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HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION 
or Vamp.txt (as in Vampire) 
by Waldo 
  
Chapter 1 - Finals	  
Chapter 2 - The Journey  
Chapter 3 - Romaniarc  
Chapter 4 - Castle Atle  
Chapter 5 - A Vampire is.....???  
Chapter 6 - The end of the first week	  
Chapter 7 - My adventure  
Chapter 8 - The first vampire  
Chapter 9 - Who did what?  
Chapter 10 - Facing the team  
Chapter 11 - The second vampire  
Chapter 12 - Aunt Bea?  
Chapter 13 - Return to campus life  
  
This intro's intent is to provide a short summary of the  
story called VAMP.TXT, so that you can decide if you  
want to download it.  If you are under age, don't like  
stories about vampires, don't like transgender stories,  
or just don't like anything, then don't read the story. 
 
A middle-aged college professor is challenged in his  
classroom by a beautiful young woman about a book  
that the professor wrote about vampires.  Seems the  
woman knows a lot about vampires and thought his  
book was pure bs.  So she issued him a challenge to  
visit her castle during the summer break and learn  
what its like to be a vampire.  And the professor could  
bring four research students to help as long as there  
were two guys and two girls. 
 
So the foolhardy group of five set off to the european  
country of Romaniarc to seek their destiny.  As they  
learned more about their hostess, it became easier to  
believe that maybe she was right in her claim to be a  
vampire.  Then one night one of the students became a  
lower level vampire.  As the rest of the team studied  
their former team member, some of their doubts  
disappeared. 
 
Then another member was transformed.  Then  
another.  Then another until only the Professor was  
left.  Or was he?  Somewhere during the  
demonstration of vampire supernatural powers, there  
had been a body switch.  As the professor adapted to  
his new role on the team.....well, you just need to read  
it to see what occurred and how it ended. 
 
As noted above, don't read it unless you like long  
winded stories with plots, with some sex added to  
improve the plot. There's not any sex until you get half  
way through the story.  
 
For those that are not familar with my previous  
stories or would like to let me know what you think about
this story, drop me a line.

For those who are wondering what I have been up to, I
finished another story called Client.Txt, which is a story
about a hypnotist that is hired to help a woman fulfill a 
contractual obligation.  The woman will allow herself to be
turned into a sex slave to a multi-millionaire for two years,
then she wants to be restored to her more normal personality.
Our hero falls in love with her, but has to live up to his part
of the deal.  Then the rich bastard decides that he wants to
keep her.  What happens?

Client will be released on alt.sex.stories in the next two weeks.
It does not have any transgender concepts and is stictly about
male/female relationships (with some minor male/male) where
the woman is hypnotized into becoming the personality that
her master wants.

I am very close to finishing another story called Lab.txt, which
is about a man that is transformed into an almost identical
clone of one of his three daughters.  Except that the clone
is a shemale.  Its the story of how he has to adapt to being
an almost woman and everyone thinks that he is the daughter
(who is away in college).  Not knowing how to break the news
to his still-at-home youngest daughter, he is forced into 
temporary assuming his daughter's identity, until he determines
that he has to assume his own new feminine identity; whoever
that may be now.  Then the two older daughters come home
for a confrontation.

I am also very close to finishing another story called Alien.txt, 
which is a story about three people that find a spaceship in
a field and investigate.  During the investigation, our hero's
best friend (female) is killed and he escapes only by allowing
himself to be transformed into her over-weight frumpy looking
body.  Our hero-ine can never go back to his former life
but must join forces with the aliens to find the third person
who caused this mess.
 
 
Waldo 
  

 
How I spent my summer vacation
or Vamp.Txt (as in Vampire)
by Waldo

If you are underaged, don't like stories with any hint of 
transgender themes or don't like stories about 
vampires, then don't read this.  For a discussion about 
this story, see the introduction. 
 
Chapter 1 - Finals 
 
"And in closing this portion of today's lecture, I'd like  
to summarize my remarks on this topic by saying that  
Vampires don't exist; have never existed; and can  
never exist. Are there any questions?" I requested from  
the crowded classroom. 
 
A man in the front row, whom I recognized to be a  
constant "not a damn thing to say but listen to my  
voice" asshole, instantly responded. "Professor  
Johnson, there has to be something true about all of  
the Vampires legends if they make so many movies  
about them." 
 
Although I knew his name from constantly looking at  
the seating chart, I made an exertion to respond  
without acknowledging his existence. "Legends are  
sometimes based upon actuality but most legends  
don't exist or couldn't exist although they are based on  
some very limited facts. Look at Paul Bunyon. At one  
time, there could've existed a very large lumberjack,  
but there's no way that he could have been at large as  
the legends portray. A similar situation exists with  
Vampires. In some little municipality, someone might  
have fought with someone and accidentally bitten their  
neck. In a confrontation, anything goes. If I'm fighting  
in a life or death struggle and losing, I might discover  
how easy it is to bite their neck or anything else that's  
vulnerable. And if it scares them, then I'll bite twice as  
hard. Look how canines fight and how they always go  
for the neck. You can see why it would be easy for  
someone to accept such a scenario and embellish the  
yarn. The person telling the original story probably told  
the truth and the second person added a little bit to it  
until we arrived at the current version." 
 
The asshole continued to hold his place on the floor  
and in my low regard by stating "If they don't exist,  
why do all of the legends have the same basic facts?" 
 
