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 one

Scott's blood ran cold, as the fear, from what he was seeing, held him motionless. He was sure the pounding of his heart as it gathered itself for the flight or fight demand, would be plainly heard by those gathered below him, not a few hundred feet from where he was crouched. Scott cursed his old clunker for expiring in the middle of this barren landscape, leaving him to foot it alone. If it hadn't, he would have been miles away, safe in the city with his friends, instead of having to find a camp for the night in this god forsaken spot. Obviously, this was the ideal spot to land a spaceship without being observed. Yes! A spaceship that had caught Scott's eye, as it descended in the evening sky, as he searched for a sheltered spot off the road to bed down.

He had crawled forward to see the ship land, keeping his body hidden, by the sparse undergrowth. He could see several people, who he assumed were human, by their appearance, standing by a beat up Ford crew cab pickup. The dull, metallic looking ship was gray in appearance and around fifty foot across. It landed with a low thrumming vibration, which sent shivers through Scott's body. Visions of nightmarish beings coming out of the ship had Scott holding his breath. The reality of it, when an iris like portal opened in the ship, was disappointing. One of the people standing by the truck had lifted the hood and fiddled with something, before walking towards the portal in the ships side. He disappeared, followed by the others, who were carrying several metal boxes. The door closed silently like a camera shutter and sealed invisibly before the craft lifted off. The level of noise increased slightly, as the craft moved upwards, barely disturbing the ground below it, as it headed for the heavens.

Scott scrambled down to the landing area, intent on finding some evidence left behind of what had just occurred. The pickup, still with its hood up, was the first thing Scott examined. Peering in at the engine was a disappointment; no futuristic flux capacitors or other unearthly looking engine sat there, but there was something glowing there. Something that reminded Scott of the movie "Predator," where at the end, the mortally wounded alien used a device to blow himself up. The device had a circular disc with concentric rings cut up into segments. The segments were mostly all lit up, but as Scott looked, several segments went dark. It was a bomb; Scott knew that instinctively, it was there to destroy any evidence of the truck. Scott's first thought was to run, but then he decided to try to remove the bomb. Maybe the truck could serve as temporary transport out of here. He knew that if it was nuclear he wouldn't have a chance either way, as there was no way to get far enough away to be safe.

There was a deep ravine nearby, hopefully deep enough to contain the resulting explosion. Scott worked feverishly to free the bomb from where it was fastened to the engine. More than two thirds of the lighted segments were dark, by the time he had it free. He carefully stepped to the ravines edge and tossed it in, turning to run to the leeward side of the truck in case it exploded on impact. Thirty seconds passed, before a low "crump" sound preceded a wave of intense heat that rose up into the desert air. Scott waited until he was sure it was safe to stand, brushing the dirt from his jeans, from lying on the ground. The ravine now had a glassy look to it from the effects of the explosion, and Scott was glad he'd decided to throw the device down there, rather than try and run from it.

He turned to the truck to see if there was anything unusual about it, but he came up with nothing. Climbing into the cab, he started the truck, revving it momentarily. He shifted into low and drove the creaking truck up the slope heading back to the main highway. He stopped to pick up his bag with his clothes in from where he'd left them, and threw it into the tray at the back of the truck, before heading west along the blacktop. Taking a chance at being hauled up for driving a vehicle he didn't own; Scott set off to complete his journey.

He along with three school friends had decided to head for the big smoke for a chance at a new life, far away from the one horse town of Orderville, Utah, on highway 89. William, Kevin and Daniel, had headed off together a few days earlier, William taking them in his old Buick. Scott had to stay behind, while he did some repairs to the radiator in his ramshackle Studebaker, repairs that had held up to somewhere between Rachel and Tonopah, north of the Nellis bombing range in the Nevada desert. San Francisco was going to be their final destination, a place to start a new life and meet some nice girls.

