Possessed By Bored Geeks Ch 10

POSSESSED BY BORED GEEKS FROM ANOTHER WORLD

The chapter heading should give folks a warning there is some trans stuff going on. Not sure if finding your soul in the body of a woman is transgender or the ultimate cross-dressing. Definite gender-bending happening though. If you did not like the scene in Goodbye Charley where he tells his best friend he should 'check it out' this might not be for you.

Chapter 10 Hans inserted into Desdemona

The initial experience was very weird. His eyes were closed and he felt a fullness as if she was entering him. He was upside-down with his feet firmly planted on the ground above him. Then everything changed, like turning a pair of pants right side out. HE was the one inserted into HER. She was the one feeling the fullness which in turn was relayed back to him. She became an avatar he experienced the world through. Most of the senses were the same as those he had in his own body, but they seemed strange and different and somehow new too. He had a sense of a greeting from her then she faded away. Not really gone. Just beyond perception.

"Are you feeling dizzy?" A black woman who looked like a cat with a crazy right eye wanted to know. Why would he be dizzy? He realized his eyes were closed but he was seeing the woman clearly, despite his eyes being forcefully closed.

[My eyes are closed on the body I left behind. They are wide open here.] With that realization he slipped fully in place in this body. Everything became upright and in focus. He was seated in an armchair at a table. His body was thin and light and pale white but appropriate for right now.

"I am not dizzy at all." He responded. He was not speaking anything resembling English, but he felt he was being understood. Magic? Then it occurred to him, [I'm talking to a giant cat!]

A plate of food was placed in front of him. Breakfast. The aroma was very nice and he realized this body was hungry.

The biscuits and gravy were good. The seasoning was a bit different, but not so much that he would have thought of it as something from another world. The eggs were another story, the whites were still white and the consistency was correct, but they had a different flavor that did not come from seasoning. The yolk was a rich orange color and the savory taste was not from a chicken. His mind was picking at things that were wrong, her mind was reassuring him everything was normal. Normal for her.

There was a big slab of ham on his plate. The little girl next to him started slicing it up into bite sized bits. She had dusty brown hair and a sprinkling of freckles on her face and inappropriately large breasts. Was she a dwarf? She did not look like any dwarf he pictured.

[Hobbit or half-ling. Half-ling used to be an insult, now it's just a word. Like calling a member of the city guard a cop on your Earth.] the thought popped into his head.

"I'm Sara." The little woman spoke to him in a surprising alto, but her eyes were focused just past him. "This is Faux Pas." She introduced the cat woman with the odd patch of white fur that seemed to pull her right eye to the side. "We will be your honor guard." The cat woman's ears radared in on them when they spoke. Her tail was high up in the air, quivering. She seemed very excited.

Somehow Hans had made the food disappear. His belly was happy and full.

"Kitten we should use the litter box before we leave." Faux said to him with the purring voice she used to make fun of things. The rich red mage robe was hung up out of the way in the restroom and the two women were coaching him on how to hover while making sure that everything stayed dry. In mid-stream it hit him that he was a woman on this world. He sort of understood it at the start, but this drove it home. He must have had a look of panic because his honor guard started making reassuring noises. There was a calming voice in his head too.

When he finished there was a warm damp washcloth with a pleasant lemony scent. "Front to back!" Sara coached him. Then patted dry with a warm hand towel.

Since they were there, the other ladies used the facility too. They coached him how to help them as well.

"Men have it so easy, all they have to do is unbutton that big flap in front and point in the direction they want to spray. Then they are back complaining about how long we take." Faux lamented. With that thick fur Hans was surprised she could keep from getting wet.

Sara looked like a normal woman down there, but miniaturized. He's been here barely an hour and already Seen two pussies close up. He was sure he signed a paper saying sex was off the table, he sure hoped this was alright. He was a little turned on, but he was a guy he could not help it.

No, that's not right, here he was a woman. His arousal would be less obvious. He wondered if interacting with his shiny new (to him) vulva counted as a third pussy. He told himself that all this was perfectly innocent while thinking he might not pass the husband test. He wished Twilight was here. [Can you cheat on your wife with yourself? Would masturbating as a woman betray the love of his life? He had heard some women regarded any masturbation from their husbands as stealing from them. 'You belong to me.' is the rational. Your erotic attention, sexual energy, semen and kisses should all be given to your spouse.]

They told him the steed he was riding was Desdemona. Since it was a long name the bosses thought she should be "Flash" in the dungeon. Nobody liked the nickname though.

"If it's alright just call me Des. Or Hans. It does not matter to me." He started to worry about fighting monsters.

"You have it easy today." Faux pointed out, "You are a fire mage. You will be away from the front, kitten."

They returned to the dining area. Captain Ilsa, the tall scarred barbarian woman was standing next to the armored warrior waiting for them. She was dressed in a loincloth and two-handed sword and nothing else. The armored warrior with the golden curls seemed to be wearing an unneeded number of clothing layers. Even topping it all off with a hooded cape. At least the hood was folded down his back and the gloves were tucked in his belt.

"Its time to help out the villagers and suppress some goblins!" The warrior declaimed. After spending close to an hour across the table from him, Hans realized that the guy with the green eyes and waves of golden hair was his billionaire friend Rich Goldman.

"Exchanging bodies must be the ultimate disguise." He declared to Rich.

"Naked is the best disguise." Rich corrected him. He did not really know what it meant. Could not be identified by your clothing? People won't look directly at a nudie? But he had heard the saying more than once.

