Author's Note: I recommend you read chapter 1 since I don't recap the previous chapter.
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As Liz I felt sore and a little tired, but I started feeling more and more energetic. Burt's mind was slowly taking control of his body once again since the dominant mind was transferred out. I put in the bed and gave him a sleeping pill. This would give me few hours head start. When he awoke, he would either tell an incredible story that no one would believe or he would tell the story that an experiment backfired making Professor Edih a vegetable. Having been intimate with his mind, I knew he would choose the latter, and probably steal my notes on the project to build another device. Although a bright grad student, I knew he would never succeed. It was chance that caused the device to be able to put someone's mind into another's body.
I was now a female; I knew what to do because I was partially Liz. I cleaned my self-up and dressed. I was going to seek another male body. I wanted the best physically shaped body I could find and decided to head out toward the frat house where the football team was housed.
Liz was familiar with this frat house. She had been to several parties there and had dated one of the guys, Vincent. Liz liked to fuck and I knew instantly all the sex she has had. Being in her body was fascinating to me. I walked like her, shook her ass to guys she passed in the hall like she did. I planned to find the body I wanted, and then I would leave the University. Hopefully the body I find will have some available funds, a credit card and a car.
Walking down the street I was greeted my many looks and leers by fellow students. I felt horny. The sexual arousal did not go away and although I had no penis to get hard and strain against my clothing, the vagina ached. It was a weird and new sensation to me. I mustered up any control I had to keep me from shoving my fingers into the pussy. As I walked my thighs rubbed against the pussy lips. What was I thinking? I needed some relief, I needed to get fucked.
This thought caught me off guard. I never entertained any homosexual thoughts the 63 years I lived as a man. Being in Liz's body along with the mind transfer that activates the sexual arousal part of the brain I was feeling desperately horny and the thought of a man having sex with this body didn't matter, it was about having a cock fuck the pussy so that it can feed on the pleasure that occurs from the orgasm. I realized it then that I was addicted to this feeling and that I would have to perfect the device.
As Liz I arrived at the frat house around midnight. Most of the football players were up and they were all very happy to invite this gorgeous body in for a few drinks. Most of the guys stood around talking to me. Then Vincent came over; one of his frat brothers probably fetched him from his room. Liz's memory of fucking Vincent played in my head like remember an old favorite movie with random highlights. Vincent leaned toward me and kissed Liz's lips. Part of me felt uncomfortable, but a stronger urge made me feel good. At that moment I knew I needed to fuck him.
"Lets go upstairs and talk a bit okay?" I grabbed his hand and he led the way upstairs to his room. I heard mumblings behind me of some of the guys saying, "damn", "shit", "hot". They all wanted me and my pussy was on fire in anticipation. Vincent was a second string receiver on the team and I knew he didn't have the body I wanted, but I had to extinguish this fire that was building up below.
"So Liz, why'd yaw come back here…thought you had the hoots for that teacher assistant"
Damn, all he wanted to do was talk. I just wanted a quick surge of the pleasure so I could continue my mission. Liz knew what to do and being a former guy, two former guys, I knew also. Vincent might want to talk, but he wasn't about to pass on some pussy.
I looked at him the sexy way Liz does to guys. I dropped the purse and undid the buttons on the blouse taking them off and unzipping the skirt allowing that to fall. I stood before him in a thong panties and lace bra. I walked toward him pouting my lips "did you really want to just talk?"
Vincent was a man of few words and he stepped out of his sweat pants kicking them across the room. While he was taking off his t-shirt I went down to my knees and looked at his cock. It wasn't as large as Burt's but I was hoping it would do the trick. Instinctively I licked the tip of the cock and sucked it into my mouth. I was remembering how Liz blew me and tried to replicate it. I wasn't thinking that I was sucking a man's cock, that would have repulsed me, instead I was concentrating on the pleasure by brain was receiving by doing this action and surprisingly the stimulus was very pleasurable and small fireworks were going on behind my eye lids. I didn't want him to cum in my mouth and pulled away. He threw me on the bed and dove between my legs. His tongue was licking my pussy and he was sucking on the clitoris, which intensified the pleasure.