Scott was driving carefully, mindful of the rattles and squeaks of the old truck. He wondered why it had been so important to destroy it, as an abandoned pile of junk like this was, wouldn't have drawn much attention. His thoughts turned to the aliens, if that's what they were. Were they gathering information? Being near to the Nellis Air Force Base, lent credence to that idea, but was it aliens, or just some secret experimental craft, maybe it was one of those suspected crashed UFO's from area 51. Spotting a track leading off the main road, Scott drove the truck down until the low shrubs hid him and the truck from view from passing traffic. Stopping, he got out some crackers and a bottle of water from his bag on the tray of the truck, his only food till he restocked somewhere further on. Pulling out a blanket, he snuggled down to try and sleep on the tray at the back of the truck. Sometime in the night, the chill desert air drove him to get into the back of the cab and spend the rest of the night crunched up on the bench seat.

Driving along in the morning with the sun glancing in from the rear, Scott stopped at Tonopah for a quick breakfast. No one looked askance at the truck with its unshaven occupant, as he started back on the road, hoping the truck would stay together till he reached Sonora. He passed a police cruiser parked off on the side of the road somewhere between Basalt and Benton and although he drew no attention, he unconsciously speeded up, wanting to put as much distance between them as he could. He found that the truck accelerated faster than he expected and was soon hitting the limit of 80 mph shown on the speedometer. The truck was handling smoothly on the flat road and Scott was surprised to feel the truck was still accelerating. Checking the speedometer, he gasped as the dial itself started to rotate, revealing the speed to be 95 mph. Scott, still feeling in control kept his foot pressed down on the pedal. As the truck hit 100mph, the noises that had been a constant worry as to its reliability, quieten to nearly nothing. Taking a chance, Scott took the truck with its now quiet thrumming sound to 150mph, before he chickened out, due to a curve in the road coming up. He knew the truck had even more in it than that, which meant it was no ordinary truck, despite its appearance.

Slowing down to the posted speed limit heralded the return of the rattles and squeaks. Something Scott assumed was more for show than indicating any frailty. Scott looked over the dash of the truck, looking for anything that might explain its miraculous performance. He saw no secret nitrous oxide injection system, not that he believed that was the reason, but it was more a case of eliminating the mundane possibilities before assuming the impossible and exotic alien technology. The only thing he did notice was a knob that looked out of place, almost hidden under the steering column. It had some unidentifiable markings indicating that it rotated. Tentatively, he turned it around to the next setting, but nothing happened that he could see. None of the settings seemed to do anything unusual. A blast on a horn brought his attention back to the road, as a car heading the opposite way swerved to avoid hitting the truck as his inattention had caused it to veer into the other oncoming lane. Flicking the knob back to what Scott thought was the original setting, he concentrated on the road not noticing that it was on the second setting.

Traffic was building slightly as he got closer to civilization and the road got windier. Suddenly a siren sounded behind him indicating a police cruiser on his tailgate. Scott panicked and instinctively floored the accelerator. The truck leapt forward leaving the cruiser behind in his wake. Now Scott cursed, knowing even if he stopped he could be arrested and with a stolen truck, any thing could happen. He continued to race ahead reaching 180 mph. The cruiser dropped behind, but Scott knew he wasn't out of trouble yet. He fully expected to find a roadblock ahead. As he was wondering how he could escape his inevitable capture, fate took a hand. As he and the vehicle dipped out of sight of public view in a dip in the road, things became very weird.

It seemed as if reality flowed and altered. He slowed to a crawl, luckily maintaining control of the car as he wondered what was happening. As he eased onto the broad shoulder of the road, the first thing he noticed was the truck seemed to alter, becoming lower and more streamlined, as well as changing from brown to red. Even his fingernails turned red as he clung to the changing steering wheel as the truck morphed and twisted into a new shape. Scott could feel his body changing; parts of him were enlarging and also diminishing. Looking with a sense of fear into the rear vision mirror, he could see his face changing and his hair growing longer and blonde as the car slowed and rumbled onto the shoulder. The change had only taken a few seconds allowing no time to fully comprehend the extent of the alterations. The strident wail of a siren changing pitch from the Doppler Effect jolted his thoughts back to the mundane, as a police car rocketed past in a blur of motion. In spite of his strange experience, Scott felt relief that he had somehow avoided being caught by the police. Scott pulled over to the side and stopped the car. Stepping out, he realised his clothes had changed too, becoming a mini skirt and a blouse that was tied under his breasts leaving his smooth tanned midriff bare.