I tried to use an allegory that he would understand. I  
cautiously noted that "In folklore, a vampire is a  
malign spirit that refuses to join the ranks of the dead  
but instead takes possession of a body in order to  
continue enjoying the pleasures of the living. Western  
notions of the vampire come primarily from Slavic  
folklore, especially as it was interpreted by the author  
Bram Stoker in his 1897 novel Dracula. Everyone is  
familiar with the Santa Claus legend and knows that  
Santa doesn't exist. Yet when its Christmas time, they  
continue to tell the younger children stories about  
Santa Claus. As the children grow older, they tell their  
children their version of the Santa story. Its the same  
with Vampires. Think about how many times you've  
sat around a campfire and tried to tell a scary story.  
You usually tell one that you're familiar with and  
embellish it a little to suit your purpose. Any more  
questions?" 
 
I was trying to end this lecture and to get this asshole  
to shut up. I saw an arm come up casually and peered  
into the classroom trying to recognize the woman at  
the other end of the arm. I had never seen her before  
and most certainly would remember her. She had long  
black hair, white smooth skin, a beautiful face and an  
excellent body under her skin-tight dress that would  
make a lot of money in a topless bar. Breasts were the  
major focus of my libido and I couldn't pass up the  
opportunity to examine this woman's apparently  
fantastic body. I glanced down at my student seating  
chart and saw that her chair was marked empty. She  
wasn't one of my registered students. 
 
I walked across the platform so that I was a little closer  
to her and directed "Yes, in the back row. Your  
question? And please stand so everyone else can hear  
you" 
 
I didn't care if anyone heard her or not, because I was  
really interested in having her stand so that I could see  
a little more of her body. She ignored my command  
and exclaimed "Your arguments are very similar to  
those arguments that most atheist's use when they  
discuss religion. They've never experienced any aspect  
of god, yet they are experts in describing the fallacies  
of a religion that they've only looked at with a closed  
mind, Professor Ben Johnson." 
 
Being a professional instructor, I know when to ignore  
student comments and when to be a little theatrical  
about responding to the comments. Most times, I  
would have ignored this type of comment, but I was  
intrigued by her slight foreign accent. As well as  
interested in her attractive body. 
 
I stepped off of the stage and walked to the lower row  
of the steps going into the inclined bleachers. I took  
my time because I wanted to give this attractive  
challenger the limited attention that she deserved and  
to make sure that I emerged as a hero. I decided that  
the best plan was to let her talk and then everyone  
could see that she was full of shit. 
 
"I take it that you're very familiar with Vampires.  
Enough so that you might even know where I could  
find some?" I asked, with as much of a bland face as I  
could muster. 
 
She ignored my challenge and continued "My dear  
Professor Ben, I read your last book several times,  
hoping to find something salvageable. Although your  
peers seem impressed with your project, their over- 
stated opinion has to be limited to your writing skills  
and to your methods of discussing re-hashed theory.  
Nowhere in the book, did I find any real research or  
any hint that you thoroughly understood the topic that  
you were discussing." 
 
I felt my face get a little warm. I walked up two more  
steps so that I was level with her face and gave her a  
simple hand sign to continue. Might as well give her  
enough ammunition to bury herself. 
 
She smiled back at me. A beautiful smile that could  
really get me thinking about other things that involved  
my private sex desires. I had to concentrate to focus  
myself back from her body to what she was saying  
"Vampires do exist today. Because you don't have any  
first hand experience with them, you shouldn't have a  
closed mind and treat them as only a legend." 
 
I put my hand on my little beard and stroked it as I  
tried to keep from being sarcastic and shrugged "And  
you've got personal first hand experience with  
Vampires? Could you please tell me and our fellow  
students why you think that they exist?" 
 
She shifted position in her chair so that she was facing  
me a little more squarely. As she shifted, her legs  
uncrossed and then crossed with the other one on top.  
My eyes were diverted momentary as I watched her  
legs spread and for a half of a second I could see all  
the way up to where her legs joined her body. My mind  
registered `no panties' and then her smooth, long legs  
crossed again, hiding away the feminine treasure. I bit  
my lip to bring me back to re-focusing myself on her  
words. 
 
"I've got first hand knowledge of Vampires. My whole  
life has been concerned with Vampires and  
understanding the truth behind the legend. When I  
read your new book, I was very disappointed. Your  
credentials in other subjects are very good, yet your  
book on Vampires didn't have any substantial facts in  
it. As you know from looking at your seating chart, I'm  
not one of your students. I came here explicitly to hear  
your lecture and to make you an offer, my dear  
Professor Ben." she proclaimed. 
 
I didn't say anything. I took Real Estate 101 and knew  
that the first person that speaks in this type of  
challenge, loses. I just stared at her. She stared back,  
with a smile on her face. I continued to stare. She  
continued to smile. After about thirty seconds of  
silence, I knew that I had to take control of the  
situation even it broke Real Estate 101 Rule Number  
One. 
 
I turned around, deliberately walked back to the stage  
and to the podium. I leaned very carefully on the  
podium and in my best professor voice queried "Please  
call me either Professor or Professor Johnson. Why do  
you conceive that you're an expert?" 
 
She took her time answering, as she slightly changed  
positions again, but this time, I wasn't rewarded with a  
flash of her thighs. She affirmed in a very confident  
voice with just a slight trace of an accent. "Dracula  
really did exist. He was a real person that I used to  
know quite well. Although his name is synonymous  
with Vampires, he wasn't the first, nor the last  
Vampire. He is simply known better today, because he  
was very careless. Today there are over three thousand  
Vampires in the world. They do exist." 
 
"Are you one?" I asked. 
 
Her face remained stoic as she replied "I'll answer with  
an allegory that I found in your books. You don't  
believe in Vampires. Therefore, I can't exist. If you see  
me, then I can't be an Vampire because I exist.  
Therefore, I'm not a Vampire, according to the logic  
used to write your book, Professor Ben." 
 
