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Tired of perfection? Miss the real taste of food, the smell of a fresh spring morning after a rain shower? If so, then perhaps you need a stay in a living, breathing body. Come on over to Body Holiday and we'll set you up with a dream vacation in the body of your choice. We've got hundreds of different bodies in many shapes and sizes, all waiting for you!
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Body Holiday
by Terry Volkirch
A man and a woman laid next to each other in bed with all of the lights out, their young voices the only thing that penetrated the gloom.
"I've got a two week vacation opportunity coming up soon," the man said. "Wanna take a trip?"
"Mmm?"
"Come on, Maddy. I know you're awake. Focus."
"On what? That old analog clock on the wall? It's two minutes slow according to my internal clock."
"Don't do that," he told her.
"Do what, Mark? Tell time?"
"Yeah. That. It's not natural."
"It's completely natural. I have an internal clock so I always know the time. I can see everything in the room in perfect detail despite the darkness. I can do all that and more, just like you, and it's all a hundred percent fucking natural."
"I think you need a vacation," he said in a soft voice.
Maddy paused to think for a moment. "You're right. I do need a vacation."
"So let's take one. Your schedule is a lot more flexible than mine. You can afford to take two weeks off."
"Sure. With one condition."
"Oh?" he said, raising one eyebrow enough that she could feel it without having to look.
"We try a Body Holiday," she said, her smile evident in her voice.
"What?! Seriously?!"
"Seriously, Mark. Don't you want to try sex again in a real body? Do you even remember what if feels like?"
"But we have sex! Every fucking night! Fantastic, mind-blowing sex! What the hell are you even talking about?!"
Maddy shook her head. The man still let his penis control him, even though it wasn't real.
"Mark?"
"Yes?"
"Remember what I said about perfection?"
The man sighed. "Boring. Right?"
"Yep! I'm craving some sweaty, smelly, good old-fashioned, imperfect sex. I'm sick of this simulated, synchronized orgasm shit. It's just not as good as I remember."
The man muttered something unintelligible but she understood perfectly.
"You're actually satisfied with it?!" she asked, leaving her mouth hanging open in shock.
"Well… yeah. I am."
It was Maddy's turn to mutter. "Men really are such simple creatures."
"Fuck you," he said, rolling away from her in a huff.
"No. Fuck me," she said, spraying the back of the man's head with the contents of a small aerosol can.
"Excuse me?" He propped his body up with an elbow and looked back over his shoulder at her, his penis rapidly swelling. "No fair," he said, "using cyber pheromone spray. What's the deal with you? I thought you didn't want perfect sex."
"Perfect sex has its place. But this isn't exactly perfect."
"Oh?" he said, one eyebrow raised high.
"We've been fighting, a little, and now it's time for some hot makeup sex. Come on, big boy. Come and get it."
The man eagerly rolled over and thrusted into her all in one smooth, practiced motion, and he moved on to do what passed for making love in the modern age.
She smiled, but not from the penetration. She smiled at her plans for getting the holiday that she craved. Then she lost herself in the moment and cried out as their synchronized orgasm hit.
The couple sat in small, padded chairs in the waiting room of their local Body Holiday office, waiting for approval of their finance plan. Mark looked around at the various photos that hung on virtually all of the otherwise drab walls. The photos showed some very satisfied looking customers. Maddy just stared a hole through the door of the manager's office, chewing her lip with worry. It took a lot of money to go on a body holiday, especially when the destination was a small island in the South Pacific. Tropical island vacations were in high demand. Money wasn't the hardest part though.
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Mark said.
"Come on. We owe ourselves a decent vacation for once."
"You never take me anywhere!" he mocked in a falsetto.
Maddy refused to take the bait. She wasn't going to be denied her dream. "Please," she said quietly. "Let's not fight. Not yet." She suggestively waggled her eyebrows, making him remember their last session of makeup sex.
It worked.
Mark squirmed a little in his chair and used a little anti-pheromone spray. He muttered something about his penis having a mind of its own but otherwise kept quiet for the rest of the short wait.
After another ten minutes, the manager of operations, Michael Hastings, opened the door of his office and walked into the waiting room with a big smile on his face. "Congratulations," he told the couple. "Your body holiday has been approved. You're going to Tahiti!"
Maddy bounced up out of her chair and squealed, followed much more quietly by Mark. She turned and hugged him and he slowly returned it.
The bare walls of the dark room reflected echoes of various beeps and hums. Strangely enough, the sounds comforted the couple inside. Both Mark and Maddy were strapped horizontally into reclining chairs, with tubes and wires everywhere. Their synthetic bodies would require some maintenance while they were vacant.
The two of them waited, still fully conscious as they received final instructions for the body transfer process. The PA system crackled to life and they listened intently.
