Room 1408
(Based off the novel and film 1408)

Mike exited his apartment and walked over to the mailbox. He hadn't
checked it all week and assumed it would be full of junk mail. Sure
enough, he found it filled with letters. He quickly went through it
sorting out his roommate's mail in the process. John was just as
forgetful. People of his generation never used the mail. That was what
email was for.

Finally, Mike came across an odd post-card. It was a picture of an old
hotel in the middle of New York City. Flipping it over, Mike read the
one-sentence description: Don't enter room 1408. Mike smirked at the
post-card. He would have to show John it later. The two of them had
subscribed to a haunted house organization for kicks.

Mike threw the rest of the mail away and placed the post-card on the
kitchen table. Mike and John were both college students. An English
major, Mike desired to one day be a famous writer. John was a jock
playing a number of sports at the college. The two only had one thing
in common and that was their shared interest in haunted houses and
ghosts. The two didn't take it seriously desiring to disprove every
place they had been to.

John came downstairs groggily as he went for the breakfast cereal. "I
got this post-card in the mail. It's another haunting except this time
it's a famous hotel in New York City," Mike said.

"Really? What's haunted about it?" John asked curiously.

"I don't know, but it says not to enter room 1408," Mike said.

John looked over the post-card and studied the numbers. "The numbers
add up to 13," he realized.

"Pretty clever," Mike smiled.

"Not very original," John scoffed.

"New York City isn't a long drive from here," Mike considered. The two
lived in Boston. "I was thinking of checking it out next weekend. You
up for it?"

"Sorry man, I got a wrestling tournament," John said. "You do know that
traffic in New York is insane."

"Yeah, I'll take my bike," Mike said thoughtfully.

***

Next Friday night, Mike rode his motorcycle into New York City. By the
time he arrived, it was already dark. Mike always came prepared for
these kinds of haunted places. In his backpack were his laptop, tape
recorder, and camera. He strolled into The Dolphin lobby and saw
how expensive it looked. He realized this would take up most of his
haunted house budget. Mike was dressed in a green coat, a Hawaiian t-
shirt, and black pants. He looked out of place as richly dressed New
Yorkers entered and exited the building.

"Welcome to the Dolphin Hotel," the red-headed clerk said politely. "Are
you checking in?"

"Yes," Mike replied.

"Do you have a reservation?" she asked.

"No, I was hoping room 1408 was open," Mike said casually. He then
kicked himself mentally for not calling ahead. If it was occupied, it
would be a wasted trip.

"It is open," the clerk said as she looked on her computer.

Mike sighed with relief. The clerk frowned as the computer warned her
to talk to management. "Will you excuse me for just a moment, Sir," she
said.

Mike nodded as she went to get a manager. That manager then walked
across the hotel lobby and disappeared from view. Mike waited patiently
until a tall black man approached him. "Hello, my name is Gerald, the
general manager of The Dolphin hotel. Is there anything I can help you
with, Sir? I can arrange dinner reservations, tickets to the Knicks
game, anything you would like," Gerald said.

"I just want room 1408," Mike said politely.

"We were thinking of upgrading you to a penthouse suite," Gerald
objected.

"Just 1408 please," Mike insisted.

"Could you please step into my office?" Gerald asked.

"Sure," Mike relented.

As they walked towards the manager's office, Mike wondered what was
going on. Why was the manager resisting him? Was it to hold him in
suspense? Mike entered the office and was amazed by its luxuriousness.
There were paintings, sculptures, a small library, a large desk, and a
collection of liquor bottles.

"Do you drink?" Gerald asked getting out a bottle.

"On occasion," Mike smiled.

"Remy 1839, runs about $800 a bottle when you can find it," Gerald said
as he opened the bottle.

"I appreciate the bribe, but I intend on staying in that room," Mike
said. The more push back he received about this room the more he wanted
it.

"How long?" Gerald asked.

"A night," Mike answered thinking the question odd.

"Oh, I see. No one has ever lasted an hour," Gerald said seriously.

"I have been all over the country in haunted houses, graveyards, and
spooky places. I think I can last more than an hour in a hotel room," Mike
said unimpressed.

"No man has ever exited room 1408," Gerald said darkly.

"You saying they died?" Mike asked.

"No, they simply disappeared never to be seen again," Gerald replied.

Mike nodded as if accepting Gerald's advice. "I didn't get that drink,"
he reminded him.

Gerald poured Mike a glass not bothering to ask Mike's legal age. Mike
drank down the glass as if it were a shot. It was the best drink Mike
had ever tasted.

"No," Mike said simply.

"Damn it to hell!" Gerald cursed.

Mike smirked victoriously. "I am trying to help you. You go into that
room, you're putting your life into your hands. You waste your college
fund on these trips to haunted places. You have no direction in your
life. You just play these games," Gerald warned.

"Where do you get off?" Mike replied angrily.

"Oh please. Don't act like a sore school girl," Gerald insulted.

"Give me my key," Mike insisted.

Gerald sighed. "Come with me," he said.

Mike walked with Gerald over to the lobby desk. He took out an actual
key. Mike followed Gerald to the 14th floor. "I don't go farther than
here," Gerald said as the elevator doors opened.

"Is the room ever cleaned?" Mike asked.

"Yes, but the door is always open and never for more than an hour,"
Gerald said gravely.

Mike rolled his eyes and walked down the hall towards 1408. He placed
the key in the slot and then went inside. It was an ordinary hotel room
with a bedroom, living room, and bathroom. There was nothing out of the
ordinary about the room. He closed the door behind him and rested on
the bed. He realized with amazement that he didn't even pay for the
room. Shrugging, he looked around examining every part of the room.

Done, Mike considered why the manager was being such a pain. If John
had been with him, there might have been an actual fight. The only
thing he did find odd was that the paintings in each of the rooms were
that of romantic couples from the Victorian age. Probably a newlywed
room, Mike figured.

Mike recorded all of his observations on his tape recorder as he went
through it. He investigated the liquor cabinet. Smiling, he figured these
would be free as well. Turning on his laptop, he realized there was also
free Wi-Fi in the room. He then turned on the TV and saw different
categories of shows including adult entertainment. Tonight, he would
get himself wasted and then tomorrow he would explore the city.

Looking out the window, Mike could see a number of New York skyscrapers
in the distance. Suddenly, the radio turned on. Mike jumped hitting
his head before going back inside. The music was a woman's voice
singing "It has just begun..." Mike turned off the radio and then saw two
chocolates on the bed. He hadn't recalled them being there before. He
checked the room to see if room service had somehow entered without him
knowing. Seeing no one, Mike checked the closet to see if someone was
hiding there. Instead, he found an assortment of dresses, women's
shoes, and other clothes.

"Weird," Mike said as he closed the closet. He thought he had checked
everything but apparently not this closet. Someone must have left their
entire wardrobe in the hotel years ago.

Mike went over to the bed and had a drink. Nearly finished with the
drink, the radio came back on startling him. "It must be on some kind
of alarm," Mike figured. He turned it off but then the numbers began to
flash. Mike stared as the numbers changed to 60:00 and started counting
down. Mike recalled that no one had lasted over an hour.

"Very clever," Mike saluted Gerald.

Mike decided to forget the alarm and take a shower. He placed his
clothes in the bedroom and then entered the shower/tub. The warm water
was refreshing as it washed over him. It felt so good; he felt he could
spend the entire hour in the shower. After five minutes, the water
became super-cold. "Shit!" Mike said getting out of the shower. He
manipulated the hot and cold knobs without success.

"Old building," he said disdainfully.

Taking a towel, he dried himself and then went back into the living
room. Only his clothes were gone. Mike looked around but his clothes
were nowhere to be found. Irritated, Mike got on the phone.

"Room service," the female voice on the other end said.

"Someone has taken my clothes. I want them back," Mike demanded.

"Who has taken your clothes?" she asked.

"Who do you think? It must have been room service. They came in while
I was in the shower and took my clothes," Mike accused.

"Are there clothes in the closet you can use?" the voice asked.

"Yes, but they're women's clothes. I am a man," Mike objected.

"I don't understand the problem," the voice said.

"What? Are you crazy?" Mike said and then hung up angrily.

Mike then approached the closet looking for anything gender-neutral.
There was a t-shirt, white socks, and women's jeans. He also found
women's tennis shoes. "This will have to do," he muttered.

Taking the clothes, he placed them on the bed. He still had an
underwear problem. He figured he would just go commando rather than put
female underwear on. When he was done putting them on, he was amazed
they fit. He looked at himself in the mirror.

"I look ridiculous," he said displeased.

Mike decided to leave and go shopping for real clothes. Turning the
knob, he found it locked. Mike struggled with the knob for a few
moments until giving up. Taking his key, he tried to unlock it from the
inside. His key suddenly snapped off. Mike then continued to twist on
the knob until it came clear off.

Mike banged and kicked on the door without success. Dismayed at his
weakness, Mike went up to the window. There was a woman in the building
across from him. Opening the window, he began to shout at her to get
help.

"You! Help!" Mike yelled at the woman across from him.

The woman noticed Mike and peered at him through the window. "Call the
police!" he yelled at her.

He then realized the woman was simply imitating his gestures. With every
gesture with his hands, she also did the same. Mike became angry at the
mocking woman for not taking him seriously. Mike took the lamp near the
window. The woman did the same.

"Oh really?" Mike smirked. He threw the lamp out the window and the
woman did the same. The two lamps disappeared before hitting the
street.

Freaked out, Mike turned away from the window. He stared at the booze on
the table. "It must be the alcohol. I have been drugged. This is like
an acid trip," he realized.

The television then turned on by itself showing home-videos of when he
was a kid. There was a stark difference though. Instead of a little
boy, there was a little girl. Mike watched stunned as his parents
celebrated the little girl's birthday. "That's me," Mike said confused.

Mike turned off the TV and opened his laptop. He found John online and
initiated a Skype video. "Hey, John. I need to be picked up. The hotel
put acid in my drink," Mike said.

"Wait, who are you? Why do you have Mike's screen name?" John asked
confused.

Mike looked around to see if anyone was behind him. "It's Mike. I need
your help," he said.

"I don't know who you are, lady. How did you get Mike's password?" he
asked suspiciously.

Mike simply stared at John. "Mike let me borrow it because I don't
have one of my own. I am with him in the hotel," Mike said playing
along.

"Nice," John approved.

"He needs a ride. He can't drive right now, and I don't ride
motorcycles," Mike said.

"Why not stay the night and pass out?" John suggested.

"The room isn't safe. They've locked us in. You need to get the
police," Mike said.

"Has Mike already chickened out? This would be a first," John smirked.

A Skype video then appeared showing Mike's face. "You should come over
to room 1408. It's really spooky," Mike said in the video.

"I already told you I have a wrestling tournament," John objected.

"I understand. Have a good night," Mike on the video said.

"That's not me," Mike shouted at the computer.

The water system suddenly went off in the room disabling the laptop.
"Damn it," Mike swore as his laptop was ruined.

His clothes were now soaked from the water system. Irritable, he ran
his fingers through his black hair. Only instead of his short spiky
hair, it was longer and wavy. The water stopped leaving a drenched room.
Mike stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was longer as if he
hadn't cut it in a month. His face also looked a little different. He
realized that his nipples were protruding from his wet t-shirt. Taking
his wet t-shirt off, he could tell that his nipples were larger than
before.

Mike looked at the alarm and saw that thirty-five minutes were still
left. "I just need to last the hour," he said to himself.

Mike went back to the closet to see if there were any dry clothes he
could use. Unlike before, the only remaining clothes left were dresses
and skirts. Turning away from the closet, Mike approached the hairdryer.
Taking off his clothes, he manually dried each article of
clothing. As he did, he saw his face in the mirror. It was becoming
softer and more feminine. His facial hair that he had neglected to
shave was now gone.

"No man has ever exited room 1408."

Mike stared at the mirror in horror. The room was haunted, and it was
changing him into a woman. "No way," Mike said to himself, his voice
cracking.

Mike felt for his penis stroking it a few times. He closed his eyes as
he thought of sexy thoughts. He was going to defeat this. He thought
of himself embracing and kissing a naked woman in the hotel room. He
stroked himself as he did thinking of all the ways he would pleasure
their breasts. His penis became longer and strong as he continued to
stroke it.