She had insulted me and my book enough. I was  
getting pissed at her and doing my best to stay cool. I  
supported my chin on my hand as I quietly responded  
"I constantly have students harass me because they  
don't understand or appreciate the logic that I'm trying  
to teach them. I'm going to ask you one more simple  
question. If you respond with anything other than Yes  
or No, then I'll assume that you're simply an ignorant  
student harassing me. Are you a Vampire?" 
 
She smiled as she announced "Yes. And that's why I  
know that your book is so completely wrong. I'm at the  
top level of being a Vampire, which is the seventh level.  
Among my peers, I'm considered a princess and the  
heir to Dracula's worldly remains." 
 
There was a loud mummer in the classroom as the  
other students verbally reacted to her declaration. I  
held my hands up, requesting silence. 
 
I had her. She had fallen into my trap. I tried to hide  
my smile behind my beard and hand as I continued  
"Welcome to my humble classroom. I've been in the  
presence of royalty before, but never thought that I'd  
be this close to the Queen of Vampires. How did your  
father die?" 
 
She stood up and held a large envelope for a moment  
as she stared at me. Then she threw the envelope onto  
the stage as she replied "I'm not the Queen. You would  
be dead already if I was her, because she has quite a  
temper. I came here with an offer and almost backed  
out of it because I felt sorry for you but your stupidity  
gives me no choice. In that envelope is ten thousand  
dollars in cash. The money is yours regardless of  
whether you accept my proposal or not. Also in that  
envelope are contracts drawn up by my attorney. I  
suggest that you ask your attorney to explain them to  
you before you sign it. The terms in my contract  
specify that you'll bring four of your research students  
to my castle and spend the summer to study me and  
Vampires. I'll offer each of the five of you an  
opportunity to become a Vampire. At the end of the  
summer, I promise you that you'll be convinced that  
Vampires really exist and you'll have enough facts to  
take this piece of bull shit off the market and to write a  
real book.  I'll see you in Romaniarc, my dear Professor  
Ben." 
 
She turned and walked up the ramp to the Exit door. I  
just watched her walk out, looking at her perfect ass  
as I stroked my beard. I waited until the door shut  
behind her before I stated anything. I remember my  
comeback quite well "Now what was I saying before I  
was so rudely interrupted?" 
 
I started talking about the next session's topics that  
were itemized on my syllabus. After my first couple of  
remarks, the pain in the ass guy in the front row  
asked "Aren't you going to look in the envelope?" 
 
I eased my glasses down on my nose and tilted my  
head to give him a proper glare as I calmly announced  
"Vampires don't exist and people don't put ten  
thousand dollars in envelopes and throw them on  
stages as they walk out of the room." 
 
He looked at the envelope and hesitated before he  
suggested "But it could be true. You never know and  
as a scientist, aren't you supposed to investigate every  
possibility?" 
 
I pulled my glasses off my face and looked at him.  
Then I put them back on and make a show of looking  
at my seating chart, even though I already knew his  
name. I wanted to make him think that I was looking it  
up and would remember it, because of him being such  
an asshole. Then I pulled my glasses back off, walked  
forward on the stage, so that I was the closest that I  
could get to him, without getting off the stage and  
muttered "Mr. Robertson, I applaud your inquiring  
mind. However at your age, I'd have assumed that you  
would have learned how to tell when someone is  
pulling your leg. She isn't a Vampire. They don't exist.  
She was here to upset my class and to discredit me.  
And I've got proof. I wasn't intending to add credibility  
to her statements by looking into the envelope before I  
threw it away. I was getting ready to ask her to leave  
and would have ejected her because of her profanity. I  
don't tolerate curse words in my classroom." 
 
I walked over to the envelope and returned to the stage  
in front of my male heckler. I declared quietly "I feel  
that I must demonstrate to you that what she was  
saying, was nothing more than a lie." 
 
I kept staring at Robertson as I opened the envelope  
and turned it upside down, dumping it on the stage.  
As I dumped it, I knew that something was wrong by  
the expression on his face. I looked down at the pile of  
paper on the stage and saw money. I bent over and  
picked up one of the loose bills seeing instantly that it  
was a hundred dollar bill. A real hundred dollar bill.  
As I looked at the pile of money and other papers, I  
knew that there was at least ten thousand dollars in  
that pile. 
 
******** 
 
"No, I don't know who she was and neither did anyone  
in my class." I recited for the hundredth time. 
 
I was in the dean's office, with the head of security. It  
only took two hours for the rumors to circulate all  
through the campus and for me to be called to the  
Dean's office. 
 
Garvich was examining the money while the Dean had  
me explain again how I obtained the money. When I  
was finished, Garvich proclaimed "I used to work for  
the Treasury Department. These bills are real and  
there's exactly ten thousand dollars here. This  
unsigned contract lists her name simply as Margot  
and explicitly states that the ten thousand belongs to  
you, free and clear, with no strings attached. The rest  
of the contract is your typical legalese but what I can  
decipher, she is inviting you and four research  
assistants to come spend the summer at her castle in  
Europe. Your research assistants have to be two males  
and two females; and all have to be unmarried with no  
children. She'll pick up the transportation costs and  
you can spend one week at her castle, with no strings  
attached. During that week, she'll demonstrate to you  
that Vampires exist, and she explicitly guarantees the  
safety of everyone during the week. At the end of the  
week, she'll offer one of the research assistants the  
opportunity to become a Level One Vampire, whatever  
that means, with all of the appropriate legal contracts  
stating that she didn't coerce the assistant into it.  
She'll make the same offer to each of the other  
assistants, selecting one each week for three more  
weeks, video taping the offers. Then she'll offer you,  
Professor Johnson, the opportunity to become a Level  
Three Vampire. Her descriptions are quite explicit as to  
what she'll do and that each of you'll always have a  
choice up until the time that you agree to initially  
become a Vampire. After you become a Vampire, her  
descriptions state that the research assistants will be  
used as she sees fit, but that you must reconsider  
writing your book. She explicitly states that you won't  
be forced into writing it, but that you'll be requested to  
write a new book based upon what you've learned  
while you're her guest." 
 
