Experiment In Reality

I entered the lab with excitement- Washington and Miller's messages had said "groundbreaking discovery" and "revolutionary". Neither man wrote in hyperbole and most scientists are naturally timid when it came to findings, so this might've really been something.

I saw a simple metal chair surrounded by stands of emitters. I knew they were working on something about the human brain's reaction to energy exposure, so this must be it.

"Mike!" Washington said from behind a bank of computers and monitors in the back. "Have we got something!"

"What?" I responded.

He and Miller came out.

"You won't believe it!" Washington said (Miller was always the quiet one) "We think we may have discovered proof of alternate earths!"

"What the science fiction thing?" I mocked. "That there's another earth in some parallel reality like ours but slightly different?"

The hypothesis had been suggested in physics for a while but, as I suggested, it was more of a science fiction trope than science fact.

"I know it sounds silly- but yes!"

"We calibrating the emitters last week and the system accidently fired while I was in the target area. For five minutes my body stayed here but my mind inhabited the body of a SWAT officer in a Los Angeles in a riot situation- that didn't happen in our reality. After the five minutes I returned to my body." Miller said.

"He was completely unconscious during that time!" Washington effused. "We then fired it off with me in the target area- I was a Harvard professor but internal combustion engines had been completely given up!"

"We have tried four other firings- each with equal success. But now we need to expand our experimental base beyond just us."

"Are you kidding?! You could've caused brain damage to each other!" I railed "You could just be experiencing hallucinations!"

"We have checked. Neither of us has received brain damage or alteration as far as tests can determine." Washington explained "As far as hallucinations- we have considered it but the details seem to be too precise, the experiences too close to our laws of reality to suggest that."

"Yeah, we haven't smelled colors or thought we were flying, or something like that so that would seem to shoot down hallucinations," Washington said "But that's why we need another test subject- to widen the base. We'd like you to take a ride."

After checking their data, I was curious. Neither man played practical jokes or flights of fancy and their data checked out. I decided to take a ride.

"One thing we have noticed- the longer in the other reality the more the host's thoughts start to leak in- possibly a biological influence from their brain. But it instantly goes away when you come back," Miller said.

"The return time is variable for some reason. We've gone from being there five to fifteen minutes," Washington added.

I sat in the chair and they fired the emitters. I instantly found myself standing in a kitchen. Stainless steel oven, refrigerator, and microwave. I looked down and saw two large breasts- I was in the body of a woman.

I took a step forward and nearly fell- I caught myself with the countertop. Apparently, she/I was wearing heels. After a few steps, it became natural- it must be the host's mind/memory/body helping.

I walked into a hallway that led to the bedrooms- but what interested me was the full-length mirror directly to my left at the end of the hall.

She was a beautiful woman: in her late thirties (possibly older but just didn't show it?). She had blonde hair she wore up in a complex but attractive style. Her skin was perfect ivory. She wore a retro knee length blue dress with small polka dots that strapped around her neck and was low cut to show off her perfect, large (DD?) breasts. She wore transparent high heels. Her model beautiful face wore makeup you rarely saw outside of models or actresses on film- full red lips, shadow, blush, mascara foundation- the works, but not so heavy as to appear unnatural. Rounded red nails and toes finished the look. Any heterosexual man would melt at her visage.

The front door knocked. I headed back towards the kitchen but turned right toward the sound through the living room. Pictures of the woman, a teenage son, and an older man whose expression looked like he ate lemons and gave blood for a living.

I opened the door and met a handsome young man in his early twenties. Clean cut with sandy blonde hair that complimented his intelligent blue eyes that looked unwaveringly into mine. Tall, muscular, with broad shoulders, square jaw, dressed in conservative, but casual shirt and jeans. I or should I say my body, gave an instinctive punch of hormones to my gut- excited and a little nervous. Like a kid that sees his crush.

"Hi Mrs. Davis," he greeted with a deep baritone voice.

"Oh, hi... Kevin, David won't be here for another hour at least," I said.

Where did that come from? I guess the body just took over. Like Miller said, the host's thoughts coming through.

"Won't you come in?" I said.

What else was I going to do? Have him stand out there for an hour?

"My pleasure," he said smoothly. He must get every coed on campus.

"Would you like something to drink?" I said as he walked in.

Once again, the words came out almost automatically, instinctively.

"Love it."

I turned and walked to the kitchen with Kevin following.

I searched my mind, seeing if the body remembered anything. While nothing specific came up, a general feeling, a notion of flirtation seemed to come up. He was her son's friend.