"That's it," he said to himself.

He fantasized penetrating a beautiful black-haired woman. Her hair was
to her shoulders, her breasts were B-cup, and her legs were wrapped
around his waist. Mike went harder on himself until finally, he came to
his release in the tub. Mike felt exhausted but satisfied. He then
realized something was wrong as his penis became flaccid. His balls
appeared to deflate and his penis became one inch long as if he had been
in freezing water.

"I have to get out of this room," he said, his voice continuing to
crack.

He grabbed the half-dried clothes and put them on quickly. He got to
the window and looked outside. Seeing the next window over, he saw that
he had to walk about twenty steps to get to the next window. If he
fell, he would surely die but if he stayed he would lose his manhood.
Mike decided to risk it and went outside on the ledge. He made a few
steps carefully balancing himself. His body shook in fear as he moved
step-by-step.

"Don't be a girl," he said to himself.

His chest swelled slightly distracting him as he moved. The wind tore
at him threatening to send him off. "Just a few more steps," he told
himself.

He then realized the window to the next room disappeared. Looking
either way, the only hotel room that had any windows at all was his own.
Freaked out, he nearly fell off the ledge. Defeated, he moved back to
his own window and got back inside.

As he crossed over, he turned back to see that the windows had been
blocked off with solid brick. It would now be impossible to even
attempt to get down through the window. The room then became cold as
the thermostat went to 0 degrees. The existing water in the room froze
like frost or snow. He could see his breath and his body shivered. He
looked to the hairdryer but it no longer worked. The shower also
refused to run warm water.

"I am going to freeze to death," Mike realized.

He then heard an electronic noise from the fax machine. He took the
printed piece of paper and stared at the message. "Put clothes on from
the closet and you will be warm," it said.

"No!" Mike refused, crumbling the piece of paper and throwing it aside.

As the minutes went by the room became even colder reaching -30 degrees.
Mike could no longer feel his fingers and could barely breathe. "You
win," he said dragging himself over to the closet.

He slowly grasped for a black dress and then put it over his body.
Immediately, the closet became warm and the frost disappeared. "Happy?"
he said weakly.

Entering the living room, as long as he had the dress on, the room
remained normal temperature. Mike then began to see hallucinations of
people from various times. They all appeared as black-and-white
holograms like that of an old movie. They moved across the room and
each one had their own story. Mike watched in fascinated horror as each
one of them started out as a man, then eventually putting on female
clothes of various fashions, and then becoming women. Mike then
followed the ghostly holograms to the bedroom where he then saw the now-
women make love to other men.

Mike couldn't turn his eyes away as these women took off their old
fashion dresses from the 1920s while the men took off their suits. They
made love the same way couples made love today. Mike saw a World War 2
soldier in uniform change before his eyes into an Army nurse and make
love to another soldier. He then saw a man with long hair and beard
from the 60s change into a beautiful woman with long hair down to her
waist.

Mike noted that with each visual he saw, the guest went through a
process of denial and final acceptance of their fate. "No," Mike shook
his head. "I won't be like the others," he said to himself.

He then turned and saw his mother sitting on the couch in the living
room. "Mom?" Mike wondered.

"Honey, you look beautiful," she said standing up and looking him over.

"Mom, I'm your son," Mike said to her.

"You no longer need to pretend anymore, Michelle. I have accepted it.
I just want you to be happy," his mother smiled.

"Michelle?" Michael wondered.

"It's the name I would have given you had you been born a girl," his
mother said. "Do you like it?"

"Sure, I guess," Mike muttered. "I'm not going to be a girl. I'm still
your son," he told her.

"I should have known from the very beginning. You always liked to dress
up and play with dolls. Can you forgive me for denying it for so long?
All the pain you must have gone through. I'm a terrible mother," she
said mournfully.

"No, you did nothing wrong, mom. It's this room. It's making everyone
crazy," Michael said. "You have to help me get out of this room."

"You're no longer in the closet, honey. You're free now," she said.

"You're not listening to me, mom. You have to help me get out!" Mike
yelled at her.

There was a sudden knock on the door and both turned towards it. "It's
me, John. Open up," John said from behind the door.

Mike simply stared in disbelief. "He's such a good boy. I'm so happy
for you," his mother gushed.

"It's not like that," Mike insisted turning to the door. He looked back
towards his mother, but she was gone.

Freaked out, Mike reached for the doorknob. "Come on, you in there. I
drove all the way out here to see you," John said frustrated as he
knocked.

"I can't open the door. Get help," Mike said and then covered his mouth
in shock. His voice was a high pitched woman's voice.

"What do you mean? Just open the door," John said annoyed.

Mike decided to test the doorknob and opened the door. As soon as the
door was open, Mike dashed to get out. He ran into John bouncing off
him. "What's your hurry?" he asked.

"Don't close the door!" Mike yelled at him in his squeaky voice.

John closed the door just as he said it locking them in. Mike's heart
sank as he realized he had just lost his opportunity to escape. "You
don't seem happy to see me. Our wrestling meet got canceled, so I
decided to come out and see you. This room doesn't seem so bad," he
remarked.

"We have to get out of here," Mike told him.

"You look freaked out. Relax, babe, I'm here," John said and then
kissed him.

Mike felt confusion, disgust, and arousal all at once. John smiled at
him and then took off his jacket on the bed getting more comfortable.
Mike glanced at the mirror and saw a woman in a black dress looking back
at him. He looked down at himself and saw that he was still male,
barely.

John lay down on the bed kicking his shoes off. "Maybe tomorrow, we can
tour the city. Would you like that?" John asked.

"Sure," Mike replied.

The phone then rang. "I'll get it," John offered, getting off the bed.

"No, I got it," Mike insisted grabbing the phone.

John shrugged as Mike listened to the receiver. "If you want to leave,
you know what to do," the woman's voice on the other end said.

"Why are you doing this?" Mike whispered back.

"All guests in room 1408 have free will. You can either relive this
hour over and over, or you can take advantage of our express check out
system," the woman's voice said.

Mike looked over at the relaxing John and put the receiver done. "Who
was it?" John asked curiously.

"Just room service wanting to know if we needed anything," Mike lied.

"That's nice of them, but I prefer it if we had some privacy," John
smirked.

"Yeah, right," Mike agreed.

Mike's mind was turning. If he had sex with John and became a woman, he
could leave the room. Or else the two of them could be trapped in the
room forever. Foreign thoughts started entering Mike's mind. Was John
good in bed? Could he last long enough? Was he husband material? What
would having a family be like with him? Mike shook his head trying to
clear the weird thoughts from his head.

"I'm going to take a shower," Mike said excusing himself.

"Mind if I join in?" John asked hopefully.

"No, I'll be out quickly," Mike said awkwardly.

John shrugged and turned on the TV. Mike exited the room and went into
the bathroom. A woman's face was in the mirror. Mike felt his usual
features on his face despite his female appearance in the mirror. His
hands appeared feminine as they moved across his face. Mike took the
dress off and hung it on a hook on the door. Taking his underwear off,
he could see the changes to his body.

"I just need to think," he said to himself as he turned the water on.

Mike felt the jets of warm water on his budding chest. He felt the A-
cup breasts wondering if he could simply remove them surgically or bind
them so no one would notice. "All I have to do is have sex with him and
then I am free to go," he thought to himself.

What if I become pregnant? Can I become pregnant? What if I...I mean if
he uses a condom? Mike shook with nervousness as he anxiously thought of
what would happen if he had sex with John. He felt arousal go through
his breasts as he thought about it. Slowly his breasts and nipples
expanded becoming B-cup size. Mike could now cup his breasts easily.
There would be no way to hide them now. Mike placed his hands on his
hips and felt them expand outward while his waist shrunk in.

"I guess I better get in one good stroke before it's gone," he said to
himself. He reached down to his shrinking penis and felt an intense
pleasure as he touched it. "Oh fuck!" he said stunned.

Mike felt underneath as his balls flattened into his abdomen. Inside,
he felt a weird sensation as organs started growing and rearranging
themselves. His penis continued to shrink until it was no longer
visible. Mike felt around and realized his penis had become a clitoris.
He rubbed it a few times and felt the most intense feeling. "This is so
much better," she said to herself.

Michelle exited the shower and dried herself with the hotel's towel.
Wrapping it around her torso, she nervously exited the bathroom. John
was distracted with the TV and didn't notice Michelle enter the bedroom.

He suddenly noticed her and immediately turned off the TV. "You look
hot," he smiled.

Michelle blushed as she walked closer to him. She felt butterflies in
her stomach as she came closer to the bed. Was she really going to go
through with it? Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the task at
hand. She opened her eyes and let the towel fall to the floor. John
looked at her in stunned silence with elevator eyes. Michelle smiled
awkwardly as she revealed her naked body to him.

"Wow, you look..." he began and then suddenly disappeared.

Mike heard the alarm clock go off and saw the numbers rotate until it
was back to 60:00. He looked down at himself and saw his naked male
body with the towel around his feet. "I took too long," he realized.

Mike mentally kicked himself for even thinking about having sex with
John. Sudden disgust filled his mind at the idea of it. He quickly put
his male clothes back on and reached for the doorknob. It was locked
preventing him from leaving. He struggled with the doorknob for a few
moments before giving up. He checked the closet and found women's
clothing as before. Mike turned away from the closet and went into the
bathroom to wash his face.

"This is just a really bad dream," he said to himself. He turned the
faucet on and washed his face a few times. He turned the facet off but
the water kept going. "What?" he wondered.

Water started pouring out filling up the sink and then overflowing into
the bathroom. "What a mess," Mike complained. Water then shot out from
the shower as well. In quick order, the bathroom was flooded. Mike
backed away as the floor of the entire room was flooded. The flow of
water accelerated until it reached a foot high. Mike made his way
through the water and noticed that none of the water was flowing through
the crack in the door. He reached for the window, but it refused to
open.

"I am going to drown," he realized.

The water kept coming forcing Mike to swim to the surface. Desperate,
he kicked at the window to release the water, but it was no use. Mike
went back to the surface near the ceiling and considered what to do.
"The closet maybe?" he figured. It saved him from the cold so maybe it
would work this time. Mike swam over to the closet and with difficulty
got the door open. Water immediately flowed into the closet making all
of the clothes soaking wet.

Mike reached for the black dress and made his way back to the surface.
He now had only a few inches of air space left. The water continued to
flow even as he held the dress. "Oh, come on!" he said angrily.

As he ran out of air space, Mike struggled to get the dress on.
Finally, the room was completely submerged. Mike eventually got the
dress on while being tossed around by the waves. Once he zipped it up
completely, he dropped to the floor perfectly dry.

Looking around, he saw that the hotel room was completely dry with no
sign of any water damage. Cautiously Mike approached the bathroom but
didn't dare touch the sink. He then heard a knock on the door.

"Fuck me, right?" Mike said wearily.

Looking at the clock, he saw that he only had thirty minutes left. Mike
approached the door and was able to open it. John walked through as
before, and Mike immediately tried to get out. He found to his chagrin
that his bare feet were stuck to the floor. John didn't seem to notice
and closed the door behind him. "Damn it!" he screamed inside his head.

"Nice place, but it doesn't seem spooky at all," John remarked. "My
wrestling meet got canceled, so I decided to come over."

"Thanks for coming," Mike said lamely.

"No problem. Tomorrow, we can tour around the city. Anything you want
to do, babe," John smiled.

Mike smiled awkwardly at being called "babe." He looked at the clock and
noticed he was running out of time.

John took his jacket off and kicked off his shoes before he lay on the
bed. "Want to watch a movie or TV?" John asked.

Mike's mind was in turmoil as he tried to think of what he was going to
do. Resolved, he walked closer to John. "No, I want you, now," he
said.

John raised his eyebrows surprised. Mike got on top of John and worked
to take off his shirt. He tried not to think about what he was doing.
As he unbuttoned John's pants, he couldn't help but think that this was
the gayest thing he had ever done. Mike pulled John's pants off and
threw his shirt aside. Mike could tell that John was good and hard
through his boxer shorts. Hesitating, Mike finally reached to take
those off as well. Meanwhile, John unzipped his dress and started
taking it off his body.