The Dean looked at me and shrugged "Then the money  
is yours, regardless of your decisions. We'll make sure  
that you get to the bank safely. What do you intend to  
do about the contract?" 
 
"What do you expect me to do?" I wanted to scream  
but kept my voice at a constant pitch. I was getting  
pissed off. I've had jokes and hoaxes pulled on me  
before, but never one that cost someone ten thousand  
dollars. Who would go this far and do this to me? 
 
The Dean looked at me as he shook the ashes out of  
his pipe and declared "Someone has issued a definite  
challenge to you, concerning your subject knowledge.  
Doing nothing could be as dangerous as going there. 
 
"I agree. It seems that I've got to accept her offer, no  
matter what. Too many people are aware of it's  
challenge. I'll show the contracts to my lawyer and see  
what he has to say about it." I sighed, looking quietly  
at the pile of one hundred dollar bills that now  
belonged to me. 
 
Chapter 2 - The Journey 
 
My lawyer was quite impressed with the contract and  
with my story. He was even more impressed when he  
discovered the clause that gave instructions on how to  
apply for payment of my lawyer fees, from my contract  
reviews. He kept the contract for three days to review it  
and asked me to come to his office. 
 
"I sent a telegram asking for payment per the  
instructions and the money has already been  
deposited to my account. I billed them for four  
hundred dollars and they sent three thousand dollars.  
Whoever is behind this, certainly has money." he  
exclaimed. 
 
I nodded and he continued "The contract is quite  
explicit in it's promises and about what you've got to  
do. You can do nothing for at least five weeks as you  
observe her castle. You can also back out anytime  
until you sign the papers, allowing her to turn you into  
a Vampire. She included the paper and its a simple  
paper saying that she has afforded you every  
opportunity to decline, but you accepted the  
transformation offer." 
 
"But why is she doing this? Is she some Hollywood  
actress trying to use me in a publicity stunt?" 
 
"The law firm that she uses, is one of the oldest  
European lawfirms and has a very solid reputation. I  
asked for more details but received nothing. In the  
contract, she is referred to only as `The Mistress' or as  
`Margot'. There's no last name or any clue as to her  
identity. I don't know what her goals are. What are you  
going to do?" 
 
"Her visit to my classroom made the front page of the  
student paper. Everyone on campus is talking about  
my mysterious visitor and I'm being flooded with  
volunteers to accompany me. I really screwed up by  
opening the envelope and dumping the money on the  
lecture floor. The Dean told me that I had to resolve  
the problem quickly before it escalated any more. I  
don't know what I'm going to do." 
 
"What do you want me to do?" 
 
"Hire a detective to find out who she really is and what  
she is trying to do to me. Use the money that she  
threw at me." 
 
"I don't believe in ripping people off. Although I  
requested a small fee for reviewing the contracts, she  
sent ten times the amount, with instructions to use  
the money as needed to resolve legal issues. I'll double  
my fee and use the rest to hire a detective." 
 
****** 
 
I was a celebrity on campus. Although I was used to  
getting one or two monthly invitations to campus  
social events, I was now getting flooded with  
invitations. Even the College President's wife called to  
invite me to a meeting with her tea group. I was  
constantly being stopped as students would volunteer  
to accompany me. It was so bad that for the first time  
in my life, I dreaded going to work. 
 
It was two weeks of this type of harassment before my  
lawyer called to request a meeting. 
 
"So what has your detective learned?" I asked as I  
leaned back in his easy chair. 
 
"The woman is a genuine mystery. There has been  
someone using that name for almost two centuries, in  
a little town in Romaniarc. Apparently she never ages  
and is the patron saint of the townspeople because  
they refuse to talk about her. She and a small retinue  
lives in a castle over looking the small town. Although  
there are all sorts of old rumors about her and the  
castle, no one is willing to discuss her. My man was  
able to take a picture of a portrait that was hanging in  
someone's house. The portrait was painted sometime  
around the 1883." 
 
He handed me a blown up eight by ten picture of a  
portrait hanging over the mantle. My hand started  
shaking when I saw that it was her portrait. 
 
She had a different hairstyle and clothes, but it was  
clearly her face and body. There was no mistaking the  
sculptured classic face, the hauntingly beautiful eyes  
and the voluptuous lips. If this portrait was genuine,  
then she was at least one hundred and thirty years  
old; and had never aged. 
 
For several seconds, my brain refused to work.  
Through a distant fog, I could hear my lawyer's voice,  
but couldn't understand a word that he was saying.  
The only thing that I could do, was to stare at the eyes  
of the portrait. The artist had captured her dark  
mesmerizing eyes exactly. 
 
Finally I was able to pull my head up and to stare at  
the lawyer who was staring at me. I heard my now  
hoarse voice ask "Are you sure about when the portrait  
was painted?" 
 
The lawyer responded "Yes and no. My detective noted  
in his report that the portrait seemed genuine. I asked  
for another follow-up visit and the detective declined.  
He terminated our agreement, refusing to return to  
that town for some unknown reason. I can hire  
another detective but he was one of the best in  
Europe." 
 