"Breasts!! I have BREASTS??" He cried out loud with sudden realisation. 'I'm a girl,' he thought, wonderingly, feeling all over himself. Make that herself, for she found out in her exploration, that Scott junior was gone. Scott walked around the car checking it out, not realising at the time that she wasn't having any problem walking in the 4-inch heels she was wearing; in fact, she was still too shocked to realise how natural her movements were. The truck had disappeared; in its place was a red Trans Am. A quick check under the hood revealed the engine looked perfectly normal for such a vehicle.

Scott didn't realise what a picture he or rather she was presenting to the world. A well-endowed, sexily clad young woman, bent over the engine compartment of a sporty car. A car pulled over in front of her and out popped two young men who sauntered back admiring the view. Scott stood up as one asked the inevitable question, "Do you need a hand there?" Scott blushed, feeling embarrassed to be seen as an object of desire, seeing that the guy was speaking to her new chest.

"No thanks, I was just checking the fluid levels," she responded in her new feminine voice. Inwardly, she cringed at the sexy way she sounded. The two guys reluctantly turned around, walking back and getting back into their car, as Scott closed the hood and got back into the Trans Am. She noticed as she fastened the seat belt, the way the strap went between her breasts. In its former truck appearance, there had been only a lap belt. Scott got under way hoping to sort out things later when she could have some privacy. She saw no point in getting worked up about her gender change, as this body seemed strangely comfortable. She saw the car that had stopped, was now following behind. Her adherence to the posted speed limit soon drove them to show off and they decided to overtake her in a show of masculine pride for their car. On a whim, she accelerated also, keeping right up their tailpipe. The boys tried to lose her, but wanting to see if this incarnation had the same speed as its predecessor, Scott wound the car up, finally overtaking the boy's car as she reached 150 mph, after they chickened out. She kept her foot down, reaching 250 mph before she, chickened out as things started to blur past. Her reflexes seemed enhanced and seemed to anticipate the small adjustments needed to control the car at that speed. She held at that speed for several miles, before resuming her previous legal speed. She laughed as the boys caught up and stayed behind her this time.

Luckily, for them they did, as further down the road, the police had set up a roadblock. She saw the police unit that had started to chase her there as well. The officer looked pissed as he argued with his fellow officers, that they must have seen the truck, as there were no roads leading off from the main one. Scott opened her window, as an officer approached, signalling her to stop.

"Hello Miss, can I see some identification and vehicle registration please?" he asked.

Scott reached instinctively up to the sun visor where Scott usual kept his registration papers, before realising, that she had no idea if they would be there. Luck was with her revealing the cars registration folded neatly under a flap. She took it out and handed it to the officer.

"Is there a problem officer?" she asked, trying to gain time to figure out where her wallet would be, seeing she no longer had any pockets in her skirt.

"Did you happen to see a brown Ford truck in the last 20 miles?" he asked checking out the interior of the car as he did so.

"No sorry officer, I haven't seen anything like that in over a 100 miles," she replied, sighing in relief as she spotted a handbag on the seat across. She opened it hoping that whatever magic/technology had changed her, had also given her a valid ID. Opening the wallet, she found various items of interest besides her drivers license, handing it over; she managed to see her name before the officer read it out loud. 'I'm Sara Connor?' she mused, smiling inwardly at the thought of having the same name as the woman in the Terminator movie. 'How apt, talk about science fiction,'

"Miss Connor, can you pop your trunk? It's just a routine check, to ascertain that there are no unauthorised hitchhikers," he offered with a smile.