In short order, the two were naked on the bed. Mike felt completely
awkward still appearing to himself as a man. "Should I get a condom on?"
John asked reaching for his pants.

"Yeah, sure," Mike agreed.

Mike waited patiently as John placed the condom over his cock. All the
while, Mike wondered what it would feel to have that thing inside him.
Mike then had a wild idea. What if he fucked John? Then maybe he would
remain a man, and John would become the woman. It was worth a try but
could Mike go through with it knowing the consequences for John. It was
either him or John.

Mike took the initiative aiming his cock towards John's entrance and
pushed in. "Wow, you're feisty tonight," John commented.

Mike smiled as he thrust all the way in. He had never done this before
with a man, but it seemed similar enough to when he fucked girls in the
past. After a few thrusts, Mike suddenly became disoriented. Looking
down, he saw B-cup breasts wiggling with his motion. Down below, he no
longer had his penis, and he was not inside John at all. Instead, John
was inside him! He was still on top, but John's cock was deep inside
him. Mike was a woman again in the cowgirl position on top of John.

"Oh my God! What the fuck?" Michelle screamed in her head. John
continued to thrust his hips upward and then grunted as he came inside
the condom.

"Wow, that was good," he smiled.

Michelle was absolutely horrified and got off him. She looked at the
clock and saw that she only had a few minutes remaining. Had she done
it this time? Was she free to go? John fell on his pillow contently as
the minutes ticked by. Michelle simply stared at the clock as it
counted down. Finally, the clock got down to the end.

Mike was suddenly placed in the living room wearing his male clothes as
before. John was gone and the clock was back to 60:00. The phone rang
again. Mike picked up the phone. "What do you want? I did what you
asked," Mike demanded.

"I'm sorry, but you did not fulfill the checkout requirement," the
woman's voice said.

"I fucked my best friend. What else do you want?" Mike asked outraged.

"In order to check out, two lives must enter and three lives must exit,"
the woman's voice said calmly.

Mike let that sink in. "What...the...fuck?" he said.

"Two lives enter and three lives exit," the woman's voice repeated.

Mike put down the receiver and stared off into space as he realized what
the room demanded of him. Not only did the room want him to become a
woman, but it also wanted him to become pregnant as well. He would have to
conceive in this very room in one hour.

"Impossible," he said to himself but then realized what kind of room he
was in.

Mike stared at the mirror in the living room and saw a pregnant version
of himself in it. "It's not fair," he muttered.

The phone suddenly caught fire in an apparent electrical fire. "Oh
shit!" Mike realized as the fire quickly spread. If he didn't get out of
the room, he was going to burn to death.

Mike quickly checked the door and found it locked as before. He then
noticed the closet and found the black dress as before. "I get it," he
said angrily.

As the fire spread through the room, the smoke began to suffocate him.
Mike put on the dress using his hands to feel as he could no longer see
anything in the dense smoke. Successfully putting on the dress, the
smoke and fire disappeared.

Mike took several long breaths to clear his lungs of the smoke. As
before, there was a knock on the door. Mike opened the door and
immediately ran out into the hallway past John. As soon as he reached
the hallway, he realized he had just run right back into the room. John
closed the door and touched the back of his shoulders.

"You're so tense, babe. The wrestling meet was canceled, so I figured
I would come over," he said as he massaged Mike's back.

Mike was mentally and physically exhausted by his ordeal. He just wanted
to surrender to it all. "John, just take me," Mike said defeated.

"All the way?" John asked.

"All the way," Mike repeated.

John continued to massage his back and kiss his neck. Mike didn't care
if what he was doing was gay anymore. He just wanted out of the room.
Besides, what John was doing felt so good. John reached around and
began massaging his breasts through the dress. Mike arched his back as
he saw John cup, squeeze, and massage his growing breasts. As soon as
they reached full size, John began squeezing his nipples expertly.

Mike felt his dress fall off but felt no shame in his nakedness. John
continued downward touching his smooth hairless stomach and his female
hips. As John moved down his body, Mike could see the changes taking
place. John lightly touched his female ass and then reached around to
his crotch. John's larger hands went straight for Mike's shrinking
penis and completely covered his crotch. Mike moaned as John moved his
fingers. Once John withdrew his hands, Mike's cock and balls were gone.
Looking at himself, Mike was now completely female.

John took off his jacket and shirt throwing them aside. He then
unbuttoned his pants taking them off. Michelle turned around and saw
John's naked male body before her. Immediately, she felt turned on by
his muscular tall frame. John had been taller than her when she was a
man but now he looked like a giant. Michelle couldn't help but wonder
what her future son would look like.

John took off his boxers revealing a flaccid penis. "I must be a little
tired from the trip. I'll get it up," John promised her.

Michelle looked at the clock and saw that she was running out of time.
"Let me help," she said.

John let Michelle get closer to him and got on her knees. She got close
to John's cock and started stroking him. "I can't believe I am doing
this," Michelle said to herself. She finally placed her lips on his
cock and licked it a few times. Realizing it wasn't as weird as she
thought it would be, Michelle put her mouth on John's cock and started
sucking on it. John tensed up as he felt a pleasurable sensation
radiate from the head of his cock. Michelle decided to take the plunge
as a sexually active woman. She was going to suck cock and get fucked
just like any other woman. She felt liberated as if the flood gates of
possibilities had become open to her. She could appreciate John and
share her body with him like never before. They could still do the same
things as before. They could tour every haunted house and hotel in the
country but instead of awkwardly sharing a bed, they could now get laid
instead. The stress of finding a good girl to hang out with was over.
She now had her man, forever.

John became instantly hard as she continued to suck on him. Knowing he
would cum if she didn't stop she withdrew from him. "Show me what you
can do," Michelle said standing up.

"Alright," John smiled following her to the bed.

"Oh, I forgot my condom," John said.

"Forget it. I want to feel the real you," Michelle insisted.

"You sure?" John asked.

Michelle nodded. "Alright," John smiled as he got in the bed with her.

Michelle waited as John got into the right position on top of her.
Michelle felt weird being in such a submissive role. Even when girls
were on top of her before, she always knew she could retake control.
John placed his cock between her legs and slowly pushed in. Michelle
gasped as she felt his cock inside her. The feeling was indescribable
as he made his way all the way to her cervix. John and Michelle kissed
as John got used to being inside her.

Michelle felt relief wash over her as John went to work. She didn't
have to worry about a premature ejaculation or whether or not she could
successfully pleasure a girl. She could just lay back and relax as John
fucked her. Michelle felt a rush of new memories enter her mind. She
and John had been high school sweethearts, they awkwardly made love for
the first time when her parents were on vacation, and they began living
together as a couple at the apartment and had many love sessions in
haunted places. Every memory of each haunted place they went to was now
enhanced by their love and chemistry towards each other. They were no
longer just friends. They were lovers.

Michelle could tell that John was not going full speed trying to keep
going as long as he could. She looked over at the clock and realized
they only had a few minutes left. "Cum for me, baby," she whispered in
his ear.

"But you haven't, yet," he pointed out.

"We have all night," she said.

John smiled at that and picked up the pace. Michelle felt an instant
rush as John went full speed. Right now, they were just doing
missionary. She had plenty of time to try other positions later. She
just needed him to cum within the next five minutes. If he failed to do
so, she would go back to being a man and have to start all over again.
She decided to do her part by crossing her legs behind him and clutching
his muscular back. She kissed him as he went faster and faster.

Finally, John grunted and stayed still. Michelle could feel movement
inside her like a steady stream. John was cumming inside her! John did
a few more thrusts as he softened inside her. Michelle sighed knowing
it was over. It would take John sometime before he could recover. She
looked over to the clock and saw that they had only one more minute to
go.

After a few tense moments, the clock went to zero, and she heard a click
on the door. John didn't know the ramification of what had just
happened. She was pregnant now. John's sperm managed to get to her egg
just in time. They were going to have a baby. Michelle then noticed
that they were both wearing wedding rings. She had become a wife and
mother in one night. Memories of their wedding suddenly appeared in her
mind. John had proposed to her in a haunted house no less. She felt
instant love for John, her soul mate.

"John, we should get dressed and go downstairs, right?" she said
submissively.

"We could stay in, all night. Would you like that?" John asked
seductively.

Michelle liked the idea of exploring her new sexuality with John, but
she desperately wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible.
"John, I don't like this room," she said.

"It is a little stuffy," John agreed. "Still, we should take a shower
first," John said.

"Sure," Michelle agreed.

John helped Michelle off the bed so that they were standing close
together. Michelle's breasts lightly touched John's muscular and hairy
chest. She had lost a few inches of height and now had to look up to
meet his gaze.

"So, you want to go first?" Michelle asked him awkwardly.

"You're funny. Let's go," John told her.

Michelle's eyes widen as she realized he meant for both of them to
shower together. John entered the shower first getting the right
temperature. Michelle cautiously followed. The shower hadn't exactly
been friendly to her before. John took the soap and got his hands all
soapy. He then massaged her breasts and circled her nipples. Michelle
moaned in pleasure as he expertly cupped and squeezed her just the way
she liked.

John then went lower rubbing his thumb against her clit. Michelle
nearly fell from the shock of it. "Oh God, that felt good," she gasped.

"I didn't think it fair I got to cum, and you didn't," John remarked.

"It's okay, really," Michelle said.

"I'll get you there in no time," John promised.

Michelle placed her back against the wall as John continued to rub her
clit with his thumb. Her heart started to race, and her breathing
picked up. She felt her nipples get excited by what was happening. Her
whole body was reacting to what he was doing. John then took his index
and middle finger and slowly went inside her vagina.

Michelle cried out in pleasure as John moved his two fingers inside her
while rubbing her clit with his thumb. "He's so good at this. I don't
want it to end," Michelle said to herself. Her vagina instinctively
clenched on his fingers as he continued. Michelle's thoughts went wild
as she was being penetrated. She would kiss him, suck his cock, allow
him to fuck her however he wanted as long as he could get her to this
level.

Michelle clutched onto John unable to stand on her own. "Don't stop,"
she gasped.

John quickened his pace. Michelle felt it build up and then suddenly
her whole body tensed up. She released in a powerful orgasm that could
never compare to before. Michelle couldn't help but scream as it hit.
After getting her breath back, Michelle looked at John in awe.

"You have no idea how much better it is for me than you," Michelle said
stunned.

"Like you would know," John scoffed.

Michelle smiled knowing it would be impossible to tell John what had
transpired in the last hour. She felt so grateful to him for such a
wonderful night. She stared at his flaccid penis and decided to make
her move. It was no different than when she used to touch her own she
figured. Since he was her husband it only made sense that his cock was
now hers. She lightly touched his penis with her right hand stroking
it.

"It's going to take a while before I can get it up," John reminded her.

"Maybe not," Michelle smiled.

Michelle took the soap and rubbed it on his penis until it became semi-
hard. The water eventually washed away the soap as she stroked him.
Michelle got on her knees and pulled her wet hair away from her face.
She placed his cock into her mouth and started sucking like it was hard
candy. John's breathing picked up as he felt her tongue stroke his
head. Michelle looked up as she realized she was getting an effect from
John. This was so much easier than when she had gone down on a girl.
The shaft and balls were so easy to access. After a few moments, John
tensed up as he came in her mouth. Michelle quickly swallowed and stood
back up.

"Wow, that was great," John said appreciatively.

She had done it. She had gone down on a guy and made him cum. Never in
her life did she think it would be possible for her to have sex with her
male roommate and have his baby. Everything before this moment had been
dull. Now it was going to be an exciting adventure.

***

John and Michelle joyfully went down the elevator to the lobby where
they were met by the manager. "How do you like your stay?" he asked
them knowingly.

"It's been good so far," John smiled obliviously.

"I would like to offer you an upgrade to the penthouse suite. It's
perfect for a pair of newlyweds," he said.

"Sounds great," John agreed.

"You still have those Knick tickets?" Michelle asked.

"As a matter of fact, I do," the manager said taking two of them out of
his pocket.

John looked at Michelle in awe not expecting this. "Thank you, Sir,"
John said appreciatively.

"My pleasure. We hope you stay with us again whenever you are in New
York," the manager said and then walked away to the lobby desk.

"Looks like our evening is set," John grinned.

