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TV TV

by Suzi Johnson

My girlfriend Gloria and I had just moved into an apartment

together, having gone out for six months or so, before making

the committment. We moved in furniture from each of our

apartments, after deciding what would go best in the new place.

With the exception of a television, we really had everything we

needed, but her set had just died, and mine was an old one that

didn't have long to go. She volunteered to take care of getting

a new one, and I said that would be fine. I usually deferred to

her on most things as she was the more aggressive partner in

more ways than one.

Our sex life was great, although I must admit that our roles

were somewhat reversed from the norm. She was clearly the

assertive one, but as my nature is basically shy and retiring,

that suited me perfectly. The first week we spent in the new

place went fine, and we each adjusted to having another person

in the place we lived. It was more of an adjustment for me, I

guess, since I work out of the house as a computer consultant,

while Gloria has a good job as a buyer with a major clothing

firm. One night she told me that our new TV would be delivered

the next day, and that she had picked out a really state of the

art model, one that incorporated virtual reality. That sounded

great, and I told her that. "Just don't fool around with it,"

she said, "until we can go through all the instructions

together," and I agreed. "I have a busy day, anyway, so I won't

have any time to do more than just sign for it."

The next day, Monday, when the set was delivered, I had the guys

unpack it and put it in place, and I noticed that there was no

brand name on it or on the box. But I was on the phone, and

didn't say anything, figuring that Gloria knew what she was

doing. When she came home, though I mentioned it to her, and she

said that the TV was manufactured by a private firm, to special

order. After dinner, we decided to try it out, so she began to

unpack a box that came with it, and found the instructions and

two remote controls, one ordinary-looking black one, and one

that was silver-colored. I hooked the set up to the cable box

and VCR and we sat down to check it out. Gloria took the black

remote control, and flipped through all the cable and regular

channels, and I have to admit, the set was great. The picture

quality was fantastic, and the audio was a tremendous stereo

quality with very good speakers. "Wow, this is really a nice

set," I said, as we sat there watching "L.A. Law". "It should

be," Gloria said, "it cost $5,000." "Five grand?" I said,

"that's ridiculous. I know its good quality, but five thousand

dollars, for what?"

"For the virtual reality equipment, silly," she said, taking a

futuristic-looking helmet device out of the box. "Here, put this

on." I still thought that she had gotten ripped off, but I

placed the helmet on my head, and watched as she picked up the

silver remote and pressed some buttons. I felt a dizzying

sensation go through me, and the next thing that I knew was that

I WAS Arnie Becker! I was in the "L.A. Law" show, sitting at the

table at the law firm's meeting. I knew what my line were, and I

said them, and the rest of the characters responded to me. The

scene changed, and I was in Arnie's office, seeing a client, and

before I knew what was happening, I was kissing this beautiful

actress. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I was really enjoying

it, when the dizziness returned and I was back on the couch next

to Gloria.

"Holy shit," I said, "you'll never believe what just happened! I

was Arnie, living the show. It was unbelieveable!" "Still think

I got taken for a ride, spending $5,000 for this TV?" Gloria

asked me. "No, its great, you have to try it," I told her. She

explained the directions to me, how to use the silver remote,

and placed the helmet on her own head. "L.A. Law" was over by

then, and the news had come on. I touched the buttons, and

watched in amazement as Gloria's body went limp, and she

transformed, on the screen, into the female anchorwoman. There

was no visible sign that she had traded places with the

newscaster, but I knew what she was experiencing. I let her stay

there for a while then pressed the return button, restoring life

to her body on the couch. "Wow, that is great," she said. The

only limitation was that the person you transformed into had to

be on the screen. For the next two hours we played with our new

toy, trying all the features, including a timer and a second

headset that allowed both of us to enter the TV and return after

a certain time, up to one hour. We only tried that for a few

minutes, and then we went to bed. We lay there talking for a

while about the wonderful new TV set and what it could do, then

we went to sleep. For the next week or so, we spent every night

glued to the TV as we played going in and out of the set,

experiencing what it was like to be TV stars. I even used it on

Sunday afternoon, when pro football was on, and for the whole

fourth quarter, I was John Elway! I had all the skills of my new

body, and I marched Denver down the field, throwing a TD pass

against the Raiders in the last second to win the game. As I

took the hit from Howie Long on that pass, though, I wished my

pass protection was a little better, because I really got racked

up. The pain that Elway felt, I felt, but I also had the

unbelievable rush of adrenaline from throwing the winning pass.