Sara/Scott had a moments doubt if they spotted her old bag with Scott's stuff in it, as she pulled the release.

Another officer walked past her, tipping his hat as he queried the first officer.

"No just a suitcase," she heard him answer, as the second officer continued on to the car behind. The first officer closed the trunk lid and waved to those at the roadblock to allow the newly named Sara through. Sara drove on, managing to put aside her worries for the moment about this strange situation, instead, relishing the more comfortable conditions in the Trans Am compared with the truck. The air conditioner kept the heat at bay and the car was very responsive under her slender fingertips.

She resumed driving on a sort of autopilot, wondering why she wasn't screaming out against this sudden change in gender. Scott hadn't been one of those males that thought females were somehow inferior. His normal curiosity about what it might be like to be of the opposite sex was being answered, but that didn't explain the acceptance of the situation to the point of feeling normal, even the acceptance of using feminine pronouns like she and her in her mind. 'Was it a function of the alien technology to make the aliens blend in?' One thing she was sure of, it was reversible. The vehicle had the ability to change both its appearance and the occupants inside. When the aliens abandoned it, it was a truck, which led Sara to believe that the changing option had been used for whatever reason and had then been returned back to a truck. First, she needed to explore the identity of this Sara Connors, and then try and discover the mechanism that initiated the change.

Civilisation in the form of Oakdale had her heading towards Manteca and from there, north to Stockton where she would stay the night in a hotel. San Francisco was close enough to reach in a few hours the next day. Scott was supposed to contact the others at an address in Fremont that had been pre arranged.

She found out that being an attractive female had its advantages, when Sara stopped outside one of the better looking hotels in Stockton. She had someone park her car for her and bring in the one piece of luggage that she now appeared to own. Taking only her handbag, she clicked her way to the reception desk to book a room for the night. She took out the platinum credit card she had seen in her purse when she had to find her drivers license for the police. She paid in advance and ordered a meal to be sent to her room. The luggage got there almost before she did, with the bellhop paying her much attention as she searched for a tip in her purse.

As soon as she was alone, she went into the bathroom to examine her new body in some detail without any prying eyes. She saw a statuesque strawberry-blonde haired, young woman, around twenty one-two years old, with nicely sized breasts. Her new body seemed to be only a few inches shorter than Scott's, but it was hard to judge, without a tape measure. She examined her face, seeing the fresh-faced innocent bloom of youth enhanced by a subtle mix of cosmetics. A sudden thought had her wonder how she might have to recreate that look, if she was stuck in this body for longer than she expected. Sara Connors was very attractive, and had Scott met her before the change, he would have counted himself very lucky.

Sara took off her clothes, to further explore this body from a more personal viewpoint. It wasn't till she reached behind her back and adroitly removed her bra without any difficulty, that this enhanced her suspicion that there must be some sort of built in ability to cope with the changes, after all, aliens would probably need the help even more to dress as a female on this world. Sara wondered if that might be the reason she felt so comfortable in this body. Taking in the sight of her sexy body, seemed to confirm that there was some sort of automatic programming. Instead of feeling lust and sexual attraction for the image in the mirror, she found herself checking out her butt and silhouette to see how she compared with the average female standard for her age. A sense of pride that she fell into the upper range of attractiveness was the most evident emotion. She did explore her new sex, but only so far as to see the differences. Just a quick probe to her clit was enough to make her wonder what it would be like to have sex as a female, not that she planned to go out on the prowl that night.