John put his arm around Michelle as they exited the hotel onto the
streets of New York. John waved for a taxi to take them to the
basketball stadium. Michelle looked around at the people around her.
Nothing would ever be the same; the way she saw men and women now. She
felt the dress around her like it was the most natural thing in the
world. As she walked, she noticed the subtle differences in her step.
She looked up at John who was now several inches taller and a lot bigger
than her now. She felt protected like never before.

A taxi drove up to John and Michelle to give them a ride. John took the
door and opened it for Michelle. Blushing at the new treatment,
Michelle got in the cab first with John following after her. As the cab
drove off, Michelle rested her head on John's shoulder feeling the
greatest contentment.

***

Two girls in black clothes strolled into the Dolphin hotel. One was
blond while the other had dark brown hair. They both wore mascara
around their eyes and had a gothic style to them. They came up to the
desk and waited for the clerk.

"How can I help you?" the clerk asked politely.

"We heard room 1408 is haunted. We wanted to check it out," the blond
girl said while chewing gum.

"I'm afraid 1408 is already booked," the clerk said.

"Oh really, I guess it's not so haunted after all," the brunette said
unimpressed.

The clerk double checked and saw a sudden vacancy. "It appears it is
available now," the clerk said. The computer instructed the clerk to
alert the manager. "Can you wait a moment, please?"

The two girls waited patiently as the manager strolled up. "How can I
help you?" he asked politely.

"We wanted to check into room 1408," the brunette pressed.

"That room was just recently vacated. Allow me to provide you other
options, a penthouse suite perhaps," the manager smiled.

"No, we want that one," the blonde insisted.

"I must warn you ladies, no woman has ever lasted more than one hour in
that room," the manager said darkly.

"So, a man could? That's sexist. I want that room," the brunette
demanded.

"Very well," the manager relented handing over the room key. "Take care
of the details, please," the manager said to the clerk.

The blonde turned to the brunette taking out her cell phone. "I am
going to make a quick call and then I'll see you up there," she said.

"Sure," the brunette said taking the keys and her stuff to the elevator.

The manager stared at the young brunette woman as she went into the
elevator. "Two enter, but three come out," he said darkly and then
poured himself a shot of old rum.

Room 1408 Part 2

(Based off the Novel and Film 1408. This is a sequel to my Room 1408
story so please read the first in the series.)

Brittney took her key and opened room 1408. She looked around and found
nothing out of the ordinary. She focused on the carpet half-expecting
blood stains; there were none. She looked at the bed and found that it
was perfectly made. She sighed bored and then went into the room keeping
the door open.

She ventured into the bathroom and found it perfectly clean. The fridge
was empty. Typically, a hotel would leave some snacks but since this
room was supposed to be haunted they decided not to stock it. Brittney
smiled amused at the cleverness. The hotel really wanted to make it seem
like this room was haunted. Brittney turned on the TV and found it old
but otherwise ordinary. She checked the windows and the closet.

Brittney suddenly jumped as the alarm clock went off. She looked at the
clock and saw that it was ticking down to the end of an hour. She looked
at the clock with annoyance. The clock must have been pre-programmed to
start as soon as someone entered.

"An hour until what?" Brittney mocked.

She then looked at the door and found it closed. "I could have
swore...," she muttered as she reached for the door knob. It was locked.

"This isn't funny," Brittney said angrily and tried to force the door
knob. When that didn't work, she picked up the phone.

"Room service," the operator answered.

"My door is locked. I need help," Brittney said flustered.

"What is your room number?" the operator asked.

"Room fourteen-o-eight," Brittney said.

"You must be mistaken. Room fourteen-o-eight does not have a working
phone," the operator said.

"What is this? I am in room fourteen-o-eight, and I am speaking to you
right now," Brittney said outraged.

"We will have someone up to assist you shortly," the operator promised.

"Thank you," Brittney said and then hung up the phone.

"They won't come," a voice said behind her.

Brittney spun around and saw a young man lying on the bed comfortably.
He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and pale complexion. "Who the fuck
are you? How did you get in here?" Brittney asked him outraged.

"The same way you did," he replied. "The name is Michael," he added.

"Well, Michael, since you managed to sneak in without me knowing, you
should know how to get out," Brittney said condescendingly.

"There is no way out," he said simply.

"Listen here, asshole," Brittney said as she grabbed him. Only, her
hands went through him like he was a hologram.

"What is this?" Brittney asked stunned.

"I am the soul left behind from when my body was taken from me," Michael
said.

"I don't believe in ghosts," Brittney said becoming fearful of the
apparition.

"Neither did I until I came into this room," Michael said.

"How long have you been here?" Brittney wondered thinking it must have
been years.

"An hour ago," Michael said.

"How is that possible? There was a vacancy for this room as I came to
the hotel," Brittney objected.

"My body left this room and then checked out of the hotel this evening I
assume," he said.

"If that is true, then I would have seen your body in the lobby. I never
saw a man like you before," Brittney argued.

"A man? No, the body would have been a woman," Michael said sadly.

Brittney stared at Michael and then realized she had seen a couple
leaving the hotel. The woman was smiling and laughing as she walked out
of the hotel. "Did she have a date with her?" Brittney questioned.

"Yes, his name is John," Michael said and then described what he looked
like and how he was dressed.

"Oh my God. I did see you two then," Brittney confirmed.

"A demonic spirit took over my body, changed it to become female, and
then made it have sex with John. The spirit made John think I was the
one in that body," Michael said angrily.

"That's great but that doesn't help me get out of this room," Brittney
said impatiently.

"I don't know what will happen to you. Only men have entered this room,"
Michael said.

"The manager said no woman ever survived for an hour in this room,"
Brittney pointed out.

Laura entered the room and before Brittney could stop her, she closed the
door. She placed her set of keys in her pocket. "What?" she demanded as
she saw Brittney and Michael stare at her.

"Now, all three of us are trapped," Brittney said annoyed.

"Who are you?" Laura demanded of Michael. "I thought we agreed to no
boys allowed," Laura said annoyed.

"You can see him?" Brittney asked incredulous.

"Of course, I can see him. I'm not blind," Laura said obnoxiously.

"This could work to our advantage," Michael smiled.

"What do you mean?" Brittney asked.

"Two enter but three must leave. This loophole will allow the three of
us to leave," Michael figured.

"But you're a ghost. Does that count?" Brittney wondered.

"Where's the ghost?" Laura asked curiously.

"He's the ghost, moron," Brittney said insultingly.

"How is he a ghost? He looks completely real," Laura protested. She
walked over to Michael and tried to touch him. Her hand went right
through him. "No way," she gasped.

"See?" Brittney said losing patience.

"I have to take video of this," Laura said getting out her phone.

"You won't be able to record anything in here," Michael said.

Laura gave Michael a dismissive look and started recording him anyway.
"So, how do we get out?" Brittney asked Michael.

"There appears to be two ways. Either, I leave with the two of you
through possession or...," Michael began.

"You're not possessing my body," Brittney objected.

"Same here," Laura agreed.

"Or one of you will slowly become male and impregnate the other," Michael
finished.

"What the fuck?" Laura said softly.

"Whenever there are two people of the same sex in the room, one begins to
change. In this case, one of you will become a boy and impregnate the
other. That will satisfy the rule," Michael explained.

"How do you know this?" Laura asked doubtfully.

"My body became female and had sex with my best friend. Obviously, my
body became pregnant," Michael said disdainfully.

"Oh, really? I would have liked to have seen that," Laura smiled amused.

"Try to be mature about this," Brittney said upon seeing Michael's
irritable face. "So, we either choose changing sex and having a baby or
being possessed by you."

"I don't see any other way," Michael said solemnly.

"How about we try to kick the door down," Laura suggested. She yanked on
the door knob and then tried to kick it open.

"That won't work," Michael said obviously.

"We need to try every option before we agree to this," Brittney told him.

"You're running out of time," Michael warned.

The shower suddenly went on and started filling the tub. The two girls
ignored it as they tried to get the door open. The floor then became
flooded but the water did not flow underneath the door. The two girls
then noticed the water rising in the room up to their ankles.

"You're doing this. I just know it," Laura said to Michael angrily.

"I have been through all of this. It's going to get worse," he said.

The water continued to rise until it reached their waists. "I can't
swim," Laura admitted.

The TV became alive with old-fashioned male characters watching their
struggle. "Kiss, and the water will recede," the actor told them.

"What? Why?" Laura gasped as the cold water reached her chest.

"I would do what they say," Michael said bored. The water was not
affecting him in the slightest.

"It's just a kiss," Brittney said as she went through the water to get to
Laura.

"It's what the room wants," Laura objected.

"We have no choice," Brittney said and then kissed Laura on the lips.

Laura felt the kiss and in spite of herself enjoyed it. The two kissed
for a few moments oblivious that the water was gone. Brittney and Laura
continue to kiss putting their tongues into each other's mouths.
Finally, Michael interrupted them.

"The water is gone," he said.

Brittney and Laura disengaged and looked around. "Good," Brittney said
awkwardly.

"It worked," Laura said happily.

"This is the first step towards making one of you male and the other
pregnant," Michael warned. "It begins with the psychological and then
the physical."

"Which one of us will become the male?" Brittney asked.

"When I was here, I was alone. Now that there are two of you, I am not
sure," Michael admitted.

"I don't want to be a man," Laura said scared.

"Would you rather be pregnant?" Brittney asked of her.

"At least then I can terminate," Laura said rudely.

"I better be the pregnant one then. You're too irresponsible to have a
child," Brittney insulted.

"As a boy, I could impregnate scores of girls," Laura shot back.

"Maybe, after you become a boy and get me pregnant, I'll castrate you,"
Brittney threatened.

The girls started to fight grabbing each other's clothes. Michael merely
watched as the girls tore at each other's clothes until they were rags.
"It has already begun," Michael realized.

Brittney and Laura rolled around on the floor when suddenly they realized
the floor was filled with snakes. "Oh my God," Laura shouted as she got
on the bed. Brittney also realized the snakes on the floor and got on
the bed. The snakes numbered in the dozens and were all hissing. They
stayed closed to the bed daring either girl to try to escape.

"What do we do?" Brittney wondered and turned to Michael for advice.

"Think of something that could get rid of them," he suggested.

"I know," Laura said and immediately the floor was on fire. The snakes
hissed as fire consumed them all. However, the heat and smoke began to
overwhelm the girls.

"It had to be fire? You couldn't have just froze them or something?"
Brittney lectured Laura.

"Shut up," Laura snapped.

The smoke filled the room forcing the girl's to cough uncontrollably.
Laura went down first passing out on the bed while Brittney fought on. A
pair of pants and a dress shirt was thrown on the bed. "Put those on,"
Michael said.

Brittney didn't question the logic of it. She took off her jeans and put
the dress pants on. She then took off her t-shirt and put on the dress
shirt. As she did, her jeans, t-shirt, and shoes fell off the bed and
were consumed by the fire. After a long struggle, Brittney got the
clothes on. The fire and smoke then disappeared leaving dozens of
charred snakes behind. The room was black from the fire and smoke.

Laura continued to cough and then saw Brittney in the dress clothes. "I
don't have any shoes now," Brittney said.

"There are dress shoes in the closet," Michael pointed out.

"So, what does this mean? Is she going to be the boy?" Laura asked.

"Not necessarily. We can still work this out together," Michael
encouraged.

"I still haven't felt any changes," Brittney said. She could deal with
putting on men's clothes.

"Look in the mirror," Michael suggested.

Brittney walked onto the floor and saw herself in the mirror. Her long
brown hair had been shortened considerably. It still looked feminine
even though it looked short and spiky. "I can deal with this," Brittney
said.

"It's only the beginning," Michael said.

Brittney then noticed that her breasts were smaller than before in the
dress shirt. Alarmed, she immediately took it off but her bra was gone.
"Where is my bra?" she demanded.

Laura looked for it around the bed but it was gone. Brittney covered her
breasts embarrassed. "Come on, Brittney. It's not like I haven't seen
them before."

"He's still here," Brittney pointed out.

"Don't worry about me," Michael smirked.

As if to help her anxiety, Brittney's breasts continued to shrink until
she was flat-chested. Her nipples shrank as well. Her chest resembled a
teenage boy. "Oh God," Brittney moaned as she felt her flat chest.