"We're almost ready for the transfer," Hastings' voice said. "Just a few reminders left and you'll be on your way."
Maddy tried to bounce a little to show her happiness but forgot that her body's motor functions were completely deactivated. She mentally frowned but continued to listen.
"You'll be transferred directly to your selected bodies in Tahiti. There might be a few minutes of disorientation and even dizziness but it should pass. Remember to take it slow. Move slowly to get used to your new bodies."
Mark would've rolled his eyes if he could. He'd already heard and read the same information. The man just wanted to get on with the vacation and hoped that it'd be worth the high cost.
"One last thing," Hastings said. "Solar activity has increased to very high levels this week. We're sure that it won't affect the transfer process since the transfer bypasses normal space, but there has been a little trouble with communications. Be assured that we'll get you back home safe and sound though."
That last part was new information but the two of them weren't worried. They had confidence in technology. Their synthetic bodies always worked perfectly. Everything in their high-tech world worked perfectly.
After a last, quick goodbye, the body transfer started. The minds of the two customers sailed on to paradise.
In a small, white, air conditioned room, a tall, muscular man and a curvy woman of average height were laid out in padded leather recliners with safety straps holding them firmly in place. They wore short, sky blue cotton robes and nothing else. Their eyelids fluttered a few times and opened wide to a new world.
A young Polynesian woman dressed all in white stood nearby and moved over to release the straps, allowing the couple to sit up and slowly get used to their new bodies. She finished and quickly left to give them privacy.
The man sat up first, running his hands through his short, black hair and looking puzzled as he did so. He saw his slightly darker skin and hairy arms and then turned to look at the fair-skinned brunette lying next to him.
"Mark?" he asked. "Is that you?"
"Maddy?" an equally perplexed woman asked.
"What the hell?!" they both said in unison.
The body transfer process worked but it didn't exactly go as planned. The original, gender neutral names of both of the host bodies and communication problems led to a slight mix up.
"Fuck!" Mark said, then covered his mouth at the sound of his very feminine voice.
"Remember to take it slow," Maddy warned. "We'll contact the home office as soon as we can."
"Fuck that! I'm calling that idiot manager right now." The woman tried to get up, propping her hands on the arm rest of the recliner, but one hand slipped off and she fell back. "Shit!"
Maddy rolled her eyes. "We'll get through this, Mark. Just relax."
"Just relax?! You relax! You're not a woman!" He stopped then, realizing how stupid and insulting that sounded. "Sorry," he said in a quiet voice. "I guess I'm a little freaked out."
Maddy nodded but kept quiet and focused on getting her coordination back so she could find someone with a phone.
A severe solar storm flared up and blocked communications completely over the next couple days since French Polynesia had to depend on satellite communications. The Honotua fiber optic cable had never been replaced after its connection to Hawaii was severed with the destruction of Hawaii in the Second Space War. With no way to contact the Body Holiday home office, Mark and Maddy had to wait it out and see how the other half lived whether they wanted to or not. The local staff had no way of switching their current bodies and they had no way to send the two of them back home without coordinating with the office that held their synthetic bodies.
The gender-switched couple sat in the brightly lit lobby, quietly talking and trying to keep from getting bored. Neither of them wanted to move much so they weren't having much fun. They gained full control of their bodies but they didn't feel comfortable. They weren't used to being the opposite gender.
Whenever Mark leaned forward, his large breasts jiggled and swayed, driving him crazy. His first inclination was to hold the massive globes in place with his hands but his mate quickly put a stop to that. He had to learn to lean back in his white wicker chair and pull his arms back to minimize his bust size.
Maddy wished she had Mark's problem, as he had the body that she selected for the holiday. Instead, she got his selected body and a source of endless embarrassment. Her penis seemed to have a hair trigger. She'd get an erection from even the slightest movement of her legs and hips. Just a light brush aroused her far too easily for her taste.
As the couple talked, Maddy looked past Mark and the potted palm trees beyond to see one of the resort staff approaching. She almost stood up to welcome the newcomer but instead stayed seated and tightly crossed her legs.
The Tahiti staff weren't completely without knowledge or resources. A short, dark man in loose fitting designer clothing approached them to explain some important new information. "I am Mister Gauthier," he told the couple in a thick French accent. "I am very sorry for the inconvenience. And I am also sorry to have a second problem to report," he said with a grim look. "We made another mistake. Both bodies are… I believe fertile is the right word. You need to practice safe sex."
Mark barked out a laugh while Maddy rolled her eyes.
"We won't have to worry about sex," Mark said, "because there won't be any."
Maddy sighed but wisely remained silent. She hoped to find out what sex was like as a man. Self-pleasure gave her some good insight into why men seemed so obsessed with sex, but she still wanted to be intimate with her partner.