Gloria brought me back, and I told her what had happened. "See,

I told you that the money I spent on this TV was worth it," she

said. "Let's try this," she said, pulling out a VCR tape. "They

told me that it works on tapes as well as TV shows." She put on

her helmet, and started the tape. It was a porno tape, and we

were able to transform into it. She became the lead actress,

dressed in all black, bra, garter belt, stockings and high

heels, and I was the naked male who was eating her pussy! And

there was no doubt that we were different people, as her juices

tasted much stronger than Gloria's normally did. Somehow, when I

was transformed, I could tell that she was also transformed,

maybe from a look in the eye, or maybe I just knew. For half an

hour, we were living the porno flick's plot, fucking and sucking

unbelievably, until the timer brought us back. I was exhausted,

and so was she from the experience, and when we went to bed, we

held each other for a while, the head sex we had had

substituting for the real thing. This TV was wonderful.

I found myself using it during the day, while Gloria was at

work, and I transformed into what seemed like hundreds of

different characters. Then, one day, I made another discovery

about the TV - I had set the timer for too long, and the show I

was watching, a soap opera, ended before I came back.. But I was

still the actor, and I found myself in his apartment, making

love to the show's lead actress in real life! Here was a scoop

that the Enquirer would love to have, but just as I was getting

ready to cum, the timer kicked in and I was transformed back.

Frustrating was not the word for that. I excitedly told Gloria

about what had happened, and, though she kidded me about

becoming a couch potato, spending all day watching soaps, I

could see that this aspect of the TV set delighted her as well.

Our lovemaking in real life dwindled to next to nothing, though,

as we spent every Saturday night watching porn flicks, getting

our sex in the movie lives we switched to. But that was a small

price to pay for the wonders the TV had brought us. As weeks

passed, however, we began to get a little bored with regular

straight porn, and Gloria brought home all different kinds of

movies for us to watch, a film that had a definite B & D plot.

The stern woman actress was wearing a black leather outfit, and

the guy in the film was tied up and being whipped by her. "Want

to try this?" she said, and although I knew I would feel the

pain this guy was suffering, I could tell Gloria was turned on

by it. "Sure, why not," I said, and the next thing I knew, I

felt the chains around me, and the lash of Gloria's whip on my

back! It stung a lot, but the scene was changing, and I found

myself on all fours, with Gloria riding me like a horse. Her

high heels dug into my side, and she whacked my naked ass with a

riding crop, directing me around the room with a rope that was

tied around my head and between my teeth. I could tell that the

actor who I had become was really enjoying this, because my

borrowed cock was hard as a rock. Gloria's riding crop reached

underneath me, and slashed against it, and I found myself

spurting cum all over the floor. Following the script, Gloria

pulled me backward until I was right over the pool of cum, and

she forced my head down, commanding me to lick it up. I did,

tasting the salty flavor of cum for the first time, and then we

were transformed back. "I want to do more of this!" Gloria

exclaimed, pressing the button to send us back. I didn't know

whether or not I did, but she had the remote, and for the next

half-hour, I was tortured and whipped by the onscreen Gloria.

When we finally came back, Gloria lay back on the couch, while I

found myself sitting there with a huge hardon. "That excited

you, didn't it?" Gloria asked. I confessed that it did, and she

took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Before I knew what was

happening, she had tied my hands to the bedpost with a pair of

nylons, and was proceeding to act out what we had experienced

while we were in the movie. She sat on my face, and made me eat

her pussy, and although this was far different from our normal

lovemaking, I found myself really getting into her domination of

me! A new side of my personality had been exposed; although

Gloria was usually the aggressor, this dominant role extended

far beyond that. And I loved it!

The next few weeks were the most passionate we had ever

experienced, and she treated me like her slave whenever we made

love. Each Saturday night, she brought home a new video, each

progressively more into B & D than the last. I experienced every

sadomasochistic ritual there was, serving as her toilet slave,

and having my onscreen body pierced with needles and rings.