For over thirty seconds, I just stared at the black and  
white picture clutched in my sweating hands. Then I  
directed "School is out in seven weeks. I'll use that  
time to select my research assistants. When I send  
them here to sign the contracts, don't hide any facts  
from them." 
 
****** 
 
The Dean wasn't happy with my decision, but finally  
acknowledged that it was our duty as educators to  
research and investigate. He made it clear that it  
wasn't the school's research project but one of my own  
choosing. 
 
When I announced to my class at the end of my daily  
lecture that I was accepting the invitation, I got the  
expected results. For about a minute, there was  
pandemonium in the classroom as everyone talked at  
once. When I finally got order restored to the class, I  
simply stated "I plan to participate, in order to lay to  
rest, the potential that vampires exist. The detective  
that I hired to investigate the young lady, wasn't able  
to confirm or deny any of her claims. He did reveal  
several issues that are interesting research material  
and that need to be investigated. The school refuses to  
participate, but is allowing me to announce my  
intentions. Anyone that desires to accompany me, will  
be required to bring their lawyer to meet with my  
lawyer and the school's lawyer." 
 
There was a hush in the classroom as I looked around  
the assembled students. Then a very familiar voice  
piped up "What if she is really what she says that she  
is?" 
 
I didn't have to look at the seating chart because I  
recognized the voice from it's daily bleating. "Mr.  
Robinson, I don't believe in Vampires and will waste  
my summer, proving it for the record. Do YOU have a  
lawyer?" 
 
"Why, no." 
 
"Too bad. I was hoping that you would be one of my  
volunteers. You're so opinionated about so many  
topics that I thought that you would be a good  
assistant." 
 
****** 
 
I made the front of the student paper again. And the  
local newspaper. And a page seven on the biggest  
newspaper in the state. 
 
I was flooded with applicants. And with all sorts of  
advice and suggestions. I assigned two of my research  
students to record, itemized them and document the  
results. I'd use that as documentation in my next  
book, which would be a follow-up to my last book. If I  
was going to waste a summer, then I'd write a book  
about this unique experience. 
 
I rejected most applications quickly. Then I invited  
sixty of the best applicants to a classroom meeting,  
where I discussed everything that I knew. At the end of  
that meeting, there were still about forty applicants. I  
set up meetings to meet with those people one at a  
time. 
 
I was able to weed out most of the publicity seeking  
applicants quickly. I had selected the two men and one  
of the women, when I received an unscheduled  
surprise. 
 
"Come in, Mr. Robertson. Are you here to harass me  
about the results of your last test?" 
 
"No sir. I'm here to volunteer. I've been doing a lot of  
thinking about it and would like to accompany you." 
 
"I've already decided on the two male students. Why  
should I replace one of them with you?" 
 
"Because you don't like me. I know that you don't. It  
comes across in the way that you try to belittle me in  
the class. I can't help it if my questions upset you. I'm  
here to learn and use the only method that I know, to  
inquire into topics that I don't understand. I'd have  
volunteered the first day, but thought that you would  
reject me just because you don't like me." 
 
I leaned back in my chair, and stroked my beard as I  
thought about his comments before replying "Touch,. I  
thought that I kept my personal opinions better hid.  
Well, all other things being equal, you're one of my  
better students in that class. Do you have a lawyer?" 
 
His face lit up in a big grin "Yes, sir." 
 
****** 
 
In addition to Jack Robertson, only one other selectee  
was a current or former student of mine. Her name  
was Diane Walker, and she was a young woman that I  
wanted on my team, just for her brains. She  
constantly wore matronly business suits or sweatsuits,  
trying to hide her large breasts behind her suit jacket.  
I could tell that she had to strap them in each morning  
in a tight underwire bra for support or they would  
have hung down like two large udders. She was eighty  
pounds overweight, her appearance was unkempt, she  
had a business-only personality and she was a  
bookworm. She spent every waking moment in the  
library, studying. I felt pity for her because it was very  
obvious that she had no life outside of the large pile of  
books that she constantly carried with her. Her  
academic credentials were fantastic, considering her  
age. 
 
The other woman was selected for one reason only. Not  
that I'd admit it to anyone, but I wanted the  
opportunity to try to get into her pants. I may be a  
middle-aged, slightly portly, balding college professor,  
but that doesn't mean that I'm dead under my  
trousers. Janet Markson was one of the most beautiful  
women on campus; with the type of body that men  
drool over and other women hint about surgical  
augmentation in very catty tones. She had it all - large  
firm breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, long, shapely  
legs, long flowing blonde hair, beautiful eyes, classical  
face and voluptuous lips. She was a very beautiful  
woman and knew how to use it to her advantage. She  
was a journalist student and I used that as the listed  
criteria for selecting her; knowing that people would  
think that I had used other criteria for selecting her.  
Just looking into her pale blue eyes, was enough to  
start a daydream about oral sex with her. I had to  
select her when she looked up at me with those soft  
blue orbs as her mouth made a slightly oval shape  
before she answered one of my questions. After our  
interview, I discovered that I had become so horny that  
I was almost beside myself. I wanted to cum just to  
relieve the incredible tension that I built up fantasizing  
about the beautiful woman that had just left my office. 
 
The other man was Brian Edwards, who was a  
theological student. I selected him because I wanted  
someone to think about the mysterious Margot from a  
religious viewpoint. 
 
Looking at my selected team, I was very happy with  
the way things worked out. I had one person well  
versed in religion, one scholar, one muscle man and  
one bimbo. 
 