Mister Gauthier turned and left them alone.
Maddy watched the man until he disappeared around a corner and then looked at her mate. "Have you tried… you know," Maddy asked.
"What are you talking about?"
The tall man sitting across from Mark chewed his lower lip and wrung his hands. The feminine gestures looked odd to Mark but he didn't say anything as he waited for a reply.
"Masturbation," Maddy finally said after an awkward silence.
Mark's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" he sputtered.
She nodded. "I couldn't help but try it. Late on our first day here, I got… aroused and couldn't help myself. I think I understand why you like sex so much."
Mark smiled but didn't say anything.
"I think you'll like it as a woman," she continued. "In fact, I know you will."
His smile quickly vanished as he thought about it. "I don't know. It's kind of hard to get started. It doesn't feel right."
"Yeah. But it feels good."
Mark laughed. "Okay. I think I'll try a bath and experiment a little. But could you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"Please go out and do some shopping or something while I'm in the bathroom."
Maddy smiled. Shopping would likely keep her distracted well enough to keep her arousal under control. "Right. I understand. We could both use some new clothes since the resort only supplied us both with a robe and one simple outfit. I'll look for some clothing stores, and I'll also scout around for restaurants. I'd like to eat out sometime during our stay. Room service is getting a little old."
Mark nodded agreement and the two of them continued talking. Up to that point, the two of them had spent all of their time either in their room or in the lobby. They had yet to explore all that the resort had to offer.
Maddy had come back to the room to the sounds of obvious feminine pleasure. She'd smiled and moved very quietly to make sure she didn't interrupt her partner.
After nearly an hour of reading a magazine that she'd bought, Mark emerged from the bathroom wearing his robe.
"Oh!" Mark said, wrapping his arms around his small waist. "You're here."
Maddy just smiled.
"How long have you been here?"
"Long enough."
Mark blushed.
"How was it?" Maddy quickly asked.
The new woman flashed a big, beautiful smile."Wow. Just… wow."
"I knew you'd like it."
Mark nodded and the two of them compared notes the rest of the evening. Mark even surprised his mate by agreeing to a little clothes shopping together. The single, short robe and one casual outfit didn't offer much support. His large, unconstrained breasts had been bothering him far too much and the thought of wearing a bra appealed to him more and more.
The vacationing couple once again sat in the lobby, but they both felt much more comfortable with their new bodies. Maddy wore beige cotton trousers and a dark green polo shirt with short enough sleeves to nicely show off her large biceps. She also unbuttoned the shirt all the way to give a peek at her hairy chest. Mark wore a knee-length white skirt, short-sleeved lavender blouse and wedges with a modest heel. He'd practiced walking in the shoes to make sure he could do it and found it came easily to him.
Both of them started looking at each other with undisguised lust, but Maddy feared to bring up the subject of having sex together. She waited for Mark to say when he was ready. And she knew better than to tell him that she was more than ready herself. She kept her box of condoms well hidden.
As they talked, Mister Gauthier approached them once again. "We have been talking with Mister Hastings," he told them. "The solar storm is making things… difficult. I tell him about your fertile bodies and he sounds concerned. He now wants to talk to you. He says it is urgent."
The couple followed the man back to the front desk and Maddy picked up the phone, hearing only static. She kept the phone to her ear and waited patiently, knowing that the connection might be intermittent.
"Can you hear me?" Michael Hastings shouted into the phone. "Hello? Hello? Damn solar storms!" He just about disconnected when he finally heard a voice over the static.
"I hear you," Maddy said. "Anything wrong? Mister Gauthier said it was urgent."
"Yes! Yes! It is urgent! We heard about the body switch and your fertility. We were going to try to get you back and try the holiday again at a later date but we'll need more time to set up your transfer. We'll need more reliable communications to set everything up though. You'll have to stay put until the ionosphere clears up."
"Ion what?"
"There's a solar storm and it's wreaking havoc with communications. We need better communications to set up the transfer."
"What? You're breaking up. Please repeat."
"Damn! I said we can't bring you back right away. It might take a few more days before we can bring you back. Did you get that?"
"Yes. Loud and clear. Why can't you bring us back?"
The manager tried not to bite his tongue. He redirected his anger by snapping a pencil in half and continued. "Solar storm is causing interference. Did you get that?"
"Got it. I guess we'll wait out the solar storm then. Thanks for letting us know."
"There's one more very important thing."
"What's that?"
"…have sex… get pregnant… you… back…."
"What? Please repeat. You're breaking up badly."
"I said… must… have sex. If… pregnant… you… come back."
The phone connection died at that point, leaving Maddy to scratch the stubble on her masculine chin as she puzzled over the last message. It sounded like the two of them were supposed to have sex and get pregnant in order to come back. That couldn't be right. Could it?