She turned back to walk naked into the bedroom to check out her "luggage." Opening it revealed that she now had at least four complete outfits, with a selection of tops and skirts. A small case inside revealed that it contained makeup and other feminine essentials. She took out a piece of flimsy black material and held it up, realising it was a nightie, a baby doll in fact if she was any judge. She took it and some toiletries into the bathroom and started to take a shower. Wow! That was different. This newly minted body didn't react well to the harsh scrubbing Sara started out with. Being more sensitive, the skin only required soft wipes of the washcloth. Sara wondered if she should look for one of those fluffy nylon poufs, which her sister used to use before she moved out with her boyfriend. Looking in the mirror after the she had finished in the shower, she saw that the makeup on her face was still partially in evidence. After wrapping her wet hair expertly in a towel turban, she rummaged through the toiletries till she saw the bottle of makeup remover. Using some cotton balls, she carefully returned her face to its natural look. Still attractive, she could see how the makeup had enhanced her natural beauty without being overdone. Clad in her nightie, she went back to the bedroom to check out the contents of her handbag, while she waited for her dinner order.

She slipped on a robe when a knock on the door announced the arrival of dinner. She took the offered meal and ate it distractedly, as she digested the information she had found. The handbag and the purse confirmed that she had a valid ID as Sara Connors. She was twenty-Two years old, a year younger than Scott had been. It also revealed that she owned a condo at Half Moon Bay. Sara assumed this was a genuine home, not a fictitious fabrication; after all, even aliens have to live somewhere while they do whatever it is, they do on earth.

It seemed she had a job as well; there were security swipe cards with her new ID on them with her level of clearance, proclaiming that she worked for the US military as a temporary clerk. Sara wondered what that entailed and was shocked to feel the information flooding into her consciousness, detailing her job and her fellow colleagues. Wow! She had a job and apparently was on leave at the present moment. Checking the memories stored in this body, Sara Connors had a healthy bank account and owned the condo outright. 'Hmmm, maybe being Sara for a bit longer could turn out to be rather profitable,' was the thought that crossed the former Scott's mind. Sara decided to check out the condo, before contacting her friends. Anyway, she needed time to find out how to change back, and it wasn't far from where the others were staying. She wondered what they would say if she showed up as Sara, while proclaiming to be Scott. Maybe, (and this thought surprised her,) she might want to interact with one of them in a sexual way, sort of break the new body in. Her body reacted to the thought of sex, with a hardening of her nipples and a feeling of moist warmth between her legs.

Dragging her thoughts back to the here and now, it seemed that as Sara, she had a completely new life set up for herself. This gave her a sense of relief that if she ended up being stuck in this form, at least she could survive in the sense of a home, a job, and some financial security. The first thing was to check out the condo and see if there was any information to be gathered on Sara Connors. Climbing into bed, she realised her sleeping habits had to be modified slightly. Sleeping on her stomach, as Scott used to do, was uncomfortable, so she turned onto her side after sweeping her hair upwards onto the pillow so it wouldn't get tangled. Realising her earrings were still in as they rubbed against the skin of her neck, she adroitly removed them and placed them on the bedside table. Sighing softly, she prepared to take her first nights rest as a female.

Awakening suddenly, it took a few seconds to chase away the remnants of the odd dreams Scott, now Sara, had experienced. Scott usually had vivid dreams, but now experiencing them as Sara with the altered viewpoint of seeing herself as female in the dreams, gave a whole new meaning to the word "different."

Sara washed the sleep from her eyes, after using the toilet. This was another instance where the bodies programming became evident as she sat automatically and wiped herself correctly without even thinking. She dressed, choosing to use the same clothes as yesterday, with just a change in panties. She brushed her hair into a simple style, glad that her hands seemed to know what to do. Makeup went on in a similar fashion, as long as she didn't consciously try to control the movement of her hands, it went on flawlessly, recreating the look of yesterday.