The stroll to the dungeon proved beyond a doubt that they were not in Kansas or even on Earth. They were strolling with dwarves and dog people along the way. Two maidens rode past on unicorns. Hans thought they should wear longer skirts riding sidesaddle. Of course, they might have thought he did not matter since he looked like a she. Apparently, grass green is a hair color here or they were wearing merkins and wigs.

There was an awful lot to look at in this country. He had a feeling if he were a better husband he would not be cashing in all these lucky moments

An awful lot of breasts were enjoying the sunlight and morning air as well. There seemed to be a bit of a baby boom and a number of boobs were serving breakfast on the porches.

It was actually mid-afternoon in this world but Desdemona did not correct him. He was starting his day here, if he wanted to call it 'morning' that was fine. For now.

"95% of the formula in this world is breast milk. If a woman can not nurse, a wet nurse is easy to find. If nobody can be located, babies will nurse directly from goats or pigs. 1% of unfortunate parents will try dipping a cloth in soup as a last-ditch effort hoping to keep the kid alive long enough to start solid food. Otherwise, moms will nurse them much longer than they do on Earth. Seven-year-olds will haul their mom's boob out at a gathering and demand milk, something you would never see back at home." Un was speaking through Ilsa. She was a shitty ride, but she would usually let him talk. The few times he used her for anything were stiff unyielding rides that left him tired and frustrated. The only mounts less responsive were the agents, Sara and Faux. Un thought they were a waste of space. In a realistic world Faux would have been sacrificed as a failed experiment.

Un had to keep his opinions to himself. He was well aware that he was the only one who openly believed that. He would make nice with everyone, at least until he made back his retirement. He wanted to make sure his x-wife was restored before he gave up. She did not deserve to suffer from his failures.

There was some variety in clothes for nursing moms. Some just went for bare boobs. Cropped blouses and jackets that showed a lot of under boob were also popular, allowing baby free access from underneath. Modified tops that allowed the release of one breast at a time "western" style were out there as well. The breasts belonged to a wide variety of beast kin, man kin and demon kin.

"There are stories of mortal enemies breast feeding the other's baby." Sara pointed out.

"Some are probably even true!" agreed Faux.

"Children are the future." Rich commented.

They got to the dungeon quickly and descended to the third floor. Hans figured out nobody was pushing themselves too much. Sara and Faux made sure no monsters reached him. Ilsa was protecting Rich while allowing him to fight one on one. Eran the quick showed up at the last minute to act as healer. She was not even pretending to fight. The monsters on this floor were falling easily.

Unless somebody really screwed up, nobody would get hurt.

The monster Rich lashed with his sword exploded with a flash of light turning into magical dust that quickly dissipated. They left behind a magic crystal and a drop of some sort. The crystals sold for a good amount. The drops on this floor were not considered very good but were still worth picking up.

Riders became convinced this was a sophisticated virtual reality game when they fought in the dungeon. Promoters did not waste time arguing with them about it, they could believe what they wanted.

This is a magic world, the bodies the riders possessed were held together with mana too. If the body died it would disappear in a shower of magic dust. They did not want to find out if the spirit of the rider would return to their original body on Earth. They hoped things never came to that. They were content to let the sightseers believe only monsters disintegrated.

Hans was fighting from the back of their formation. He was using fireballs. His first efforts were pretty balls of flame, slow moving as he shot them from his hands. They were large red balls of fire that the enemy dodged easily. It was fun making them appear in thin air. Desdemona taught him to adjust the magic to make them a bit faster then focus it to make his rounds smaller and hotter.

His attacks were still too slow, giving his enemies too much time to duck. Beautiful arching attacks. Fireballs with comet tails that burst on impact. Pretty fireworks. Maybe the enemy would be lulled to sleep by their beauty.

Hans concentrated one ball down to the size of a baseball. It was much hotter than the previous efforts. He tried throwing it. The fireball seemed to stick to his hand, at the last minute he remembered to magically cast it. It was a late release that went skittering along the ground. Fortunately no one was hurt.

Before anyone could stop him he fired off a second one at such speed it traveled with almost no arch. He got the timing much better this time. His ability to throw a ball and Desdemona's body strengthening worked together, he felt his pitch broke 100 mph. The fireballs he launched this way looked completely different. To him they resembled tracer rounds. The experienced adventurers called them fire lances. The monsters were having a hard time evading them without being wounded.

This was the sort of thing that caused Earthlings to be summoned to this world. Hans had just given her the skill 'throw' and there was a good chance the new way of generating fire balls would be an additional skill. Un had made his fireballs hard to elude by firing off bursts of three. Desdemona decided to see how much Hans could improve his new style attack before suggesting it.

The riders were having fun defeating goblins, a type of dog with horns and an occasional slime. Rich was actually pretty athletic on Earth, and sword skills Clay spent years honing were uploaded instantaneously. He was doing really well at swashbuckling. He was definitely jealous of the magic Hans was wielding.

His friend, his hero, did not seem put off at all by being a tall, thin pale white female with silver hair. Rich had just wimped out. Hans actually looked like he was getting into the strange situation. The way he cast magic was actually kind of sexy. [If he were not a guy inside a woman I would do him!] the thought was fleeting and quickly choked off. One other thing did occur to Rich though, [She is not Hans' type at all.] His friend liked a lot more meat on the bone!

Then Rich got a message from his staff that he was needed on the surface of the Earth and eloped.

The rest of them returned to town after that.

Hans was pleasantly surprised when Twilight showed up riding Clay to take Rich's place.