I called a meeting with my chosen group, re-discussed  
all known facts and risks, and gave each of them an  
opportunity to back out. I gave each of them a small  
portable hand-held tape recorder and a couple of  
boxes of batteries so that they could tape their daily  
journals. I extracted a promise from everyone that we  
would keep daily verbal diaries which would be shared  
when we returned. When no one declined the trip, I  
sent them to see my lawyer, to sign the necessary  
contracts with Margot. 
 
Chapter 3 - Romaniarc 
 
I was involved in a lot of projects. Before I realized it,  
school was out and it was time to leave the states. My  
lawyer had arranged transportation for everyone. 
 
I also discovered that I might have a problem with one  
of my choices. After locking us all in a room to discuss  
the trip, I discovered that Diane had a very dominate  
personality when it was time to get down to business.  
That didn't affect my selection of her, but made me  
wonder how I missed so badly in evaluating her  
personality. 
 
We took a flight to Poland and a train to Romaniarc. In  
Romaniarc, a bus carried us to Daniskorf, which is a  
little town about sixty miles from our destination.  
From that point on, there were no modern facilities.  
Our transportation was a horse drawn cart, which was  
laden with our luggage and Diane's books. She  
brought three boxes of books that she planned to read  
during the summer. 
 
Our horse-pulled wagon trip took all day to climb the  
narrow mountain roads. While at first, it seemed  
romantic to arrive this way, by lunchtime I was so  
frustrated from smelling fresh horse shit, that I wanted  
to turn around to go back home. 
 
Our driver wouldn't talk much and kept rushing us.  
He wanted to be home before dark and we wanted to  
get off of this damn smelly, cramped wagon. 
 
Finally we topped a ridgeline and the driver grunted  
"Paglia." pointing to a town down in the valley. I looked  
at the surrounding mountains, searching for the castle  
that supposedly overlooks the town, not seeing  
anything. 
 
"Where is the castle?" I asked. 
 
The driver mumbled "You won't see it until we get into  
town." 
 
As we continued down the winding dirt road, I used  
my binoculars to search the mountain sides, trying to  
find any signs of a castle. There was none, so I  
resigned myself to having to wait. 
 
As we entered the little village, it appeared as if we had  
gone back in time. This was a seventeen century  
village, not only in the architecture, but in the way  
people dressed. Men wore heavy, old fashioned wool  
suits and coarse shirts. The women wore long, wide  
skirts and tied their hair up in buns. As we entered  
the village, people would stop and stare at us almost  
as much as we were staring at them, keeping their  
faces as emotionless as possible. 
 
Then Diane cried "Look up there." 
 
I turned to look where she was pointing and saw  
Castle Atle for the first time. It was a large castle and it  
was right in the center of the area where I had been  
examining with the binoculars. It was so big and so  
prominently placed on the bluff that I should have  
been able to see it without the binoculars. So why  
wasn't I able to see it? 
 
The driver stopped in front of a tavern and shrugged as  
he dismounted from the cart "This is as far as I go  
tonight. You stay here tonight and then I take you up  
in the morning. If you're smart, you'll be ready to go  
home tomorrow." 
 
"Look, my good man. We paid good money to travel to  
Castle Atle and would like to get there tonight. Take us  
on up the mountain. We still have enough daylight to  
get up there." 
 
He looked up at the Castle and softly replied "But I  
don't have enough daylight to get off of that mountain.  
My life is worth more to me than anything that you  
could pay me." 
 
He refused to budge from his decision. Finally, we  
climbed down from the cart and entered the Inn. The  
bottom level was a tavern and several of the  
townspeople were sitting at the tables, with large mugs  
of the local beer in front of them. The Innkeeper  
introduced himself to us and declared that he had  
reserved five rooms for our party. 
 
After checking in, we went upstairs to our individual  
rooms to freshen up before dinner. I came downstairs  
and saw Robertson sitting with Janet at one of the  
long picnic type tables. As I sat down, he poured me a  
beer from the big pitcher sitting on the table. Then he  
muttered "They really know how to put on a show.  
About ten minutes ago, someone went outside and  
closed all of the shutters. Then they came in here and  
barred the windows." 
 
Janet grinned as she jumped in "My windows are all  
permanently barred from the inside. OHSA would have  
a field day here, discussing fire safety regulations." 
 
"It appears that the whole town is participating in  
Margot's scheme. They've got to be doing it because of  
their poverty level. She clearly has money and can  
afford to buy their involvement." I responded, taking a  
sip of the heavy brew. 
 
Brian sat down, putting a pack of cigarettes on the  
table. Janet helped herself to one of his cigarettes as  
he proclaimed "I don't know what's going on here, but  
clearly everyone is scared of the castle and it's  
occupants. I could write my doctorate thesis just on  
the controlled mass hysteria that I've observed so far." 
 
She exhaled a cloud of smoke in the air as she noted "I  
agree. The townspeople are scared of something but  
they accept the terror as a every-day fact of life. They  
know that they've nothing to fear from us, but they are  
watching us because they know that we are going up  
there tomorrow. I love it. This is what I was hoping  
that we would find." 
 
I stared at her, quickly observing how her full breasts  
strained her blouse as she breathed. Before I could  
add any more comments, Diane joined us, requiring  
almost two places at the table, because of her width. "I  
spent a couple of minutes researching the words  
carved into the bottom of the tavern's outside sign. It  
loosely translates to `the godless sanctuary of god's  
punished people'. Did anyone examine that portrait in  
the next room?" 
 
I looked at Diane as she pointed toward the open  
doorway. I carried my beer mug as I walked toward the  
room. Inside the room, my attention was immediately  
pulled to the large portrait hanging over the mantle. It  
was a picture of the woman that issued the challenge,  
but she was dressed in antique clothes similar to the  
rest of the natives. 
 
