change."
	"Perhaps I had better explain a few things before I release you
from the machine. Unlike your culture, our Race is a female dominant
one. Thousands of years ago, we subdued our males and took over the
decision making processes. They had been a warring group and were causing a
significant portion of our Race to be exterminated in a major war every few
decades. Now, through genetic engineering, there are only twelve males
alive at any one time for breeding purposes. Like your males, they produce
millions of spermatozoa, but it only requires only one to fertilize each
egg. Therefore, we are able to keep their numbers limited."
	"My two assistants are drones, non-reproducing females. I am a
fertile female and have produced several hundred off spring." Her mouth
made a semi smiling facial expression. "You should feel pleased with your
new body. We'll release you and you can get up and examine yourself."
	Frank felt the tethers that had bound him to the device that he was
lying on release. The two smaller creatures helped him to his feet. Long
blonde hair shifted in front of his face as he rolled over onto his feet. A
massive shifting on his chest was also very unusual. A glance downwards and
he nearly fainted.
	Frank was nearly in a state of shock as he was helped to a section
of the wall that almost magically changed into a mirror as they
approached. What Frank saw in the mirror was two four foot tall aliens
helping Frankie stand between them!
	It required several minutes for everything to even begin to sink
into Frank's confused mind. He looked exactly like Frankie. The same long
blonde hair. The same pretty face. The same magnificent pair of boobs. The
same dark blonde bush hiding her pubic mound. The same long and shapely
legs. Frank was now Frankie!

				*******

	It had been weeks since Frankie had awakened in the bio life
support machine. She had finally adapted to her new body. She now knew who
it was that she had reminded herself of when she had met herself back in
New Jersey. Her body was modeled on the blonde secretary in the television
show, WKRP in Cincinnati. Being a female dominant Race of beings, a male
body would never have been duplicated.
	Frank had read many transgender stories for amusement and had
always thought that they were nothing but enjoyable science
fiction. Fiction Mania, Nifty, Sapphire Place, Robo, Michelle, etc., were
all very good sources of transgender fiction. Frank had never even imagined
that something like this would actually happen to him. But, "She" now had
personal experience in a transformation.  Frankie had resigned herself to
being female for the rest of her life. At least her body had been designed
to out last the ordinary human body by a century or more. However, she was
lonesome for other human companionship. A decision had been made to return
her to Earth after she had told of meeting herself before the other space
ship crashed. It was an added inconvenience for the aliens, but it was part
of their code of ethics. Besides, if she had already met herself back on
Earth, it would disrupt the space-time continuum if she was not returned.
	Before being returned to Earth, Frankie was led to the bio machine
and was told to lay down. The leader of the aliens used her long skinny
middle finger to insert a small suction device into Frankie's vagina, up
into her womb, up her fallopian tube, to one of her ovaries. Several eggs
were removed. Frankie could now either be cloned, or her eggs could be
fertilized with some of the male sperm that had been collected from the
other Human Beings that had been captured, studied, then released.
	Frankie recognized the clothing that she had worn the night that he
had made love to her as she prepared for her return. She slipped the pink
silk ruffled bikini panties up her long smooth legs, pulled on the thigh
high stockings, buckled the high heel shoes on her tiny feet and stepped
into the flower print mini dress. She was given a necklace, earrings and
several rings for her long graceful fingers. It was not necessary to paint
her nails. They had been genetically engineered to be bright red.
	The alien leader told Frankie, "We have had to go through a worm
hole to travel back in time. Such travel is never precise, but we are only
a day early. We can drop you just outside of the town that you were coming
from when the accident occurred."
	"We have sewn sixty cut and polished diamonds into the hem of your
dress. They are of a higher quality than can be found on your own planet
and should provide enough wealth to last you your entire life time. We also
saved the documents and currency that was in your wallet. They are in a
compartment at the bottom of your coat. I believe that we have thought of
everything. Remember, you must do everything that you had done before your
accident or else it can disrupt the equilibrium of time and space. Good bye
and Good luck."
	The next thing that Frankie knew, she was standing in the roadway
on the same highway that Frank had died on. It was night and a car was
approaching. Frankie stepped to the side of the road as the sedan drew
nearer. It stopped. An older couple were it's only occupants and they could
not drive away and leave a young woman stranded on the side of the road at
night. The passenger window rolled down and the woman asked, "Dear, did
your car break down?" Frankie nodded her pretty head. "Get in and we will
give you a ride into town." They let her out at the fancy hotel where
Frankie booked a room. An hour later, Frankie walked into the
nightclub. She had heard the band playing as she got out of the taxi in the
parking lot. It sounded very good.
	Frankie moved right up to the stage so that she could see if she
had been as good of a musician as she had thought that she was. She was
truly impressed. She had been even better than she had thought. She never
even turned her head to turn down the offers to dance. The band took a
break and Frankie took the opportunity to go to the Ladies' Room. It was
the first time that she had been in a public restroom with women. She was
shocked at the things that she heard being discussed.
	Frankie was back at the foot of the stage before the music
started. The lead guitarist had pointed her out to Frank and he was now
looking her over. Frankie watched the finger work on the frets of the bass
guitar and listened to the music. When Frank sang the love song while
looking directly at Frankie, she could not prevent herself from smiling up
at him. It was only a few weeks ago that she was up on the stage and
singing to her.