"I know how you feel," Michael said to her. "I felt the same when my
penis disappeared."

"It's not the same," Brittney said bitterly.

"We can change her back, right?" Laura said fearfully.

"Maybe, but we're wasting time," Michael warned.

"Go ahead and possess me. I would never have a child with her," Brittney
said angrily.

"How dare you? You fucked plenty of boys in high school and didn't even
have them wear a condom," Laura accused.

"At least the kid would be mine," Brittney shot back. "If you got
pregnant, you would have your father hire a fancy lawyer to force me to
pay child support and not allow me visitation."

"Don't bring my father into this. At least I have one. You would never
be able to raise a child by yourself," Laura argued.

"That does it, bitch. I'll make your hair as short as mine," Brittney
said and tackled Laura to the floor.

"This is not helping," Michael said as Brittney pulled Laura's hair.

Brittney forced Laura to the ground and easily kept her down. It was as
if she had a dramatic increase in strength. Upon realizing it, she
stepped back. "No," she said realizing the ramification.

Laura glared at Brittney and fixed her blond hair. "Shall we begin?"
Michael asked.

Brittney nodded. Michael came closer to Brittney and then disappeared
inside her body. An entirely new reality emerged as the two came
together. Brittney and Michael shared the same body and mind. Brittney
then put on her dress shoes and put everything from her purse in her pant
pockets. Laura simply stared as Brittney put on a bow tie and looked at
herself in the mirror. Her face became slightly more masculine. She was
fairly passable now.

Brittney then walked over to the door knob and opened the door. "Let's
go," she said to Laura.

***

The two exited the room and went down the hallway to the elevator.
Laura's dress was a mess from her experience in the room, but Brittney
looked very neat in her suit. They went down to the lobby floor and
walked to the front counter.

"I'm checking out," Brittney said to the clerk.

"What room?" the clerk asked.

"Fourteen-o-eight," Brittney smirked.

The clerk stared at Brittney in awe. "Of course, Sir," she said.

Brittney then saw the manager walk over to the clerk. "I hope your stay
was a pleasant one," he smiled.

"Thanks for the drink," Brittney replied.

The manager looked slightly spooked but then recovered. "Of course," he
chuckled.

Once they were checked out, Brittney went with Laura to the exit. "Glad
that was over with," Laura sighed.

Brittney turned to Laura and for a moment Laura was expecting a kiss.
They had been through a lot in the last hour. "I don't need you anymore.
Go home," Brittney said coldly.

Brittney then took a cab and disappeared in New York traffic leaving a
shattered Laura behind.

***

"Take me to the airport," Brittney ordered the cab driver.

Once she arrived, the airport Brittney went over to American Airlines
counter. "I have a ticket reservation for Boston," she said.

"Yes," the clerk said and gave her a ticket. "Any bags to check in?"

"No," Brittney replied.

As she waited for her flight, Brittney went to the bathroom and looked at
herself in the mirror. Her appearance thankfully stayed the same. If
she had reverted back to being a young woman, her suit would make her
look like a butch lesbian. That would attract unnecessary attention.

***

Meanwhile, John and Michelle got out of their car after a nice road trip.
As John drove, the two of them shared fond memories of the past. John
parked the car in the apartment complex's parking lot and like a
gentleman opened the door for Michelle. The two kissed lovingly and then
entered the apartment.

Michelle found that everything had changed in the apartment. It was
neater for one, a detail she attributed to herself. Her bedroom was now
used as a storage room. They now shared a bed. As she stared at the
couch, memories of them making-out and kissing entered her mind. In the
bedroom, she was fed memories of the many times they made love. Looking
at the kitchen, she remembered all the times they had worked together to
cook meals. No more ramen noodles or microwave dinners.

"You look like you're seeing it for the first time," John smiled.

Michelle smiled. Well, the first time with the three of us. She no
longer had to fear pregnancy now. She could abandon all protection and
barriers between them for the next nine glorious months. She wanted him
as much as she could until the very end.

"It's been a long night. Want to hit the sack?" John asked.

"I want to do more than just sleep," Michelle said to him. She could
tell immediately that John was now interested. She felt like she had so
much power now. She could arouse him with a few simple words. The same
was never true for when she was a man. Yet, those memories of being a
man were starting to fade with time.

"Can't get enough, can you?" John smirked and gave her a kiss.

"Unlike you, I don't need time to recover," Michelle said knowingly.

"It may take a while for me to finish," John said flirtingly.

"That's fine with me," Michelle allowed.

The two went into the bedroom and started taking off their clothes. In
the dark, they touched each other all over. Michelle felt no hesitancy
to stroke her husband's cock, fondle his balls, and touch his chest. She
didn't have to bother with the question of whether she loved men over
women. All she knew at that moment was that she was in love with her
best friend. She wondered how it would have been had their fates been
reversed. Would she love and cherish the female version of John? She
hoped it would be yes. Still, she felt like she had the better end of
the deal.

John entered her and all of her reflective thoughts disappeared. She
became lost in the moment as John moved inside her. It felt so natural
for childhood best friends to go to college together, room together, and
eventually become lovers. It was too bad that sexuality and biology had
to get in the way of such an obvious decision. But Room 1408 changed all
that, and she would be forever grateful for it.

Unlike her time in Room 1408, Michelle was determined to try new
positions. She got on top and started to ride John's cock. She wasn't
perfect at first. Occasionally, he would slip out or she would fall over
onto him. They both found it amusing. John took her inexperience to be
just playfulness. In his mind, Michelle was very experienced. Michelle
found her sweet spot and sped up her pace. Her long brown hair went
everywhere and she touched her breasts to give her that extra boost.
Suddenly, a pleasurable surge went through her. She had just given
herself an orgasm.

Michelle cried out not caring if anyone heard. She felt her vagina pulse
with pleasure for a solid minute. It just kept going-and-going. She
wasn't sure if was the hormones or her own mind, but she felt an
incredible attachment to John. All doubt of them being together was
gone.

***

Brittney got off her plane in Boston and took a rental car. She knew
exactly where to go. Laura called Brittney a few times but there was no
answer. Laura then decided to call the hotel, The Dolphin. "General
Manager, please," she requested.

"This is the manager. How can I help you, tonight?" the manager said
pleasantly.

"I checked in to room fourteen-o-eight a few hours ago," Laura began.

"Oh yes, I remember you two," the manager said amused.

"Right, so, I have this problem. I think my friend Brittney is
possessed. I don't know where she is or what she intends to do," Laura
said fearfully.

"I am not sure I can help," the manager said.

"You have records of the phone numbers and addresses of the two guys that
checked into the room before us, right?" Laura asked.

"Well, miss, I have records of a couple that entered that room before
you," the manager said.

"Right, them," Laura said flustered.

"I can't give you that information," the manager said.

"It's very important. It could be life and death," Laura pressed.

"When you put it that way," the manager hesitated. "Alright," he gave
in.

The manager gave Laura the phone number to John and Michelle's cell phone
and their apartment address. Laura quickly dialed the number a few times
until she got John on the phone.

"It's late. Who is this?" John asked sleepily.

"I think you're in danger. My friend is headed right for you," Laura
warned.

"What friend? Who is this?" John asked. There was a sudden knock on the
door. John put the phone down and put some shorts on.

He opened the door and was suddenly punched back. Brittney entered the
room still in her suit. John fought back with punches, but Brittney had
greater mental coordination. She got several punches on John and then
knocked him to the ground as she slammed a chair on him. She then took
the table and pushed it on top of him. Punching through the table, she
further stunned John. With inhuman strength, she picked him up and
slammed him against the stove. Brittney then took hold of John and
slammed him against the stove with enough force to nearly knock him out.

"Sorry, John, but you're not thinking clearly," Brittney said.

Brittney then took a knife from the knife block and went towards the
bedroom. "Honey," Michelle said as she entered the living room. She was
wearing a bathrobe to cover herself. "Stay in the bedroom," John
shouted.

Michelle turned to the bedroom as she saw Brittney with the knife. The
doors to the bedroom and bathroom closed on their own and locked
preventing her escape. "What do you want?" Michelle asked fearfully.

"Look how quickly you've changed from a man to a frightened helpless
female," Brittney said.

"I have always been female," Michelle replied for John's benefit.

"No, you weren't. You were a man until you went into room fourteen-o-
eight. That body belongs to me," Michael said with Brittney's voice.

"You think killing me is going to get your body back?" Michelle asked.

"No, I just need to kill the child inside. Then, I will take your body
and make it male again like it was meant to be," Michael said.

"You're not Michael. I am Michael," Michelle said.

"You're just the body. You left your soul behind. I am here to reunite
soul and body," Michael said.

"The real Michael would never kill innocent life," Michelle objected.

"You left me in that room to exist there for eternity. If you had a
soul, you would have never left without me," Michael said bitterly.

"I have a soul," Michelle said confidently.

Brittney advanced on Michelle with the knife. "I can smell him on you.
It was understandable why you fucked him to get out of that room. But
now, what is your excuse? Look what you have done to us," Michael said.

"We're in love," Michelle said defensively.

"How? You think these false memories are real?" Michael said.

"I don't know, but I am the present and the future. I will decide for
myself what I will do for the rest of my life," Michelle said.

"This may feel uncomfortable," Michael said as he aimed the knife at her
abdomen.

Brittney's body then froze. "You cannot resist me!" Michael growled as
the real Brittney took greater control.

Michelle simply stared as Brittney's body contorted. "I would rather die
than kill her baby," Brittney said sending the knife close to her throat.

Michelle intervened taking the knife away. Brittney gave Michelle a
sympathetic look. "I'm so sorry," she said and then rushed out of the
apartment.

Michelle quickly locked the door and ran over to her fallen husband.
"Are you alright?" he asked dazed.

"We just got attacked by a possessed woman that looked like a man,"
Michelle told him.

"That sounds so weird," John muttered.

"I've experienced worse," Michelle smiled. "Let me bandage you up."

***

Brittney walked over to her car. Suicidal thoughts emerged like driving
her car at high speed into a tree. Another car sped up to the apartment
complex. It was Laura. "Brittney!" she shouted.

"Stay away from me. I can't control myself," she said.

"It's the ghost isn't it? He's got you," Laura realized.

"Yes, I would never do this if it was just me," Brittney said obviously.

"Let me get you out of here," Laura offered.

Brittney reluctantly got into Laura's car and closed her eyes in
concentration. Michael was still fighting her and as they left the
apartment, she felt his rage and desperation. "Ever since we left that
hotel, I have been struggling with these urges. All I can think about is
you, and I feel invisible hands all over my body. I must have had five
orgasms on the way over here," Laura said, her hands trembling.

"Yeah, well, I have a ghost in me that nearly killed someone," Brittney
said.

"We'll fix this," Laura promised.

"How? I'm so fucked up right now. A part of me wants to kill you,"
Brittney admitted.

Laura drove quickly to the nearest hotel. "Stay put," Laura said to
Brittney as she went inside. "I need a room for two," Laura said to the
clerk.

Laura got the keys and came back for Brittney. The two went inside the
hotel room and locked the door. As they turned around, they were now
back in room 1408. The room was perfect as before as if none of the
disasters had happened.

"It doesn't end," Brittney realized.

"Remember what the ghost said," Laura reminded her.

"You mean that psycho ghost that tried to have me kill people? That
ghost?" Brittney said exasperated.

"It's are only chance," Laura said.

"So, we pretty much settled that I am going to be the man?" Brittney
asked. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she could barely stand.

"We could flip a coin," Laura said lamely.

Brittney shook her head. "You have a good family. You should have the
kid."

"Don't talk like that. We're going to do this together," Laura smiled
warmly.

"You better not blue-ball me," Brittney joked.

The two laughed despite their circumstances. Michael's ghost then
appeared before them. "Let's do this again and this time it will be done
right!" he said angrily.

"No deal," Brittney said resolved.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you defy me," Michael screamed at them.
Suddenly, other ghosts appeared in the room. They were all male from
different time periods wearing affluent suits and hats. They took hold
of Michael's ghost and then it became clear he wasn't Michael at all.
His face and clothes morphed so that he took on the appearance of a young
man from the 1920s.

"Pardon us, my lord and lady," the ghost leader said and tipped his hat
to them. Michael's false ghost screamed as he was taken away through the
window.

