Synopsis:

Scott was on his way west to meet up with his friends to start a new life in L A. What he came across in the desert after his car broke down would change him forever. He wondered if his friends would recognise him once they finally met again. He didn’t think this was what his friend’s intended when they said, "start a new life."

Chapter Eleven

Sara woke alone, although the sheets beside her were still warm from her companion of the night. She had found comfort in snuggling close to another body, knowing she wasn't alone. People need people; the human race was not designed to remain solitary figures in life. It didn't worry her that Kevin had been female when they first went to bed. A body was a body, something warm and tangible to cuddle up to. It gave her a feeling of security of not being alone, and helped drive away the thoughts of what could have happened the previous night, if things had gone another way.

The door opened and a body still clothed in the nightie of the previous night, backed through the door, holding a tray in her? No his hands. Sara giggled at the strange sight of Kevin cross-dressed in her lavender nightie.

"Any more of that, and I'll not serve you this magnificent breakfast I prepared." Kevin said haughtily, trying to keep a straight face.

"You look as good as that breakfast," Sara managed to say without breaking into more laughter.

Kevin grinned, knowing he made an odd sight, but he'd changed from female to male, when he found that Jennifer's breasts are sensitive to heat, when wearing only a flimsy nightie. Scorched nipples were not on the breakfast menu, so he'd returned to his male form, without bothering to change his attire.

He placed the tray with the plate of scrambled eggs on toast on Sara's lap as she sat up in bed, as he approached. He took the glass of OJ and placed it on the bedside table so it wouldn't spill.

"Did you sleep well last night?" He asked solicitously.

"Yeah, although I dreamt I was eating a huge warm marshmallow," she replied, remembering waking in the night with her head cushioned on someone's breasts.

"I think that was me," Kevin chuckled, looking down where his breasts had been filling out the nightie, not long ago.

"Pity they disappeared," Sara winked, giggling again.

"Eat your breakfast before things get hot," threatened Kevin, with an evil grin.

"Yes mother," Sara quipped, taking a bite of toast.

"Oh boy," was his only comment.

The rest of the day was spent making statements to the police and giving them blood samples so that DNA testing could confirm that the vaginal fluid mixed with the semen could be verified as being from the women. It probably would be checked for a possible pregnancy. Sara was worried that their might be some other differences in the body, seeing they were alien generated, but then remembered that some of the jobs they had held required blood tests. The aliens must have taken all that into consideration, when they started.

Sara did receive a phone call at home. It was from some big wig in government. Whether it was Ken's boss, she wasn't sure, but it had to do with Ken's activities concerning her. He opologised on Ken's behalf, saying the CIA doesn't normally concern themselves in domestic matters, as that's the FBI's role. He did confirm that the whole incident, which started it off, had concerned them, and that things had been blown out of proportion. Although they would like to find Scott and the others, it wasn't a high priority now, and that there was no concern that the situation would be taken any further.

When Sara asked if she or Leanne would be under surveillance, he reassured her that it had been called off, once they had been made aware of it. Apparently, Ken had issued that himself without authority. He did ask if she found out where the guys were, to contact him directly, if they were willing to forward any information. He did ask her not to testify against Ken and his men, saying the matter would be dealt with internally. He wanted to save the government the embarrassment of a public trial, which was all. He did add that monitory compensation would be forwarded to the injured party's for their silence, and for the patriotic welfare of the country.

Sara was pleased that this was the end of it; as far as they were concerned, let the police and the CIA duke it out. Only Kevin and William needed to be careful, as Daniel seemed content to remain in their borrowed bodies just like she was. She would suggest that they assume their alternate male bodies till the dust settled.

Decision was at hand, Sara's holiday was ending, and she had to decide what she was going to do. Now that their joint funds provided financial security for the moment from the sale of the two properties, they needed to decide as to who was going go back into the workforce.

"Oh my God!" Sara exclaimed suddenly, alerting the others, as an idea, which hadn't been considered, just struck her, one that had serious ramifications for them all.

"What's wrong?" Kevin asked, as he ran to Sara's side. He could see that she was pale and seemed in a sort of daze.