Twice, we set the timer past the end of the movie, and we found

ourseleves off the movie set, living the real lives of the

actors. Once, the couple went their separate ways, but the

second time, we found out that the mistress-slave realtionship

extended to their real lives as well. Fortunately, Gloria was

satisfied with acting these things out in the movies, while

being content with tieing and whipping me a little in real life.

Her personality changed, though, and she became more and more

dominant all the time. I didn't mind it so much because this

also seemed to fit in with the newly discovered side of my own

personality. "You really are mine to command, aren't you, you

wimp?" she demanded of me one night as I lay on the floor,

serving as her footstool. Her spike heels dug into my back, and

I said, "Oh, yes, I really do, Mistress Gloria, I love to serve

you!" She apparently loved it as well, because I had been her

full time slave for over a week.

. The following Saturday night, the routine changed and Gloria

ordered me to wear the helmet, but to stand in the hall outside

the living room until she told me to come in. "Come in here,"

she ordered, and I barely had a chance to see the TV screen,

when I felt the dizziness sweep over me. But from that glance, I

saw a French maid on the screen, and I found myself in a woman's

body for the first time. Or, I discovered, a mostly woman's body

- beneath my short frilly skirt and petticoats, I felt a large,

erect cock. But my breasts felt real, confined inside a

corset-like undergarment. I didn't have time to think about what

was happening, though, because the scene changed, and staring me

in the face was a huge erection. Two hands grabbed me behind the

head, and pulled my open mouth around the cock, and I found

myself giving the other actor a blowjob! I realized that this

was not Gloria - I hadn't felt that sensation of knowing that

she had been transformed along with me. The movie continued, and

when I was stripped naked, I saw that I had been right. The

large breasts I had were real, but down below, I still had the

large male cock. This was really weird, and I kept waiting for

the transformation back, but the movie ended, and I was still

trapped in this shemale body. I woke up in a strange apartment,

with a nightgown on, and I felt the sensation of the sheer nylon

against my nipples and cock. It was very exciting, and I felt my

cock rising and my nipples getting hard. I rubbed around in the

bed, the gown sliding against me, until I felt I was ready to

come, and I did in great spurts.

I was horrified with this new body, but there was no dizziness

coming that would signal the end of the transformation. I

cleaned myself up, and put on the lamp that was on the

nighttable. The room I was in was clearly feminine, with pink as

the main color. The bed was canopied with ruffles of lace and

the sheets were pink satin, adding to the erotic feelings I had.

I got out of bed and began to explore my unknown surroundings.

The dresser drawers contained only female clothes: mostly a

large variety of sexy underthings, and the closet had women's

dresses, from regular daytime outfits to extremely sexy evening

gowns. I had messed myself up when I came, and since it didn't

seem like this nightmare was ending anytime soon, I went into

the bathroom to shower. I went into the stall shower, still

mystified by the shemale body I was inhabiting, and the warm

water cascaded over my ample breasts and ran down past my cock.

I found only a perfumed bath-gel to use to was myself, and when

I was shampooing my head, I found that the long blonde hair I

had was mine, not a wig. The sensations I felt were unbelievably

weird as I dried myself, spending a long time rubbing the towel

over my sensitive nipples, causing me to get another erection. I

walked back into the bedroom and stood in front of the

full-length mirror.

How strange it was to see a petite, but full figured woman

looking back at me. I saw that my body was in perfect shape,

with a very sexy figure. If I had been looking at this woman in

real life, I know that my cock would have been just as erect as

hers was. From shoulders to toes, except for a small patch of

blonde pubic hair and eyebrows, my body was totally hairless,

and I could tell that this person kept him(her)self in excellent

shape. The skin on the body was flawless and very tight, with no

sagging flesh anywhere. The waist was tiny, swelling to the

large boobs above and definitely female hips below. I turned

around and saw the feminine, yet taut, ass cheeks and the rest

of the sleek female flesh. I felt cold, and this broke my

concentration. It was apparently morning, and I decided to get

dressed while I waited for Gloria to transform me back. I went

to the dresser and took out a pair of panties. It seemed so

strange to pull them up over my hairless legs, but somehow

exciting as well, and when they slid over my still hard cock,

the sensation was mind-boggling. I found myself coming in

torrents as the nylon rubbed against me, and I again had to

clean myself up.