	When the last song was over, she waited for her male self to come
down the stairs and introduced herself. It was cute when he became
flustered and tried to get away. She grabbed his arm and hung on as they
walked out of the club. She asked if he could give her a ride back to her
hotel. When he helped her into his Blazer, she tried not to show him all of
her lingerie, but it was difficult climbing up into the sport utility
vehicle in such a short dress.
	Frankie considered sending Frank home instead of inviting him in
for a beer at the hotel bar. It would save his life. It would also,
according to the aliens, disrupt the space-time continuum, whatever that
was. She decided that the least she could do is to make Frank's last night
on Earth an enjoyable one.
	After a little small talk in the bar as they drank a beer and they
moved to the elevator. Frankie had the advantage of knowing what Frank was
thinking as they had carried on their conversation. She knew exactly how to
ask Frank to escort her to her room. When they were inside, she let Frank
kiss her. Knowing that they were actually one and the same person made the
situation very strange.
	When Frank unzipped her dress and began working on her boobs and
over-sized pink nipples, Frankie surrendered herself to the
sensations. When she had sex as a man, it had never felt this good. She
worked her dress down over her flaring hips and it settled around her
ankles.
	Frankie's hands felt of the bulge in Frank's trousers. When she was
he, she had played with this penis. She had masturbated many times during
her adolescence. She unzipped Frank's pants and pulled his swollen cock out
to stroke it. Now that she had smaller hands, it seemed much
bigger. Knowing this was to be their only night together, Frankie slowly
dropped to her knees and inspected her penis from an angle that she had
never seen it before.
	Frankie leaned forward and timidly licked the drop of pre-seminal
fluid from the purplish tip. It was not that bad. She licked her lips to
wet them and took the entire domed head into her warm wet mouth and began
sucking on it as her tongue swirled around it. She rolled her eyes up and
watched her male facial expressions as she gave her first blow job to what
had been her own penis.
	Both of her hands stroked the thick shaft as she bobbed her head
back and forth. She felt Frank's fingers in her hair as he began to guide
her movements. More and more of his cock was forced down her throat. She
remembered how good it had felt to feel over half of her dick stroking in
and out of her wet mouth and throat. She cooperated as much as she could.
	When Frank tried to pull her off of his pulsating cock, Frankie
redoubled her efforts. If this was to be his last blow job, she would
ensure that it was his best. She found herself having to swallow salvo
after salvo of semen as Frank climaxed. The flavor would take some getting
accustomed to, but was not unpleasant. She sucked off the last drops of cum
and licked the softening penis clean before Frank moved to the bed and
collapsed.
	Frankie got up off her knees and lay next to Frank. His arm wrapped
around her for a moment before moving to her large breasts. Frankie loved
the sensation of having her inch long sensitive nipples sucked on. When
Frank moved his hand to the crotch of her pink silk ruffled bikini panties,
she spread her legs to give his fingers more room. She could feel herself
getting wet as he massaged her pussy. Frank moved his hand to the inside of
her panties and she came for the first time in her female body within five
minutes.
	Frank pulled her panties almost all the way off and moved down
between her legs and began eating her sweet pussy. A few minutes later, she
had her second orgasm. Frank stood up to remove all of his
clothing. Frankie found that she was excited just from seeing his erection
bobbing in the air. Frank moved into position and Frankie felt a penis
enter her vagina for the first time. Her nylon covered legs wrapped
themselves automatically around Frank's waist as he began screwing her. As
it sawed in and out of her, she moaned and twisted on the bed. She never
knew women felt this good when a man made love to them.
	Frankie came several times before Frank emptied the rest of his
male semen into her womb. They kissed and lay motionless, still joined
together. Frankie had never felt better. She wished that there were
something that she could do to prevent Frank from being killed. The aliens
had warned her that the very fabric of time and space would rip open if she
did anything to change that fact. She snuggled her face in Frank's chest
hair to control the tears that she felt welling up.
	The beeper went off the first time. She wanted to tell him to throw
it out the window, but did not. It went off the second time and Frank got
out of bed to use the phone. Frankie looked at him and decided that he
reminded her of a big Teddy Bear. She had to fight back the tears again.
	They took turns in the bathroom before getting dressed. Frankie
accompanied Frank to the parking garage. She kissed him one last time and
wiped away a stray tear as she watched him drive off. She walked out side
where she had a clear view of the pre-dawn sky over the route that he would
follow. A few minutes later, a streak of light dropped from the sky and
there was a flash on the horizon.
	Frankie pulled the collar of her coat up to protect her from the
chill of the cold morning air as she wiped away more tears. Her high heels
clicked on the concrete pavement as she walked back into the hotel.
	Frank's sperm had already found one of her eggs and she was now
carrying Frank's child. It would be difficult being a single parent, but
Little Frank would be just as good of a musician as his father had
been. Plus, he would have the support of a financially secure mother that
would help him to become famous.
	Frankie would always wonder what would have happened if she had
stopped Frank from driving off and meeting his destiny. She hoped that she
had done the right thing. She did know that Frank would have been proud of
his son. Frankie certainly was.