Breakfast over without any drama; she had her luggage brought out to her car, before she set off for Half Moon Bay. A quick stop to buy a local map book soon had her heading to her destination. The address of the condo was located near the beach, off Kelly Avenue. She turned right onto Balboa Blvd. Finding the number, she saw the condo. The place certainly had an excellent ocean view. She drove into the property slowly, feeling somewhat like an intruder. As she neared the house, a beeping sound from some hidden place behind the dashboard started the built in garage door opening automatically. Sara drove in, seeing it was expected, wondering what other surprises were in store. Getting out of the car, she opened the door that led into the condo's interior. It was empty, with no signs that anyone else lived there. She spent the next hour going painstakingly over the house. Apart from a few photos in the main bedroom of Sara with a young man, there was no sign of others having lived here. The Sara in the picture, looked somewhat older than her current age, but whether it was just a bad picture or the effect of makeup, she couldn't tell.

Checking the obvious, she saw that there was still food in the refrigerator. Sniffing the milk in its carton, she decided that the entity that was the previous Sara Connors must have left only a day prior. There was one phone message, from a man calling himself Ken. From the message content, she figured it was from her 'boyfriend.' He was asking why she hadn't called. Sara wasn't too happy to have an instant boyfriend, despite curiosity about the prospect of sex as a female; it was way too soon to even contemplate it. One thing struck her, as she looked around. There was no sign of disarray, or signs of hurried departure or things left untidy. It was as if Sara Connors had just left one day never to be seen again. Sara was sure that the beings that had departed weren't coming back. Why destroy the truck otherwise? Whatever their mission, it must have been completed. Sara did find papers in a cupboard, which showed the ownership and deeds to the place with her name on them. Sara did a quick calculation of the worth of the property and was staggered by the value she had roughly worked out. If she was prepared to stay as Sara while she sold it, she could be a multimillionaire. The only downside was having to remain female to accomplish it. Although, if she couldn't find how the mechanism worked, she may have to keep the condo and possibly the job Sara already had with the military.

Getting peckish, she stopped her investigations, to scrounge up a meal. Finding plenty of food in the cupboards, she made herself some chicken sandwiches after checking that the cold left over chicken in the fridge was still fresh. A glass or two of white wine, also in the fridge, accompanied the meal. Eating it out on the deck leading out from the kitchen, Sara relaxed on the outdoor furniture as she looked out over the ocean. Reluctantly, she finished up and went downstairs to the garage.

Once back in the car, she looked around for a while before discovering that the strange knob she had fiddled with before wasn't on its original setting. Turning it back did nothing, until on a hunch she started the car. At once, the strange sensation of being transformed again hit her, as the car morphed back into a Ford pickup truck.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, as Scott returned to his old body. Checking that everything was intact, and that his clothing had altered back into jeans and a tee, Scott was determined to check out the other settings of the knob. Turning it quickly to the third position, he felt the same blurring effect in his vision, as forces beyond his understanding, again changed both the vehicle and his body.

For and instant the truck flashed red then blue, as it passed through the red Trans-am model to a Volvo station wagon. The physical change of going from male to a partial change back to Sara and then on to another male, made him feel queasy, as his internal organs rearranged themselves. Scott looked in the rear vision mirror to see an older man about 35 years old. Scott climbed out of the Volvo, finding himself in a dark suit. Checking in his pocket, he found a wallet that proclaimed him to be Steven Ellery, married with two children, according to the photos of his (presumed) wife and children. One of who looked about Sara's age and just as cute. The other was a boy, slightly younger with similar features to the girl, but with dark hair, not blonde.

Scott wondered if the wife and family were still around as actual people, or just part of the same group of aliens disguised as a family unit. A thought crossed Scott's mind about what would happen if there were more than one in the car when the change was activated. Would the others become the 'family?' It led to possibilities for more interesting experimentation. 'Maybe his friends could help out in trying that possibility,' he thought with a grin.

Wanting to try out another setting, he got back in and tried the next setting. Scott found himself changing into a female again, this time; he felt his breasts expanding much further, as the Volvo changed into a pink VW convertible. 'Wow! This body is stacked, a real wet dream,' was Scott's first thought, as he checked out her new body. Finding the purse sitting next to him/her, she took it upstairs to the bathroom mirror, where she looked in more detail at this voluptuous body of hers.