"Wow, and here I was thinking that Michael was a total prick," Laura
laughed.

"We still have to go through with it," Brittney realized as the clock
kept ticking down the hour. She took off her bow tie and dress shirt
revealing a flat chest.

"Do you want me to do anything?" Laura asked uncertain.

"I don't know," Brittney admitted.

Laura got on the bed and took off her clothes. She tried to think of how
ordinary it would be to change clothes in front of another girl. As soon
as Laura took off her bra, Brittney felt a stir inside her. This was
really happening. A woman's breasts would forever have power over her.
She couldn't stop staring at Laura's perky breasts.

Brittney kicked off her dress shoes and suit pants. She noticed that her
legs were thicker and more muscular than before. She was still as
hairless as a swimmer but that would soon change. "What do you want me
to call you? Brit?" Laura asked.

"How about Brent?" Brittney guessed.

"Okay, Brent," Laura said as she took off her underwear. She felt
butterflies in her stomach as she was completely naked before the now
Brent before her.

With his new name, Brent started to think of himself as a man. He slowly
took off his underwear thinking that nothing would be there. As he did,
he felt a sudden pain inside his abdomen. He fell on the bed and waited
for the transformation to run its course. Laura watched in amazement as
Brent's vaginal entrance sealed permanently and two bulges pulsed inside
his body. As his testicles swelled and formed underneath his labia, his
clit started to expand. Laura watched in hopeful anticipating that his
cock would be long and thick.

"I hope you're enjoying the show," Brent said in a deeper voice. His
voice was irritable as he tensed up as his internal organs changed.

"I'm the one giving birth, remember. So, no complaining," Laura joked.

As Brent's penis grew, Laura felt an overwhelming urge to kiss it. She
placed her mouth on it and started sucking. Brent groaned as he felt his
penis for the first time. It felt really good at the very tip. It was
nothing he had ever experienced before. All of his concentration fell to
that one tip. Some part of Laura told her that the longer she sucked on
his dick, the bigger it would become. She didn't know if that were true,
but it felt compelling. She could tell that it was growing in her mouth.

Brent tensed up as he felt waves of pleasure in his penis. "I think you
should stop, or I might cum," he said anxiously.

"So quickly?" Laura asked backing off.

"I don't know," Brent admitted.

Laura waited for Brent's cock to go past six inches and for his balls to
fully form. She knew that within a short time, sperm from his balls
would end up inside her. She was afraid and excited by the implication.
Had she made the right choice? If it had been the other way around, she
would be having the cock and balls.

"What do you want to do now?" Brent asked unsure of himself.

"I'll be on top. After all, you're a virgin," Laura teased.

"A virgin," Brent repeated as if he didn't believe it.

Laura got on top of him and placed his penis at her entrance. As she
looked down at him, Brent's face had become more masculine. He looked
like Brittney's twin brother or something. His hair was still short and
spiky. Laura considered a few ideas on how to make him more attractive
to her. She slowly eased herself onto his cock, so he was all the way
in. Laura was impressed by how far inside he was able to get.

"How do you like these breasts now?" Laura asked him.

"They look good," Brent replied awkwardly.

Laura shook her head. "You're like a teenage boy."

"Give me a break. I have seen breasts my whole life," Brent said. His
penis was giving him a weird sensation. It felt moist but the pleasure
wasn't there yet.

Laura felt a little anxious taking the lead in sex. It made her
uncomfortable but under the circumstances it couldn't be helped. She
rocked her hips on his cock to see his reaction. Brent gave her a blank
face. Laura picked up the pace and noticed a reaction from Brent. He
was tensed up as if trying to hold something in.

"I don't think I am going to last long," he said.

"You got to be kidding me," Laura smiled.

Brent felt an intense pleasure build up and then it all was released in a
few seconds. Cum surged through his penis into Laura's body. There were
several surges in all and then it was over. He felt exhausted and had to
catch his breath.

"You're done already?" Laura asked disappointed.

"Sorry, wow," Brent smiled.

Laura shook her head. No doubt the boys before them never had this kind
of trouble. A few moments later, Laura heard the door on the room
unlock. With a sense of dread and amazement, she realized she was now
pregnant. It had been the worst sex she had ever had with a guy. Laura
got off Brent's cock and then noticed something odd. Brent's cock was
still standing at over six inches and still hard.

"Is that normal?" Brent wondered.

"No, it's not," Laura said disturbed by it too.

Laura cautiously touched Brent's penis and sure enough it was hard and
ready to go. "If you don't mind, I would like another go around," Laura
smiled.

"Go for it," Brent said satisfied.

"Sit up and hold yourself up," Laura ordered.

She then lowered herself on his cock so that her ass was against his
stomach. "Now, put your hands on my nipples," Laura instructed.

Brent did as he was told and started pleasuring her. Laura took the lead
using her legs to get herself off. Still, without Brent participating,
it was hard. "I think I got the hang of this," Brent said rising to his
knees. Laura was forced to be on all fours as she was moved.

Brent then penetrated her deep and started thrusting inside her at a
rapid pace. Laura gave a look of surprise as he took hold of her hips
and fucked her. Every so often, he would fall out but then get back in.
He reached around underneath and started to rub Laura's clit.

"Is it working?" Brent asked uncertain.

"Yeah, it's working. Keep going!" Laura gasped.

Laura finally felt an orgasm go through her as she was fucked from
behind. Overwhelmed, she fell to her stomach but Brent kept going.
Surprised, she clutched the sheets of the bed as he continued to go full
speed ahead. Brent then turned her on her side and continued. Laura
felt intense pleasure from all this action but it was just pleasure. She
needed to form an emotional bond. "Okay, stop," Laura said overwhelmed.

"Am I too rough?" Brent asked concerned.

"No, I just need more face time," Laura said going to her back.

She kissed him gratefully and then helped him back in. "Don't stop until
you've cum," she told him.

"Alright," Brent agreed. The fact that they were still inside the creepy
room didn't bother them anymore.

Laura crossed her legs behind Brent's back and let him go as fast as he
could. As he did, Laura rewarded him with kisses to his lips, then his
neck, and held his shoulders. She rubbed her breasts against his now
muscular chest. She knew the room was keeping him hard and that after
this was all over he would be as experienced as a teenage boy. Still,
there would be plenty of time to get him up to speed. She just needed
patience. Hell, he would have to learn patience too if he was going to
deal with her nine month pregnancy.

Brent grunted as he came inside her again. "Wow, I'm spent," he said
catching his breath.

"Let's leave this room and begin our lives. What do you say?" Laura
asked.

"Sounds good," Brent agreed.

***

A few moments later, Brent was in a full suit from the closet.
Everything fit him perfectly, and his dress shoes shined. "For all the
talk of fashion, I have to wear even more clothes than you," Brent noted.

"Except when we go to the beach, honey," Laura kissed him and made sure
his tie was made right.

Brent then checked his new wallet and looked over his ID cards and credit
cards. They all had his new name. "Make sure your cards have your
correct name," Brent suggested.

"My name?" Laura wondered.

Brent smiled and held up his left hand which had the wedding ring. "Oh
right?" Laura said sheepishly. She checked her cards and noticed her
last name was changed to Brent's.

Brent looked over Laura's black dress. "You look good," he complimented.

"Just good?" Laura chided.

"You look beautiful. How about that?" Brent asked.

"It's going to be fun to find out if you're ignorant or just playing
games," Laura said.

"Shall we go," Brent said opening the door for her.

***
Nine Months Later

Two women screamed bloody murder as they were giving birth. Two men
walked back to the lobby to take a break from the excitement. "Almost
makes you feel guilty," Brent remarked with a smile.

"Almost," John replied with the same smile.

"Boy or girl?" Brent asked.

"Boy," John said proudly.

"I can't imagine raising a boy. Ours is a girl," Brent said. "Do I
detect a Boston accent?" Brent asked.

"Guilty," John admitted. "We just figured we come to the place where it
all began."

"That's great," Brent said awkwardly.

"Well, to fatherhood," John said shaking Brent's hand.

Michelle and Laura gave birth at relatively the same time with their
husbands present. Both were healthy miracle babies; one from two boys and
one from two girls.

***

Back at The Dolphin, the manager put up a new photograph on his wall.
The photograph was black-and-white and had the serious faces of three
dozen men. They were all wearing different styles of suits from the
1900s onward to the present. The manager smiled as he remembered
Michael's face up front. Still, the photograph's newest edition broke
the consistency of the all-male group. In the very front was a young
woman in a black dress.

The manager picked up a glass of rum and toasted the photograph. He
started chuckling at first and then gave a fully hearty laugh.

Ron and his girlfriend, Jane, decided to make a fateful trip to New York City and stay at the Dolphin hotel. Ron was a white tall bald muscular man wearing a suit while Jane was a very slender, short, tan-skinned Puerto Rican wearing a black dress and high heels.

Ron motioned for Jane to stay behind with the suitcases while he went to the check-in desk. The hotel was as elegant and busy as usual despite the horrors that lurked in one specific room. "Welcome to the Dolphin, Sir. Are you checking in?" the red-headed clerk asked him.

"Ron White, one night, two guests," he said impatiently.

The clerk looked at her screen for a moment as a warning signal appeared. "Would you excuse me for a moment, Sir," she said to him.

"Yeah, sure," Ron said knowing full well what this was about.

"It'll just be a minute, Mr. White," the clerk assured him as she came back.

Ron looked around and couldn't help but notice Jane chatting with another woman with her baby carriage. Ron gave the crying baby a look of disgust. "Mr. White, I'm Gerald Olin, manager of Dolphin hotel. If there is anything I can do for you while you are here, dinner reservations, theater tickets, a Knicks game, anything, you let me know," he said pleasantly.

"Just the key to room 1408," Ron said resolved.

"We were thinking to upgrade you to a penthouse suite," Gerald deflected.

"Room 1408, please," Ron insisted.

"I couldn't help but notice your beautiful companion with you. Maybe, you could ask her to come with us to my office," Gerald offered.

"I make all the decisions for us," Ron said bluntly.

"Well, in that case, would you humor me for a more private conversation, man-to-man?" Gerald requested.

"Sure," Ron allowed.

"Excellent," Gerald smiled.

Gerald led Ron to his office and closed the door behind them. "Come in, make yourself comfortable. Care for a cigar?"

"I don't smoke," Ron replied.

"Unfortunately, 1408 is a smoking room," Gerald said hoping to deter him.

"I don't mind," Ron said losing patience.

"Why do you want that room in particular, really?" Gerald asked curiously.

"To tell you the truth, it's become a paranormal sensation. It's said that if a couple enters that room, the woman gets pregnant that very night," Ron said.

"Did it say anything else?" Gerald asked.

"Yeah, it said that it switches peoples' genders," Ron added.

"Do you not appreciate your manhood, your muscular physique you've worked so hard to accomplish, your lifestyle, your authority as a man?" Gerald asked him.

"I won't be the one changing sex, Mr. Olin," Ron said confidently.

"Oh, really? You do realize that if she is one to change sex, she'll be a man and you know what that means," Gerald smirked as he handed Ron a glass of expensive whiskey.

"More than you know. She's a tranny and this room of yours is going to make her a real woman. On top of that, she's going to get pregnant," Ron said.

"So, you think you have it all figured out, don't you?" Gerald asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, I think I do," Ron said confidently.

"You cannot manipulate the room to get the desired result. It's not a machine. It's fucking evil," Gerald said seriously.

"If it can work for this...Michelle Enslin, it can work for me," Ron said and then showed an online article written by her detailing her experience in Room 1408.

"Then, you know the hell she experienced in that room," Gerald assumed.

"I'm not some childish college student. I've been in the Marines, deployed, and I've seen shit. This room doesn't scare me," Ron said.

"What about your girlfriend?" Gerald asked.

"She can take it," Ron said dismissively.

"One or two success stories, so to speak, does not change the fact that there have been suicides, murders, and even natural deaths in that room. I have a record of every death from the last one hundred years. I can even provide you my whole office if you wish to research the matter more thoroughly. My only condition is that you do not stay in that room," Gerald warned.

"Just give me the key," Ron demanded.

"Mr. White," Gerald stalled.

"Give me the damn key," Ron demanded again.