While lying nude together under the sheets of their bed, the couple re-christened themselves as Manny and Marge using two large bottles of cheap champagne. Marge needed the alcohol to help get herself in the mood. The two of them spent the early evening, drinking and talking, and in Manny's case, waiting for the main event.
"This doeshn't make shensh," Marge said, just before taking another swig from one of the bottles. She had to hold the large bottle in both hands to keep a good grip on it.
"You're drunk, Dear. Nothing makes sense when you're drunk."
"No fair," she said, pouting. "Yer not shlurring at all."
Manny laughed. He had a lot more body weight and a higher tolerance for alcohol. He felt relaxed with a slight buzz but wasn't really drunk.
"But sherioushly," she continued.
"Seriously drunk."
"Let me finish! I'm talkin' about havin' to get preg… preg'ant… you know what I mean!"
"You're right. Getting you pregnant doesn't make sense. I don't understand it either but I'm happy to give it a go."
"Yeah. Yer turnin' into a reg'lar shexaholic. Di'n't take long."
"I admit it. Penises are great. I could get used to this." He focused his attention on his slowly swelling organ between his legs and smiled. The new man began to realize why so many men thought with their dicks, so to speak. A man's sex drive was crazy strong and all of a man's arousal centered around his male member. It was extremely difficult for him to ignore his throbbing penis, especially at full erection when it threatened to poke a hole through the front of his pants. As his arousal steadily increased along with the size of his penis, he couldn't help himself. He did whatever he could think of to hurry Marge along, starting with nibbling on her ear.
"Mmm. Tha'sh nice."
"Plenty more where that came from," he said between nibbles.
"Shweet talker." She started purring and her body hummed. It didn't take much longer before she finally deemed herself ready and rolled over, spreading her legs and surrendering herself to her own obvious feelings of lust. Between the alcohol and the tender ministrations of her partner, she was definitely ready for some serious passion.
The odor of feminine arousal saturated Manny's nostrils, causing his breath to quicken and his penis to become rock hard. He slipped into her moist slit and both man and woman moaned, becoming one the way nature intended.
Over the next several days, the couple rutted enough to make a weasel feel inadequate, emerging from their room just long enough to shower and eat something before they returned to the bedroom for more pleasure. Marge had a little trouble with a hangover the first morning after losing her virginity, but modern science cured the headache and nausea easily enough.
After a lot of practice and a long discussion, they both found that they both actually preferred sex the old-fashioned way, and both agreed that women had it better when it came to orgasms. Still, Manny liked the change. He liked the extra height and strength, and he didn't miss menstruation at all. He didn't menstruate in his synthetic female body but his memories of being a flesh-and-blood teenage girl were still fresh in his mind.
Thinking about his past as a girl made him wonder if someone might ever take a holiday in his old body. He gave up rights to it after saving some eggs from his ovaries. He never expected to want a flesh-and-blood body again. How ironic would it be if most people found they also preferred real bodies to the synthetic type? Everyone might end up taking body holidays in synthetic bodies and stick to the real thing most of their lives. It could work, as long as science could keep the real bodies youthful.
Marge didn't involve herself in such deep subjects. She concentrated on the sensual pleasures to be found in a real body, and she found herself becoming addicted to having sex as a woman. So far, she had all of the perks and none of the consequences.
The solar storm abated, allowing the manager of operations at Body Holiday to contact the couple. He expected to make preparations to get the couple back home but imagine his surprise when the transfer didn't work. After a quick trip to the local medical center, Marge discovered that she was with child and all hell broke loose, with threats and counter threats. Getting pregnant actually prevented the body transfer process for both of them since the process had to combine their DNA as a security measure to ensure that the correct life essences were transferred. The pregnancy caused the DNA of the embryo to be mixed in and that confused the process. The couple had to fly home and reclaim their synthetic bodies. Then legal teams gathered like storm clouds, and after all was said and done, no one was especially happy, at least at first.
Marge and Manny had wanted to procreate someday, using modern methods, but for some odd reason, having real bodies appealed to them more and more. They decided that they wanted to have a natural birth and Marge actually agreed to be the one to give birth. The courts decided in favor of the couple to keep their new bodies, and as the months passed and Marge's tummy swelled ever larger, her growing excitement surprised her. She knew it wasn't just the hormones. She loved being pregnant, especially during her second trimester.
The gender-switched couple updated their identification cards and made their relationship official by getting married. They downgraded their bodies but ended up with a greatly extended body holiday.
© 2014 by Terry Volkirch. This work may not be replicated in whole or in part by any means electronic or otherwise without the express consent of the Author (copyright holder). All Rights Reserved. This is a work of Fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional and any resemblance to real people or incidents past, present or future is purely coincidental.