Jennifer, as the purse confirmed, was wearing a halter top and a cotton skirt. Her breasts were huge, 46 DD, according to the sizing inside the bra that she had removed in order to ogle her assets better. Her age was 24 according to her driver’s license, and she found that she had a job as an air hostess with Quantas, an Australian airline. 'I guess a job with an airline where one can get into many different countries with little or no effort, would be advantageous for an alien from another world,' thought the now Jenniferised Scott. Trying to fathom the reason for the alien visit and what they had found out was a pointless exercise. 'So many possibilities, and not enough information,' the feminised Scott reasoned. No point worrying about invasion, or other sinister plots born of the many sci-fi scenarios born of popular fiction. Scott decided not to divulge his knowledge of contact from another species, no telling where he'd end up. Those tales of government interrogation and secret agencies did scare him.

Jennifer/Scott was so turned on by his sexy image in the mirror; she/he started feeling aroused and moisture gathering in that as yet unexplored nest between her legs, called out to her burgeoning excitement. A little game of sticky finger soon had her gasping as she sat on the edge of the bath. Jennifer came with a rush, her body suffusing with both heat and languidness as the feeling of her first female orgasm flowed throughout her body before slowly ebbing.

Jennifer took a slow shower, enjoying the sensations as she gently lathed her body with a soapy cloth. She barely contained the urge to fondle herself to another wonderful orgasm, deciding that she could be her, any time she wanted. Feeling naughty, she went down to the car naked, leaving the clothes generated by the car on the floor of the bathroom. She got in and tried some more of the settings, becoming several different people in turn. Most of the options ended up with Scott being female, something that had him speculating. 'Were females more likely to be able to gather information than males? Maybe they were using feminine wiles and the power of sexual attraction? Most of the security issues were handled by the male segment of the country so by being female, they could get closer to the people with the right information. Who knows, maybe they had other powers of extracting the information they were after,' thought Scott having returned to his original body.

There was one more thing that Scott decided to do, before contacting her friends. The setting that produced the Volvo belonging to family of Steven Ellery had a residential address in nearby Sacramento. Seeing it wasn't too far away, Scott decided to check it out by assuming the identity of one of the family. As a further experiment, Scott started the truck up and shifted over into the passenger's seat, before moving the knob to the Volvo setting. Once the change was completed, a feminine sounding "Yes!!" came from the former Scott's body. Scott was now the wife of Steven, according to the driver's license she hurriedly pulled out of her new leather purse. Having confirmed the theory that the position in the car while the knob was activated was all-important to who you became, Margaret Ellery carefully eased herself out of the passenger door and got into the drivers seat. Carefully adjusting her butter soft leather mid calf length skirt so that it wouldn't wrinkle, she tucked an errant strand of her shoulder length honey blonde hair behind her ear with an automatic gesture, before reversing the car back out of the garage.

Somewhere in the mind that looked out of the eyes of this attractive thirty year old woman, a voice was questioning the way her feminine actions had seemed so natural. Why did she choose to become female when a perfectly good male body was available? She argued with the male part of her mind as to whether it just was part of checking out a theory, or a desire to experience further, the feminine side of life. Thoughts that Scott was turning gay, or that he was a latent transsexual, were quashed with difficultly. Perhaps the fact that living in a female body was sexual turn on for a male mind, given that despite only having been a woman for barely a day, it felt perfectly normal to be one. Was the programming that good? Alternatively, was there something else she was overlooking? Scott knew one thing for sure. Becoming an older man didn't have much going for it, but becoming a woman, even a mature one, had a certain attraction. It was a buzz to become someone whose body was radically different, to experience living with breasts and a vagina was a choice that couldn't be turned down.