"So, I can't talk you out of this?" Gerald pleaded.

"I think we have an understanding," Ron said becoming pissed-off.

"Very well," Gerald allowed. "Come with me."

Ron followed Gerald back to the check-in desk to get the keys. Gerald sighed and then got the keys for 1408. "Jane, get over here," Ron ordered.

Jane stopped talking with the mother and her baby she had been with this entire time and obediently walked over to them. "Miss, I'm Gerald Oldin, manager of the Dolphin. Would you mind if I upgrade your room to a penthouse suite with a view of the entire city?" he asked her.

"Well, I...," she stammered looking at Ron.

"The answer is no," Ron said and then took Jane to the elevator. "Fucking asshole," he said annoyed at Gerald as the elevator doors closed.

"What took so long?" Jane asked concernedly.

"Nothing. He's just trying to fuck with us, is all," Ron said.

The elevator doors opened and the two headed to room 1408. "Is this really going to work?" Jane asked doubtfully.

"If it doesn't, we're still going to have fun," Ron told her.

Ron put the key in the slot and opened the room finding it dark. "Let's move," he said entering the room and turning the lights on. As soon as Jane entered the room, Ron closed the door and locked it.

"Hurry up and get your clothes off. We supposedly only have an hour," he ordered her.

Jane dutifully took off her heels and then unzipped her dress dropping it to the floor. She then unhooked her bra throwing it aside and then hesitated to take off her panties. She looked over at Ron who was quickly taking off his suit and putting every item of clothing in a folded pile.

Jane took a deep breath and lowered her panties off of her revealing a small but noticeable penis and testicles. As Ron had requested, she had completely shaven herself down there. Ron finished taking off his clothes showing an already erect penis.

"No time to lose," he said gesturing to the bed.

This would not be a romantic night for them, but Jane was used to that. Ron was a rough man in-an-out of the bedroom. But as someone with few options, she had to take what she could get. Ron was reliable as a provider and protector and, in that respect, she was grateful for him. She had handled a lot of abuse growing up, so she didn't mind Ron's rude and authoritative ways.

Jane got on the bed and opened her legs for him. Ron quickly took out some lube from his suitcase and generously coated his cock. The alarm clock suddenly went off giving them both a momentary pause. It sang, "We've only just begun to live, white lace and promises. A kiss for luck and we're on our way. We've only begun, before the rising sun," a woman's voice sang.

Jane couldn't help but smile but Ron was irked by the interruption. The alarm clock suddenly turned to an hour countdown. "Okay, it's started," Ron said to her.

Ron moved his cock towards Jane's opening and pushed in with urgency. Jane hissed in pain and discomfort as she was being penetrated. Ron didn't take the time to reassure her or slow things down. He immediately went to work to cum inside her as quickly as possible. Jane wrapped her legs around his hips as he pounded into her as deep as he could. Jane put on a brave face but couldn't help but cry out in pain as Ron aggressively fucked her.

"You want to be a real woman, right?" Ron asked rhetorically.

She merely nodded. "Childbirth is going to be a hell of a lot more painful," he reminded her.

As they kept going, Ron and Jane began to sweat profusely as the temperature in the room dramatically went up. Within a few minutes, both of them were sweating bullets and Ron wasn't able to focus. He looked at the old thermostat and noticed it was at 85F. "The fuck?" Ron wondered.

Ron didn't cease even as he wiped away the sweat from his forehead. Finally, he couldn't take the hellish conditions and got off of Jane. He walked over to the thermostat, opened it, and started working the insides. Finally, the air-conditioning system went on cooling the room. Ron went back to Jane and noticed the painting over the headboard was tilted.

"Did you fuck with that?" Ron pointed to it.

Jane shook her head. "No," she said meekly.

The phone then rang. "Jesus," Ron said annoyed and went over to it. "Hello."

"Sir, I'm afraid there was a miscommunication in the kitchen. There's going to be a ten-minute delay with your sandwich," the female clerk told him.

"What sandwich? I didn't order a sandwich," Ron told her off.

"I'm sorry, you're welcome to substitute a side dish for your french fries. We have cottage cheese, macaroni salad, coleslaw," she continued.

"I didn't order a God damn sandwich. Now, don't disturb me with any more calls to the room," Ron ordered.

"We understand. Have a goodnight," the clerk replied.

"Thank you," Ron said and then hung up.

Ron then eyed something peculiar through the window. Looking out the window, he could see someone watching him as if having their own peep show. "What is it?" Jane asked concernedly.

"Some fucker is watching us," Ron said and then extended the curtains out to cover the window. Befuddled, Ron made his way back to the bed but accidentally knocked over a lamp. "Damn it," he hissed.

He then noticed something in the vents. "What the fuck?" he wondered as he saw the spy camera.

"Ron, just come to bed," Jane encouraged him.

"Shut up!" Ron shouted at her.

He got himself a chair and tore off the vent. He then reached for the spy camera and disconnected it. "Mother fuckers," Ron shook his head. The chair underneath him suddenly collapsed. Ron fell to the floor hard with the chair in pieces next to him. Ron kicked the chair pieces away from him pissed-off.

The TV then suddenly came on showing old home-videos of Jane...only as a boy. Jane stared at the TV mortified. Ron, at first, didn't understand what he was seeing but then saw the resemblance. "This is you, isn't it?" he pointed.

Jane merely nodded. "Shut this shit off," Ron said angrily as he turned the TV off only it refused to do so. "You're going to be so handsome when you grow up," Jane's mother said on the video. Ron gave the video a flustered look, not liking being reminded that Jane was born a boy and grew up as a boy.

"Please turn it off," Jane requested visibly disturbed by the footage.

Ron went to the back of the TV and unplugged it finally turning it off. He then saw a vision of a man from the 1920s giving Jane's naked body a look and then jumped out the window to his death. He then saw someone that appeared to be transitioning from male-to-female crying bitterly from a different age. She then leaped out the window screaming as she did.

Ron shook his head and went back to Jane. Just as he was about to take the plunge, so to speak, he heard an obnoxious baby crying from the next room. Unable to concentrate, Ron got off Jane and went to the wall. "Hey, shut that baby up!" he shouted. "Can you hear me? Shut that kid up!"

The baby only cried even louder until it was the only thing Ron could hear. Ron clutched his ears trying to block out the sound and then slammed a chair at the wall breaking it into pieces. The crying finally stopped. As Ron was dealing with the baby crying, Jane walked over to the bathroom as if in a trance. There, she saw her father in a wheelchair looking away from her.

"Papa?" she wondered.

"I hate what you've become. How did you get to be this way?" he asked her in Spanish.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you, but it's who I am," Jane said in Spanish facing him.

"Disappointed in this?" he asked her pointing at her body. "No, disappointed in...," he said pointing at Ron who had just entered the room.

Jane backed away, looked at Ron fearfully, and then back at her father but he was already gone. "Let's get this done," he said ruffly.

Jane nodded and went back with him to the bedroom. As they did, the power went out. "Got to be fucking kidding me," Ron raged as he moved about the room looking for the light switch. As he did, Jane could hear women's voices coming from the walls mocking her.

"What does she think she's doing? She's never going to conceive. She can't even get a period. She's a man," one woman said while others laughed.

Ron finally turned the lights back on. "Ron, I feel we should leave," Jane said freaked out.

"No, we came here for a reason. We're going to make you a real woman, right now," he said determinedly.

"What about the baby? I don't know if I can handle it," Jane said to him.

"We're not having a baby, alright. We're just playing by the rules, two come in, three come out, right? So, when we leave this hotel with you a real woman we simply abort it," Ron told her.

"But...," Jane stuttered.

"But nothing. Now, get your ass back on the bed so we can finish this," Ron ordered.

Jane then noticed cracks in the walls oozing with blood. She went over it and touched it confirming it was real blood. "She'll never have a period," the same woman mocked her in her head.

"Jane, get the fuck on the bed," Ron said impatiently.

Jane did what she was told and got back on the bed. Ron got a laptop out of his backpack and placed it on a table. "What's this?" Jane wondered.

"I'm going to record your change. It's going to be the highest viewed porn video of all time," Ron said ambitiously as he turned it on.

"But I don't want to be seen like that," Jane protested.

"Jane, we're doing this. I give you everything. You're nothing without me, you understand. Now, shut the fuck up," Ron ordered her.

Ron got the camera on the laptop working and got himself a good angle. Suddenly, the fire-system went off in the room raining down upon them. The laptop got wet and was immediately ruined. "Fuck!" Ron shouted as the screen went off.

Ron took his broken laptop and slammed it against the sprinkler deactivating it. "I'm so cold," Jane said as she was soaked. The thermostat had gone down to the forties on its own. Ron went back to the thermostat and saw it go even lower until it reached -5.

Ron went back to Jane. "We need to get this over with before we freeze to death," he said to her. "We'll stay warm if we're close to each other."

"Okay," Jane nodded.

Ron got back on top of her and started kissing her all over. He then tried to get his dick hard but it wasn't working. No matter how much or how hard he stroked himself it wasn't getting up. All the while, the room was getting colder. The water on the bed and on the floor was turning to frost. Ron got off from Jane, took a lighter out of his frozen clothes, and started burning pieces of the two chairs he broke on the floor. Ron then noticed that Jane's dick was rock hard and a good six inches.

"I think we have to," Jane said embarrassed.

"Fuck no. You're not fucking me!" Ron shouted at her. "I'm the man in this relationship, not you. I'm not a fag!"

"Maybe if we do the room will let us go," she said frightened.

"Fuck that," Ron denied.

Ron began rubbing his dick furiously to get it up and then suddenly it broke off. His dick shattered on the ice-cold floor. His balls then dropped off and shattered into pieces. Ron looked down in shock as he saw a vagina opening where his penis and testicles used to be. "No," he said stunned.

"Ron?" Jane asked concernedly as she walked towards him.

It was at that moment that Ron truly lost his senses. He had just lost the most important thing to him and was presented with the notion that he, not Jane, was the one the room wanted to be fucked. He stared at Jane's erect penis and then back to his vagina. His manhood, his authority as a man, his dominance was now threatened.

"Ron, it's going to be okay. I still love you," Jane said to him.

Ron wasn't listening still processing what had just happened. Even through his grief and shock, he still felt the freezing cold, the dampness, the constant baby crying in his ears. "We can get through this together, Ron. We just have to wait it out."

Ron stared at the alarm clock as it reached the end of the hour. It then suddenly stopped counting down the seconds freezing them in time. There was then a ringing from the phone. Ron awkwardly walked over to the phone. "Hello," he said softly.

"Are you enjoying your stay with us, Mr. White?" the female clerk asked cheerfully.

"I need a doctor," he said vaguely.

"Of course, Mr. White. You're nearly due," the clerk said.

Ron then saw his gut bulge out as if he were nine months pregnant. "Congratulations, Mr. White. It looks like you'll be having your first child with us," the clerk continued.

"No, no, no," Ron shook his head horrified and hung up the phone.

Jane gave Ron a horrified confused look. Without looking back to her, Ron ran towards the window and threw himself out. "Ron!" Jane screamed.

She went to the window and found Ron's naked body burst open on the sidewalk. Pedestrians walked by the body as if it weren't even there. As if to symbolize Jane's emotional state, the room suffered a powerful earthquake. The walls and floors cracked open while everything in the room fell to the floor broken. The pipes to the shower and sink tore open flooding it. With Ron's death, her whole world was shattered emotionally and financially.

The phone then rang again. Jane went over to pick it up as the room stopped shaking. "Hello," Jane said meekly.

"Would you like to check out now?" the clerk asked her.

"Yes, I think I would," Jane said sobbingly.

"Very well. Before you leave, remember that your clothes are in the closet. We took the liberty of pressing them for you," the clerk said to her.

"Alright," Jane said wiping away her tears and hung up.

Jane then went over to the ruined closet and opened the door revealing a perfectly clean and pressed suit, socks, and dress shoes in her size. She stared at it and then realized her dress and high-heels were missing. "Okay," she relented.

She tearfully put on the suit realizing what it would mean but feeling she had no other choice. Once she put on the suit, she looked at herself in the broken mirror. Her face morphed and became more masculine, her hair became short, and her chest flattened. She was now looking at herself as if she had never transitioned. All the hormone treatments, the breast implants, and even the facial reconstruction surgery Ron had so generously provided were all gone. The months it took to grow her hair out was now gone.