As I stared at the picture, the Innkeeper groaned softly  
"I've been alive for fifty-seven years. Every year of my  
life, I've seen her at least once. She hasn't changed or  
aged in my lifetime. My father and my grandfather told  
me the same thing; as did their parents tell them. She  
doesn't harm us or anyone in the village, although  
some of our neighboring villages have reported some  
very strange happenings. We are afraid of her and her  
friends but tolerate them, because we have no other  
place to live. I go to her castle only when I'm  
commanded." 
 
"So you're familiar with the castle. Good, I was trying  
to research it's name. I can't find any references to  
Castle Atle anywhere. Do you know where it got it's  
name?" 
 
"Many years ago, there was a sign outside the castle,  
with carved letters hanging from the sign. After one  
bad storm, only four letters remained on the lower part  
of the sign. Those four letters were Atle and our  
ancestors started calling the castle by that name." 
 
"Interesting. Do you know what the sign originally  
said?" 
 
"Yes. The faded letters can still be seen. It used to read  
Castle Afterlife." 
 
Then he stepped in front of me so that he was only  
inches from my face. I could smell his strong garlic  
breath from his yellow teeth as he quietly but firmly  
stated "I don't care why you're here. But it can't be  
worth your lives. For your soul's protection, turn  
around tomorrow morning and go back where you  
came from. You've been warned." 
 
He turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the  
room with her picture. I turned around to see my  
assistants standing in the doorway, clearly observing  
my discussion with the Innkeeper. 
 
Chapter 4 - Castle Atle 
 
It was a non-eventful night. I half expected someone to  
tap on my window as they flew outside my balcony.  
But I really wanted a naked Janet to slam open my  
door and proclaim "Take me. Fuck my brains out. Fill  
me with your cum." Just the thought of her doing that,  
was enough to invoke a large erection, which had to be  
resolved by my lubricated hand. Using my over-active  
imagination, I developed a state of hypersexual arousal  
that no amount of masturbation could relieve. Just  
because I'm an extremely well educated professor,  
doesn't mean that I'm not subject to the demands of  
my body and my sexual imagination. 
 
We had the tavern to ourselves the next morning as we  
ate a breakfast of warm, sticky gruel prepared by the  
Innkeeper's very large and smelly wife. I watched her  
as she reached into the coal bucket, selected a couple  
of lumps of coal with her bare hands and threw the  
coals into the roaring fire. Then without washing her  
hands, she started needling the dough that she would  
bake into the day's bread. Clearly sanitation was  
another skill that these natives needed to be  
instructed in. 
 
The wagon driver stuck his head in the door, making  
sure that we were ready to leave. After we finished  
breakfast and paid our bill, we put our luggage back  
into the wagon and climbed back on. The gaiety that  
we had experienced at breakfast, was gone as we  
stared at our destination. 
 
For the next hour, the horse gradually pulled the  
wagon up a winding, narrow road, that frequently was  
almost too narrow for the wagon. I discovered that I  
was more comfortable in getting off and walking  
behind the wagon, especially when I saw how close the  
wagon wheels were coming to the cliff's edge. 
 
When we reached the top of the mountain, the road led  
down through a little wooded flat area that almost  
blocked sight of the castle. As we approached the  
castle, I saw the sign. The remaining letters only  
spelled "Castle Atle" but adding in the missing faded  
letters, the sign read "Castle Afterlife". A shiver ran  
down my spine. 
 
Just before he entered the courtyard, the driver made  
the sign of the cross. He drove the horse through an  
archway into a large stone paved courtyard. He quickly  
unloaded our luggage and started turning the wagon  
around. 
 
I looked around the courtyard at the ivory and moss  
covered stone walls, feeling a tremendous sense of  
dread that I had never experienced before. Looking at  
my companions, I could sense that they were also  
feeling something, but I credited their fear to the mass  
hysteria that the natives had been exposing us to. 
 
Diane looked at me and muttered "I don't see any  
welcome mat. Where is our hostess?" 
 
Brian pointed at a doorway and suggested "That  
appears to be the only entry into the castle." 
 
I opened my suitcase and removed the five flashlights  
that I had brought with me, passing them out as I  
instructed "We don't know what is going to happen  
inside. Based upon the townspeople's reactions last  
night, we should be prepared to expect a very good  
demonstration of terror. Everyone stay together while  
we walk into this potential trap." 
 
They followed me as I marched to the doorway. The  
doorway was recessed, with a ten foot high ancient  
wooden door. I pushed the door open, half expecting a  
loud squeak, but there was no sound as it easily  
opened, revealing a large room. There was a fire in the  
fireplace and somewhere in the castle, someone was  
playing the piano. 
 
Brian whispered "Beethoven." 
 
Janet responded "No, I think that I recognize it. Its one  
of Mozart's sonatas." 
 
Behind us a voice proclaimed "You're both wrong. Its  
an original composition that I wrote almost three  
hundred years ago. Both of those composers were  
students of mine, which we can talk about later.  
Welcome to my humble home, Professor Ben." 
 
We turned quickly, surprised that someone had been  
able to sneak up on us. Margot was standing behind  
us. She was wearing a white low-cut slipdress that  
flowed down to the ground, hiding her legs and lower  
body, while exposing just a glimpse of her pale  
cleavage. She smiled as she welcomed us. "Please call  
me Margot and forget about my title. Did you have a  
good trip?" 
 
I nodded and announced "Let me introduce everyone." 
 