Sara didn't speak for a minute still standing by the window, looking unseeingly at the view outside. Her gaze was turned inward toward a future scene pictured by her minds eye.

Kevin watched her eyes refocus, as his gentle reassuring touch, brought her back from whatever reverie she had seen.

"We need to plan our future very carefully," she started to explain. "We need to invest our money for the future," she added, taking Kevin's hands in hers.

"There's plenty of time for that, we have ages before we need to worry about that," he reminded her, savouring the soft skin of her hands.

"That's just it, we have plenty of time, maybe forever if we play our cards right." She confirmed.

"Huh?" Kevin grunted, not seeing her point.

"With these bodies, we don't need to age, when we get older; we could just reset the bracelets to the younger settings. Even Scott's body isn't aging if it remains in the non-space," she urged, not noticing how she had referred to Scott as separate from herself.

Kevin thought about living life then resetting the body time back again. Suddenly he saw what she was getting at. They would need money to live on, and invest money in long-term accounts to keep providing for them over the years. Maybe they would need to generate new records to keep up with their ageless bodies.

As Sara explained to the rest, Leanne shook her head.

"Not me, I don't want to keep resetting the clock. I want to find someone to grow old with. I'll be satisfied with that," she finished.

Sara could understand her reasoning, but wondered if on her deathbed, she may change her mind. If so, Sara would give her the choice, if she managed to reach her in time and was able to do so. She was sure Kevin was of the same mind too, and wouldn't want his cousin to die when he had the power to prevent it.

Sara decided to keep working at her current job until something better came along. Julie made the suggestion to become a magic act along with William, using the bracelets to work the most impossible transformation of all time. Sara was hesitant at first thinking of the risks, but told her to work out some details before making any concrete plans. Kevin wasn't sure whether he could make more money as an exotic dancer (stripper) in Jennifer's body or as a bodyguard in Huang Chien Liang's form. The (alien) Huang had worked as a bodyguard before and had several references that could get him a high paying job with either movie stars or other wealthy people in need of protection.

"Maybe you could do both," kidded Sara. "Work as a bodyguard during the day and as 'Jennifer Jugs' the stripper at night."

"Hmmm, now that's a good idea," Kevin half considered, grinning at Sara's surprised look. "Hey I was kidding." He laughed, as Sara stalked off. 'Wonder what set her off,' he thought, realising that she hadn't expected him to give that reply.

Sara couldn't explain why she felt hurt, that Kevin might consider working as a female. Unconscious of whether it was her growing attraction for Kevin in his various male forms, or, jealousy that Jennifer/Kevin would be more attractive than her, it felt wrong somehow. She shrugged; this was getting beyond any normal way of life, with the constant body changes. Somewhere inside, she wanted Kevin to be her rock, the one stable person she could turn to when she felt doubts creeping in. She had been semi in charge since the beginning and the stress was beginning to show. All she wanted was a chance to enjoy this new life and have a stable relationship with-a man?

She realised as she thought that, how her values had flipped. No longer did the female form hold the primary sexual attraction as it once did. She loved being female and being the object of desire. She still liked the female/female play, but the female/male play held more interest now. Poor Scott would never again see the light of day if she had her way, unless it was someone else animating that form.

Kevin came up behind her, where she was gazing out at the ocean. The endless restless ocean, as it churned at the beach, relaxed her like no other sound.

"You okay?" he murmured quietly into her ear, as he stood behind her and cradled her in his arms.

She leaned back, relaxing into his comforting grip, as his words breathed into her ear tickled, as his lips disturbed her hair.

"Yeah, I'm fine; I just needed a minute to think. Do you suppose we should be doing this? I mean with the car and the bracelets. What if the aliens come back? If we are going to live as long as it's possible, we could see them return eventually." She whispered back.

Kevin was silent, thinking about her words. He held her, enjoying the feel of her slim body against his, while he thought about the possibility of the aliens return.

"Who knows, at this minute, I wouldn't swap this moment for anything," he breathed, gently turning her around to face him, and kissing her gently on the lips.