Letting her body remember the best route to her home, Margaret drove the Volvo though the early afternoon traffic, till she reached Sacramento. The home at Rolling Green Drive was between the Sacramento River and the Lighthouse Golf and Country Club. The stately home was set back down a drive lined with trees. The gates were open and as Margaret approached the house slowly, the auto garage opener in the car beeped a warning as it neared the double garage built on the side of the house. Both doors opened, and Margaret gasped as an identical Volvo to the one she was driving was revealed. It had the same registration number and looked identical, except for one thing. There was no knob. It looked as if this was just an ordinary car. Obviously, one morphing car was sufficient for their purposes and was less likely to be discovered.

Margaret found a key in her purse as she approached the front door. It wasn't needed, as the door was unlocked. Whether that was on purpose to help would be burglars, ransack the place, or they saw no need to lock it in the first place, she couldn't speculate. She entered, closing the door behind her and locked it. Maybe aliens had no concept of the use of locks, but she didn't want to be disturbed while she explored the place.

It looked similar to Sara's place, as if the family had just gone out for the day. The bedrooms still had clothing and the usual things that accumulate over the years. No sign of hurried departure or untidiness from a forced evacuation, there was food in the fridge and cupboards. Trying to recall any information from the built in memories of the body, Margaret found that she didn't have a job as such, but Steven was a naval attaché, her role seemed to be more involved with social gatherings with others in the naval arena. Perhaps she was gathering information in a more informal way, through the wives of high-ranking officers.

Margaret was puzzling over what vehicle to entice her friends into first, the Volvo or the truck. She decided the truck was the only option, as then at least she could talk to them as Scott. If they used the Volvo as their default mode, would that mean that they couldn't become the Ellery family? Margaret had another thought, what if they were in the Volvo as themselves and changed the knob to another setting, on returning it back to the Volvo setting, would they return to their original bodies? Or would they become the Ellery's? If so, how could they get back to their normal male bodies? She shuddered, realising the risk she as Scott had taken getting into the truck. Scott could easily have been changed into someone else forever, when he'd turned the knob back to the truck mode.

Deciding to call her friends, Scott returned to his body and marvelled again, as the truck shimmered into existence from what had been a Volvo. Scott sighed, as he looked down at his missing cleavage. Breasts might be strange to experience, but they had their good points too. He sniggered at the unintentional pun, as he walked into the house to phone his friends.

Scott waited and watched as his three friends smoked into the driveway of the Ellery's residence. The old Buick had seen as many miles as Scott's now defunct Studebaker. Looking at the oil smoke coming from the exhaust, as the car coughed to a halt, he knew it was time to dump it. He'd told them that he was staying free at the Ellery's and for them to pack up and come over too.

"Hey! Some house you got here," Daniel exclaimed.

"Yeah, how come you got to house sit these folks place?" grumbled William, as he checked out the gabled frontage.

"Nice," was Kevin's only comment, as he eyed the place speculatively.

"Come in, there's more surprises inside," Scott laughed.

They all trooped inside, admiring the decor and more importantly the contents of the fridge and wet bar. Soon, all had cans of beer, bar Scott, who mixed up a cocktail from the bar. Feeling rather wicked, Scott decided to play a prank.

"Hey you guys, I'd like you to meet someone, I'll just go get her," he said, trying not to laugh out loud.

"You have a girl stashed here?" scoffed Kevin, knowing how unlikely that was, given Scott's shyness with the fairer sex.

"Sure, she's a knockout," replied Scott, as he headed out towards the door to the garage.

The guys laughed as Scott disappeared, and argued amongst themselves, as to how many paper bags were going to be needed.

Scott got into the truck, hoping they wouldn't follow, should they hear it start up. He selected the Jennifer option, hoping to leave the boy's drooling when they caught sight of her. In less than a minute, Jennifer strutted back inside and stopped just inside the doorway unseen as yet, by her friends. She struck a pose with one hand up on the side of the door above her head and the other on her jutting hip as Jennifer looked in at the oblivious guys as they continued drinking and still commenting on what a dog Scott would drag in.

"Woof woof, boys, want to take me walkies?" she asked in her sexy voice, as she watched the stunned expressions on the guy's faces.

To be continued.

  

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