I took out new panties, and having just come, was glad to find

out that I could get them on with less reaction. I pulled on a

pair of pantyhose, thinking how strange this all was, then

slipped my arms into the bra's straps and fastened the

hook-and-eyes in back without any problem. I adjusted my breasts

inside the cups, and felt the stirrings again in my groin. As

long as Gloria was taking so long transforming me back, I

figured that I might as well experience things from the female

point of view. I went into the closet, and picked out a dress to

wear. Before I knew it, I was giving myself a fashion show with

the contents of the closet, trying on dress after dress. Then,

having gone through the daytime things, getting progressively

more excited, I went back to the dresser and changed my

underwear. Time passed in a blur of nylon, satin and lace, until

I found myself wearing a strapless black torsolette, with cups

that pushed up my breasts, ruffled black panties and sheer silk

stockings. Even with my already beautiful figure, the torsolette

pulled in my waist, and shaped my body. I went back to the

closet, and selected a strapless black velvet evening gown,

which I pulled up over my body. It was made of a stretchy

material, and at the top, there was a choker, attached to the

back of the gown by a thin ribbon of velvet. It had a side snap,

and I fastened it around my neck. There were a pair of black

patent leather shoes that I decided would go perfectly, and I

slid my stockinged feet into them, thrilling at the sensation of

walking in the 4 inch heels.

I stood in front of the mirror, and seeing that my long blonde

hair was almost dry, I went over to the dressing table, and

finished the job with the blowdryer, brushing through the wavy

hair to make the hairdo perfect. I looked at myself in the

makeup mirror, and without conscious thought began to apply the

cosmetics that littered the table top. The good-looking face

that I had seen reflected changed into the beautiful face of the

actress I had been transformed into last night, and when I was

finished, the ruby-red lips and sexy eyes that I saw were

gorgeous. I looked at the long nails that were on the hands, and

saw that they didn't need to be polished, but the excitement I

felt was overpowering. I stood up and walked around, my firm

buns swaying under the sexy dress. Looking in the mirror, I

couldn't believe what I had been transformed into. My cock was

like a telephone pole from the rubbing of the satin panties

against it, and I put my hand underneath the skirt of my dress

to caress it through the smooth material that covered it.

An urge to watch myself came over me, and without thinking I

tilted the mirror downward, and, pulling off my panties, lay on

the floor. facing away from the mirror. I raised my legs and

hips into the air, as though doing the bicycle exercise, and I

clearly saw the feminine heels and stockings arching up behind

my head. The body I was in was tremendously lithe, and I found

that I could bend it more and more, until the huge cock was

staring me right in the face! My eyes locked on the mirror, and

I stretched myself a little more, and found my erection sliding

into my lipsticked mouth. I was giving myself a blowjob, and I

spread my legs so that I would have a clear view of this in the

mirror. My blonde hair surrounded my head, and I could see the

outward thrust of my breasts, barely restrained inside the

low-cut gown. I moved my hips, and the cock slid in and out of

my mouth, until with a last stretch, my blonde pubic hairs were

against my madeup face, and the cock, completely down my willing

throat, shot salty cum into me.

I relaxed my body, and lay there for a while to catch my breath.

This had been the most unusual sexual experience of my life, to

say the least! But then I began to wonder why Gloria hadn't

transformed me back, and I started to worry about what had

happened. As exciting as this had been, I didn't want to stay in

this strange body, I wanted to go back to my own. I got up,

still thinking about this, and got out of the clothes I was

wearing. I put on a regular set of pink panties and bra, but

really liking the feel of stockings instead of pantyhose, chose

a matching garter belt and sheer beige nylons. I stepped into a

half slip, then put on a pink dress that would be appropriate

for daytime. Also liking the feel of high heels, and how they

made my shapely legs look, I chose a pair of matching pink pumps

with a 2 1/2 inch heels. I changed my makeup into a less

glamourous look, with a pale pink lipstick, and removing the red

nail polish, I did my nails in a pretty pink. I walked into the

kitchen, turning on the radio I found there while I made some

coffee. The news came on, and I discovered that I was apparently

still in New York at least, and that it was Sunday morning, as I

expected. I sat there, sipping my coffee, still expecting to be

transformed back any minute, thinking that Gloria must have

fallen asleep last night.