He drew back so he could look at her eyes wondering if he could see anything left of his friend Scott. Her unwavering gaze drank him in, and in that second his heart told him all he needed to know. Whether Scott was still looking out of that beautiful face or not, it didn't matter, the soul he saw bared there asking him the question, was that of the person he loved. Names didn't matter, even bodies, for that matter. The question he saw mirrored in her eyes was answered by his own in the communication that doesn't need words. He felt his heart leapt in his chest, as he recognised that his search was over. His soul mate, his lover was here in his arms

Sara felt Kevin turn her around, she looked up just as Kevin kissed her on the lips firmly, she responded, waiting for his searching tongue, but he held off, as if unsure, then drew back and looked searchingly into her ardent gaze. It seemed as if lighting bolts struck her soul as the curtains fell from her eyes. Their gazes locked for innumerable eons and she felt giddy and weak kneed as new emotions flooded her body. What a blind fool she'd been, not seeing what was really in front of her. She had loved Kevin as a friend for years, suddenly that love had changed bit by bit as she became acclimatised to being female. The impact of the realisation of that love staggered her. She loved Kevin. It was that simple. She smiled, sensing that Kevin had already realised that and felt the same.

"You too?" She started, seeing him nod instantly. Moments later they were oblivious, locked in an embrace that a wrecking ball couldn't separate. Tongues locked together as they confirmed their love with a kiss, and neither heard nor saw the others open the slider to the balcony,

Leanne smiled, knowing in her heart that the pair outside had finally found each other; she didn't even need to coax Julie or William away to leave the lovers some space and time. Leanne caught the look Julie sent William and her heart filled with joy. Her cousin’s friends had found love, and if the way the pair of them were walking to the bedroom was any indicator, they were going to show each other the depth of that love. Leanne shed a tear, thinking she was the last of the group to find their match. Knowing she wasn't needed here for a while, she went out to her car. Seeing the joy her friends felt, she decided not to wait a hope some nice guy would come into her life. No, she was going on the prowl. Her mind made up, she headed to a bar she used to visit. She remembered the looks Lewis the bartender used throw her way. He was young and cute; she hoped he didn't have a girlfriend.

"Hmmm, if those aliens ever come back, I think I'll thank them for giving me you." Kevin murmured into Sara's ear, as they sat together, watching the ebb and flow of the ocean.

"Do you think they will come back and if so will they know we have their property?" Asked Sara curiously, shifting slightly on Kevin's lap.

"Probably, they have made a considerable investment in time here, observing us and guiding us. It depends on what sort of crisis called them away. As for knowing we have their toys, probably. These changes might give off some kind of energy signature that we are unaware of, especially accessing that non-space universe or whatever it is. Somehow, I don't we need worry about them as a threat, as long as we are careful not to let this technology fall into the wrong hands or abuse it."

A cloud passed across the sun, and the sudden drop of warmth on her skin made her shiver involuntarily, she snuggled against Kevin's body trying to get warm. Kevin, burdened with Sara on his lap, struggled to stand. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her giggling body inside. He tried to dump her on the couch, while he went to the drinks cabinet, but Sara wouldn't release her grip from around his neck, so he stood and carried her there, trying to manage with only one hand. Sara offered the use of one of hers, holding the glass while he poured. He then carried her back to the couch, where they shared the glass of whisky between them.

Sara was feeling a nice buzz, when she reluctantly scrambled off to make potty run. Washing her hands, she looked in the mirror trying to see if she looked any different. Apart from a slight alcohol induced flush, she didn't see the message, "I'm in love," printed on her brow. It sort of disappointed her for some inane reason. She wanted the world to know, to share in her happiness. She hummed a popular tune, as she made her way back to Kevin.

A slight rumble from somewhere south of her belly button had her detour through the kitchen.

"Kevin? You hungry?" She called, opening the fridge.

"If he isn't, we are," a pair of voices chorused, making her jump.

Sara smiled at the sight of two slightly unkempt lovers standing arm in arm by the door. The undone buttons and smeared lipstick, told their own story, one that Sara rejoiced in. "I'm in love," she mouthed silently to Julie, who just grinned and nodded, and mouthed back with a wink, "me too."

Julie prised herself loose from William and came over to help Sara, who handed her two beers.