I took out two glasses and took a pitcher lemonade out of the refrigerator. At this point I was happy to let the host do the driving through an unknown social interaction.

"You look beautiful," he said. I blushed and smiled back.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

Nothing came to mind. Honesty might be the best strategy.

"My back and shoulders are a little sore," I said turning to the counter to pour the lemonade into the glasses.

It was true; probably something she became accustomed with, but I felt. Probably from carrying these huge watermelon breasts all day.

"Oh, here let me help," he said and moved in behind me and began massaging but back and shoulders with his powerful hands.

The man knew what he was doing. I could feel the knots in my back slowly relax. Maybe something else.

I let out an instinctive moan. I didn't mean to- it just happened.

"Oh, you like that?" he said here.

He reached up and undid the knot that tied my- her dress at the back of my- her neck. Before I could react, the front of the dress fell forward onto the counter. I took a breath of surprise, but realized I- she was wearing a strapless bra at her waist- her breasts weren't showing.

Before I could register this his hands were massaging my neck and top of my shoulders. The effect was glorious as the muscles relaxed. I could register my pulse quicken and emotions register- I was becoming aroused at Kevin's ministrations.

I pushed the glasses and lemonade forward so that I could bend over slightly and put my hands forward. The flirting thing came to mind and Kevin knew what he was doing. Well, two could play at that game. I pushed my bottom out slightly and it met his groin. Even through the dress, I could tell he was already half erect.

He worked the neck and top of the shoulders then slowly worked his way down my bare skin to the small of my back where my strapless bra impeded further progress.

"Mind if I?" he asked.

But before I could answer, he undid the hooks and the bra fell free onto the counter in front of me. My breasts were free and exposed.

He continued as if nothing happened. My mind went onto a flurry. Should I do something? Do I want to? He couldn't see anything- I think. Just a little side boob. Besides, no one was home and no one would know. I decided to let him continue. As punishment, I decided to grind my ass into his erection with more force. Enjoy the frustration, Kevin. To my surprise, he had a full-on erection. I could feel the arousal in my panties. I'm sure women don't notice, but my pussy was beginning to become wet with arousal.

With nowhere to go (or so I thought) he went up the side of my back, up my ribs. Not much muscle there, but I still loved the feel of his warm hands.

And then he took his shot.

He reached around and gently stroked my exposed breasts. From underneath to slowly circle my areolas. I took in a deep breath. The feeling was magical. I loved having my nipples played with. A wave of feminine arousal washed through my body. I couldn't speak, even if I wanted.

My nipples became hard. Then gently pinched them. Then he gently flicked them.

I noticed my breathing had become ragged- so had his. My heart was thumping.

He withdrew his ministrations of my breasts and he unzipped the back of my dress- the only thing holding it on my hips. With one smooth quick motion, he hooked in his thumbs and pulled down my dress and panties to my ankles.

I looked down. I heard him pulling off his shirt, unbuckle and unzip his pants, and kick off his shoes. I could stop it if I wanted. But I didn't. I wanted him. I wanted his meaty cock in me. I wanted to have him blow his load in me. I wanted him to make me cum.

I looked down and stepped out of my dress and panties. I was naked except for my four-inch heels. I leaned forward and bushed my ass back for him.

I felt his powerful hands on my waist. I began to undulate my hips up and down feeling the length of his erection along my crack. It was glorious.

He took command and slowly slid his member into my wet pussy. I had no idea how wet I was until he sild in and slowly started pumping with lubricated ease. Each thrust hit my g-spot sending those waves of sensual pleasure through me.

Soon I felt my legs shaking- his too. Our breathing was hard and body heat radiating. It was the most erotic, womanly this I had ever felt.

Suddenly Kevin stopped thrusting and I felt his dick twitch inside me, releasing all his seed. It sent me over the edge. I whimpered with pleasure repeatedly as spasms of orgasm rocked my body as well.

Kevin stayed inside me a few moments as we both came off our high. But his erection eventually faded and he pulled out with a pop. The remnants of his seed leaked down my thighs. I couldn't help myself; I wanted to taste us. I scooped up his semen and licked it off my hands. He was delicious. I turned and saw his smiling, manly form. I dropped to my knees and licked his balls and cock clean.

I wanted him to know we were definitely fucking again.

I woke up sitting in the metal chair back in the lab.

"Twenty minutes!" Washington called "A new record!"

Epilogue: While the tests showed no alteration to me in any way, it had changed me forever. I began looking at gay and transexual pornography and eventually transitioned to a woman, Michelle. I am still a respected scientist and the work Washington, Miller, and I did eventually won us the Nobel Prize.