But, as time passed, I really began to wonder what had happened,

since the dizzy feeling that announced the change never

appeared. I tried to call our apartment, but kept getting a busy

signal, and when I called the operator, she told me that the

phone was apparently off the hook. Finally, after waiting for

hours, I decided to find out what was going on. I had found out

that this apartment belonged to a person named Wendy Davis, and

looking through her desk, I saw that (s)he owned a Toyota. I

fixed my makeup and clothes, and grabbing a purse and the set of

keys I had found, I went out. There was a doorman downstairs,

and when I walked out, he said, "Good afternoon, Miss Davis, do

you want your car, or should I get you a taxi. I knew from the

mail I had looked at that Wendy Davis lived on the upper East

Side of Manhattan, and since I wanted to get to my own house,

which was just a half-mile or so away, I thanked him, but said

that I would walk. "Just be careful, Miss," he warned, "you know

how this city is." I gave him a warm smile, and, thanking him

again, began to walk toward our apartment.

When I got there, there were cop cars and an ambulance outside,

and two EMS medics were wheeling out a stretcher with a body bag

on it. This was just part of New York, I thought, and like a

typical New Yorker, I went into the lobby, and up in the

elevator. I knocked on the door, and Gloria opened it. She

stared at me for a second, looking me up and down. "You look

beautiful," she said, "even better than in the movie!" I was

dumbfounded for a minute, then followed her inside. She had

obviously recognized me, but why hadn't she transformed me back?

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, dear," she said. "But

I might as well tell you straight out. You're ... dead." "What,"

I exclaimed in my high-pitched feminine voice, "what do you mean

I'm dead - I'm right here in front of you." I saw that her eyes

were red, as though she'd been crying as she said, "Well, Wendy

Davis is here in front of me, but your own body passed away

early this morning. As a matter of fact, I only found you an

hour or so ago; you must have passed them while they were taking

your body away." I felt faint, and I sat down on the couch. "W

...what happened?" I finally managed to ask. "What did you do to

me?"

"I didn't do anything - nothing at all. After you were

transformed last night, there was a terrible buzzing from the

remote, then a puff of smoke. I couldn't transform you back. I

had no idea where you were, or what was happening. So, I just

left your body on the couch; I took a couple of sleeping pills,

and went to bed. I was knocked out all morning. When I got up,

and went inside to check on you, you had stopped breathing. I

was speechless, realizing that I was now trapped in this strange

body! "But," she continued, "its not all bad. You really are

very beautiful, you know. And your wonderful body, with its

secret, is pretty exciting, isn't it?" I managed to nod, `yes',

but I felt tears filling my eyes. I began to sob softly to

myself, and said in a low voice, "but I'm a man, and I want my

man's body." "Stop that this minute," Gloria said firmly. "Why

would you want that ugly old hairy man's body, instead of the

beautiful woman's body you have now. Plus, you have that

`something extra' we can both enjoy." Her tone reminded me of

the subservient state I had been reduced to, but when she

continued, "besides, now we can be girlfriends as well as

lovers, the best of all possible worlds," I knew that we would

be more equals than mistress and slave as we had become.

The next day, Gloria helped me pack up everything in Wendy

Davis' apartment, or at least all the clothes, jewelry and

cosmetics. The lease on her apartment was up in another month,

and we paid the last month's rent from the rather ample funds in

her checking account. I was a little surprised at the amount of

money she had, but I guess porno flicks paid better than I had

thought. Gloria was unbelievably turned on by my new body, and

we made love almost every night. I eventually resigned myself to

the fact that I would be inhabiting this strange shemale body,

and looking and dressing as a woman from now on. Gloria had told

me that she couldn't get ahold of the company she had bought the

TV from, saying that it must have gone out of business, though

she tried her best.

Gloria's dominant side is pretty much under control, although

when there is lots of housework to do, she'll lay out a sexy

French maid outfit, similar to the one Wendy Davis wore in the

movie, for me to wear. But she rarely whips me, and we almost

always act on an equal basis. The wonderful feelings I got from

dressing that way never did stop, though, and I guess we do have

the best of all worlds.

It didn't even bother me, some three months later, when I found

the silver remote control, intact, and realized that this must

have been Gloria's plan for me all along! By that time, I had

become so accustomed to my new body, that I wouldn't have traded

it for anything.

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