"Here, take one to Kevin, while I help Sara get lunch ready," Julie said, placing the cold cans of beer in William's hand. William got the message, "I want to talk with Sara," loud and clear, and left without a grumble.

Chicken sandwiches were made at half the normal speed as the two girls interrupted their lunch making, with hugs, as they talked of their sudden discovery of love.

"When we saw you two locked in that embrace, things gelled for us," Julie explained. "We knew as we looked at each other, that we were meant to be together."

"Isn't it wonderful?" Sara smiled, giving Julie yet another hug.

The smile Julie gave her was answer enough, as they finished putting lunch together and made their way back to the boys. The rest of the day was used to plan some way of making their future financially stable. William still liked the magic act idea, having Julie and he literally change into each in ways that defied belief, but knew that without having anything else to go with it the act, it was doomed to failure.

"What about contacting one of the best illusionists and being part of his act, that way you only need to do the one act? He could promote it as part of his act and you can share in the profits," suggested Kevin.

"You mean like David Copperfield?" Julie asked, getting enthused.

"Yes, but the hard thing is convincing him you have an act. You would have to prove that you can do it, and do it anywhere and in any situation. It may even mean doing it in front of him, without any props," Sara warned. "Although," she reconsidered, "If we used the glasses that might not be a problem. In fact, we could convince him, it was all part of his act, except that he could only do it with you."

That night, in bed with Kevin, Sara made love. It wasn't the hasty, try out the sex thing, which had been their first motivation after their first sex changing transformation. This was the leisurely build up of mutual pleasure that two people in love can achieve. After round one, and while Sara was still sitting on Kevin's softening member, she teased him, saying she bet he missed Jennifer's larger endowments. Despite Kevin's earnest denial's she continued to bet that he thought sex would be better if she looked like Jennifer. Giving him a squeeze with her thighs, she touched the bracelet to test her theory.

The instant, she transformed into Jennifer, the feeling of being filled vanished, as in place of Kevin beneath her, lay a twin Jennifer. Both gasped in surprise, as Kevin hadn't touched his bracelet, having had his hands occupied in cupping her breasts. Kevin quickly reset his form back using the bracelet, sighing in relief that it was reversible. Unfortunately, Sara grew heavier as she transformed into Kevin also. They separated quickly, knowing unconsciously that while two females in close contact didn't automatically mean they were gay, but that couldn't be said the same for two males.

"What happened?" asked Sara in her temporary male voice, as she fiddled with her bracelet.

"I don't know, unless it was triggered by your change to Jennifer," offered Kevin, relieved to see his twin revert to Sara again.

Sara reached out to Kevin to see if the twinning effect was still active. Nothing, they embraced, falling back into bed while Sara went over every possibility.

"I think there's only one possibility," she stated, quite sure of herself.

"Oh?" Kevin enquired lethargically, happy to let Sara come up with a solution.

"Yes you pinhead," she mocked, knowing why Kevin's brain wasn't fully operational. "I know the blood still hasn't returned to your brain," she giggled, grasping his tumescent member in her hand. "But you do need to pay attention."

"But I am at attention," he quipped, deliberately twisting her words, as he twitched against her silky grasp.

"MEN!" She snorted, the capitalisation in her tone being obvious. "When I changed into Jennifer, I was in contact with you, flesh on flesh as it were."

"Flesh in flesh, more like," Kevin sniggered, interrupting.

"Quiet, bone head," Sara commanded, waggling his bone like a pointer. "As I was saying before I was crudely interrupted," she grinned, emphasising her point with the one in her hand. "As it changed me, those changes affected you, making you also into Jennifer."

"Are you sure?" Kevin groaned, feeling almost ready to erupt under Sara's guiding hand.

"Pretty much, I wasn't sure at first, but when I turned into you, I noticed I had a scratch in the same place you have. We had copied each other's bodies exactly. The other thing I'm sure of is we just need to touch another to do the change. The second time we had just skin contact."

"Oh boy,"

"Exactly, all we need to do is hold someone's hand and change and it will drag them into a similar change." Sara finished.

"I wonder if it would work in reverse," Mused Kevin, thinking of the possibilities.

To be continued.

  

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