The door then unlocked freeing him. Juan cautiously opened the door and exited. Looking behind him, he saw the room back to its original form but with the window still open. Shakily, he made his way to the elevator and then entered the lobby. He then made his way outside where cops and paramedics were on the scene. Gerald Olin shook his head as he looked down upon Ron's dead body.

"Another jumper," a cop said looking up.

Ron's body was then taken away in the ambulance. Juan froze as it all sank in. He had nowhere to go except maybe back to his family in Puerto Rico. Maybe they would accept him now that he had reverted back. Gerald gave Jane a sympathetic look and walked over to her.

"I'm sorry your stay with us ended in such tragedy. Is there anything I can do for you?" Gerald asked her.

Juan simply stared at him not sure what to think. Had he killed Ron or just warned him? "How about airline tickets to San Juan? Would that make you happy?" Gerald asked him.

Juan merely nodded. "Here you go. Better get going or else you'll miss your flight," Gerald said handing it over to him.

"Sure," Juan said horrified by what he had just gone through.

He then walked away and got a cab towards the airport.

***

Upon his arrival, his estranged family was open arms as they greeted him. Juan felt a surreal experience as his parents and siblings complimented his appearance and suit. To get his mind off things, Juan went to the beach wearing swim trunks and sandals. He felt overwhelmingly self-conscious that he was no longer wearing a bra and that his chest was exposed. He looked at the women on the beach, not with sexual desire, but envy at their figures. The figure he had spent years trying to obtain was all gone. It almost made him feel like swimming into the ocean and not coming back in.

"You seem lost in thought," Gabe, his best friend growing up, said to him.

Juan was startled by his sudden appearance. He stared at his lean muscular physique. Juan had had a crush on Gabe for the longest time but never acted on it. "Ever work so hard on something only to lose it?" Juan asked him.

"One time I wrote this short story and then I forgot to save it. My computer crashed and I lost the whole damn thing," Gabe said.

Juan wasn't so sure those two were equivalent. "I lost someone...someone dear to me."

"I'm sorry. Want to talk about it?" Gabe asked sympathetically.

"Not really. I knew he wasn't right for me but I needed him in the worst way. I thought having a kid with him would make things better," Juan said.

"Like adoption, right?" Gabe figured.

Juan said nothing to that unable to explain Ron's scheme to make her female and pregnant. Now, Ron was dead and he was completely male. "Let me take you out to dinner," Gabe offered.

"You're making it weird," Juan protested.

"Look, I've known you were gay since middle school. You know I'm straight. Let's just go as friends," Gabe clarified.

"Alright," Juan agreed.

***

The two entered a noisy restaurant with Latino music in the background. "That is one crazy story," Gabe said as he heard Juan tell it albeit with some details missing.

"It really rattled me," Juan admitted. "I think I'm going crazy."

"You look really great," Gabe complimented.

Juan gave him an odd look. "I mean, I can't believe I'm here with you after all these years," Gabe clarified.

"Can I get you two anything?" a waiter asked with a tone that indicated he thought they were both gay.

"Another tequila, please," Gabe said.

"Wine, please," Juan said and then looked around at the people in the restaurant feeling paranoid.

"Maybe, you should let me write about it. Tell your story," Gabe suggested.

"I don't know if I can go through that again," Juan shook his head.

"It could be therapeutic and we'd be working together on it," Gabe enticed.

"Okay," Juan relented.

***

For the next week, Gabe and Juan worked on the story. All the while, Juan had to keep his feelings in check. He had just lost a long-time lover and was feeling very attracted to his boyhood friend. Making it worse, Gabe was over complimentary and was treating him to dinner outings all under the guise that it was merely about the book. At his family's house, his parents discussed with him the possibility of going back to school on the mainland to get a teacher's credential.

"During this time in your life, it's okay to have a few boyfriends here and there but eventually you need to settle down and have a family," his father lectured him.

"Believe me, I really tried. I just...failed," Juan said alluding to his time in the room.

"Well, when you fail once, you keep trying until you get it right," his father encouraged.

Juan pondered his talk with his father while on a drive with Gabe. Usually, his rather homophobic father would yell at him but now he seemed to completely accept his homosexuality. As Gabe drove, Juan looked up articles of Ron's suicide right outside the Dolphin. No mention was made of room 1408 or its curse.

The two went to various places with Gabe occasionally getting out to take photographs. As they hung out, Juan couldn't help but burn with desire for Gabe. At night, Gabe drove them back to San Juan. "I think it's getting late. Let's get a hotel," Gabe suggested.

"I think we should just keep going," Juan said freaked out.

"You need to get over your fear of that room. I think it will do you some good," Gabe said as they drove up to a generic hotel.

Juan submissively followed Gabe's lead. "One bed is fine," Gabe said to the clerk and took the keys.

"Gabe, what are you doing?" Juan questioned.

"It's cheaper if its one bed. It's fine," Gabe said dismissively.

The two went to the room, opened the door, and went inside. Gabe turned on the lights revealing a rather large room with a bedroom, living room, bathroom, and a large closet. It was the same room as 1408. "Gabe, no!" Juan shrieked as he went inside.

"What's the matter?" he asked cluelessly.

Juan went inside to pull him out when the door closed behind them and then locked. He was back in the room again as if he had never left only there was a new victim. Juan went to the door and tried to open it finding it locked. "Give me the key," he said urgently to Gabe.

Taking the key, he tried to manhandle the door open only for the key to snap off. Juan then tried to twist the doorknob only for it to come off as well. "What's the matter with you?" Gabe asked him.

"We're back in room 1408," Juan freaked out on him.

"How's that possible? The room is in New York," Gabe told him.

"Look out the damn window," Juan pointed out.

Gabe went to the window and noticed the city before him. "Well, I'll be damned," he said amazed. The window stile suddenly came down on his hand. "Ow!" Gabe cried out and immediately lifted the stile off his hand. It was now bleeding pretty bad.

The radio alarm clock then went off with the countdown reset to one hour. "It has only just begun...," the singer sang.

Without thinking, Juan took off his shirt, tore a piece off, and then wrapped it around Gabe's hand. "Thanks," he said appreciatively.

Juan went to the phone to get help. "We need help. I have a man here that needs to see a doctor," he said.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Would you like to check out?" the female clerk asked pleasantly.

"Yes," Juan said instantly.

"You know the rules, if two check-in, three...or one check out," the clerk said.

"I see," Juan choked.

"Is there anything else I can do for you to make your stay more enjoyable?" the clerk asked.

"No, I think I'm good," Juan said shell-shocked and then put the phone down.

"I think I'll be alright," Gabe downplayed his wound.

Juan walked towards the window. If he threw himself out, Gabe would be free. It was the only way. "Gabe, I love you. I always have," he said to him.

Gabe gave him an amazed look. "Well, I love you, too, Jane."

Juan gave him an odd look, not understanding. Gabe came over to him and gave him a passionate kiss. They continued to kiss for a few minutes even as Juan was losing a few inches of height and appeared to be thinning out. His hair grew out, black and wavy as before. Gabe adjusted himself as he kissed down Juan's neck and finally to his nipples. Juan moaned girlishly as his nipples expanded slightly and became more sensitive. Gabe caressed his chest as small mounds began to build on Juan's chest.

Juan then realized what was happening. The room was going to make him a woman. He had made a mistake with Ron and in its own twisted way, the room was making things right. Juan's breasts continued to build as Gabe cupped them and gently squeezed them. "Yes, tonight there would definitely be three checking out," Juan realized and from that time forth saw herself as truly female.

Jane looked at the clock countdown and decided to encourage Gabe before they could be interrupted. She aggressively took off his shirt and then unbuttoned his jeans. She had seen Gabe naked before in the showers after gym class but had never seen him erect. Pulling his underwear down, Jane confidently took Gabe's cock into her mouth and started to suck. Gabe sighed and moved his hips back-and-forth as he enjoyed what Jane was doing to him. She had been experienced with men before and knew what she was doing.

Jane got Gabe good and hard then got to her feet. "Why did you stop?" he wondered.

"Gabe, I need you to get me pregnant. I want to have a baby with you," she said bluntly with her new softer higher-pitched woman's voice.

"But we're not married, yet," Gabe pointed out.

"We can get married once we get home to San Juan. Gabe, please, we have less than an hour," she said looking at the clock.

"Wow, this is real," Gabe realized flustered. His memories were being changed to have him always believed Jane had been a girl.

"I need you," Jane pleaded with him.

"Alright, let's make a baby," he agreed with a smile.

Gabe and Jane took off the rest of their clothes and went to the bed. Jane had thought of Gabe sexually for years but had never acted upon them. She knew he was straight and didn't want to end their friendship. Still, she recalled nights where she thought of him naked with her in bed. She just never thought she would have to be female to make it happen. Now, Gabe was on top of her kissing her and rubbing her shrinking clit. Jane then gasped in unexpected pleasure as Gabe pushed inside her with his fingers getting her moistened up. Her male genitals, the thing she had despised about herself, was now permanently gone.

Gabe widened her out a bit and then withdrew as he watched Jane squirm from the internal changes going through her. A womb formed inside her and then ovaries. Finally, an egg was produced ready to be fertilized. She was now a woman in every respect, capable of getting pregnant, giving birth, and nursing. Jane gave Gabe an amazed look as her dream had come true.

"Gabe, I'm ready," she said to him.

Gabe nodded and then placed his cock at her entrance. He then easily pushed all the way in. Jane had been penetrated many times before by men but nothing like this. No longer would she had her penis flapping as she was being fucked. No longer would it be sandwiched between her and her man. Those experiences became distant memories as she discovered new memories about herself. She had grown up as a girl, played sports with girls, had plenty of girlfriends in school, showered with them without incident, and finally gave her virginity to Gabe, her one true crush.

At first, the two love-birds did missionary with Jane getting used to the feel of her new pussy. Gabe then placed Jane on her side and rode her right hip hard while rubbing her clit. Jane felt something building and couldn't help but moan and shake. Gabe quickened his pace until Jane gave an orgasmic scream. "Oh my God, Gabe, that was wonderful," Jane said stunned.

"We're not done, yet," Gabe smiled and the helped her to her knees.

Gabe penetrated her deeply and then rode her back hard. "Right there, pull my hair back," Jane requested becoming more confident in herself.

Gabe obliged her arching her back as she did. Finally, Gabe buried himself as far as he could and clutched her waist. Jane, then knew what was coming, the act that would seal her fate as a woman and a mother. Gabe came inside her and due to the magic of the room would impregnate her within the hour. Gabe grunted as he pulsed inside her and then the two fell on the bed on their stomaches breathing heavily and relaxing. Jane then heard the door unlock.

"Thank you, Gabe. You made my dreams come true," she said adoringly.

"It's just the beginning," he told her.

***

Upon her insistence, the now newly pregnant Jane wanted to leave the room and never look back. The two got dressed in their casual clothes. Jane's male clothes had been modified to fit her new frame. They exited the room and went to the lobby where they were met by Gerald. "We're going to check out now," Jane said to him.

"Were you not satisfied with your stay?" Gerald asked. "I can upgrade you to the penthouse suite if you would like."

"That's okay. We need to get home and start new adventures," Jane said.

"Very well then," Gerald smiled knowingly.

As Jane left with Gabe towards the exit, she couldn't help but notice a man that resembled Ron coming in. He had the same bald head, build, and clothes. At his side was an Asian woman. Jane could tell right away that the Asian woman was a transsexual by her facial features. Jane gave them a haunted look realizing history was repeating itself and that Ron would stop at nothing until he manipulated the room to give him what he wanted even if he were trapped in an infinite loop of suffering and death.

"You okay?" Gabe asked her concernedly.

"Perfect," Jane replied giving him a kiss. The new parents then strolled the streets of New York ready for the next chapter in their lives.

Author's Notes: With each part, I considered different combinations of people in the room without it being the same horror story. I knew this particular part would be darker but if you've got to this point you know it ends on a more positive note. I've been asked to tell the origin or the "reason" for why Room 1408 is the way it is. I figured I would still leave it a mystery as any explanation would ruin the mystique of the room. It's just an evil room that likes to screw with people.