Margot held up her slender wrist as she apologized  
"Introductions aren't needed. For the last month,  
they've been studying me. I've been just as aware of  
them and why they really wanted to come here. The  
tall football player is Jack Robertson, who was in your  
classroom at our last meeting. Jack is here because  
you publicly challenged him, just as I challenged you.  
He had to come or face ridicule from his peers who  
started harassing him as soon as you issued the  
invitation. You asked Jack to be part of your team  
because he is the strong, muscular type; not because  
of his brains. You expect to use Jack's rugged good  
looks and jock body to seduce me, to find out more  
about me. Thank you, Professor. I'll take your gift to  
bed. Sometime between now and the next full moon,  
I'll let Jack join me in bed." 
 
She slightly turned so that she was facing Brian.  
"Standing beside Jack is someone that considers  
himself to be the future replacement for the American  
evangelist, Billy Graham. Mr. Brian Edwards came  
here to meet his version of the anti-Christ and to save  
your souls. Too bad that you'll lose that battle. During  
your time here, I hope to educate you so that you  
become one of my most devout associates. It may  
interest you to know that the Pietism Reform failed  
because of my direct opposition. I turned some of the  
key leaders into Vampires that eventually reduced the  
impact of the Reform." 
 
Brian looked at me as he explained "The Pietism  
Reform was a reform movement in the German  
Lutheran Church during the 17th and 18th centuries,  
which strove to renew the devotional ideal in the  
Protestant religion." 
 
Margot smiled "Correct. Its so delightful to be able to  
open myself up and not have to hide my true  
disposition. So glad to meet you gentlemen. You'll  
more than suffice for my purposes and I welcome you  
to my home." 
 
She turned to face Diane as she continued "You were a  
surprise. I didn't expect you to participate. To dedicate  
a whole summer to something isn't normal for you.  
You like to have multiple research projects going on at  
the same time. You're recognized as a budding genius,  
have a reputation as a promising scholar, and could  
have wound up doing summer research at any think  
tank in the world. In more ways than one, you're a  
very complex person. You ignore your birth sex and do  
everything to camouflage your feminine gender by  
deliberately being overweight and your choice of  
appearance; yet you seek sexual relief with attractive  
females. You like to have the best of all possible  
worlds. You enjoy sitting naked with your girlfriend,  
sipping cocktails following a long drawn out session of  
mutual deep tongue kissing, nipple sucking and  
frenching each others cunts to a number of orgasms.  
You didn't volunteer until you found that the very  
attractive Janet had been selected. Is that why you  
really volunteered?" 
 
An obviously angry Diane returned Margot's smile as  
she replied "I volunteered because you're so full of shit.  
I wanted the opportunity to be on the team that shut  
you down, once and for all time." 
 
Margot nodded her head, replying "Thank you for your  
honesty. I promise to indoctrinate you in an  
appropriate manner, so that you're no longer a bull  
dyke. When you leave here, you'll truly be a different  
person. That's, if I let you leave here." 
 
Margot turned to face me "And Professor Ben, its so  
good of you to take time out of your busy schedule to  
visit with me. I approve of your research assistants  
choices and I promise to make this summer as  
interesting as possible. At the end of our summer  
together, I've got ten copies of your book that we'll  
burn simultaneously, as you prepare to return to your  
campus to write your new book. I know that you'll look  
forward to correcting the facts in this new book that  
were so wrong in your current book." 
 
She stepped forward until she was standing in front of  
Janet. They stared into each other's eyes, sizing each  
other up as Margot continued "Janet came here  
because she wants to become a TV anchorwoman on  
her own networked news program. She is looking at  
this as the story of a lifetime. The type of story that  
opens doors for her. Janet isn't what she appears to  
be. Thanks to a rich and indulgent parent, Janet has  
had almost every part of her body modified or  
enhanced since junior high school. The skilled  
surgeons built her a body that can make most men  
dream about her as they masturbate themselves to  
sleep. She would prefer to use her brain to accomplish  
her goals, but isn't above using her body. Are you  
aware, that every one in your party has set personal  
goals of obtaining you as a sexual partner this  
summer?" 
 
"That bull shit doesn't bother me. I do what I want and  
with whom I want. Your scare tactics don't frighten  
me." 
 
"Now, ladies. I think that we are getting off on the  
wrong foot. After all, we have to live with each other all  
summer. Margot, I request that you use a little more  
civility. I don't see any reason to provoke arguments at  
this time." I declared, trying to restore a little order,  
and feeling embarrassed about my masturbation  
fantasy involving Janet the night before. 
 
Margot looked at me, with a smirk on her face as she  
whispered "You're quite right about how you've got to  
attempt to live. But I'm forgetting my manners. Come  
into my home and let me show you my ancestral  
palace. I'm quite proud of it." 
 
She walked into the doorway, leaving us to stare at her  
back as we looked at each other. Before I could a step,  
Diane followed her. 
 
We walked into the large reception hall, hearing our  
footsteps echo from the cathedral ceiling. The hall was  
at least one hundred and fifty feet long and seventy  
feet wide. The ceiling was almost ninety feet above the  
floor and there was a balcony around the edge of the  
room. Margot walked straight to the fireplace before  
turning to face us again. 
 
She sighed, revealing just a trace of sadness on her  
face for the first time. "My home is seven hundred  
years old. It was built by my father for his son and  
daughter; and their grand-children. When it was half  
completed, my father hanged a gypsy for stealing a pig.  
The rest of the gypsies put a curse on my father. As he  
laid dying in his bed, he passed his curse to me, his  
only relative." 
 
Brian exclaimed "Whoa. You claim that you're over  
seven hundred years old?" 
 
"Correct, and I've got documentation to prove my age,  
some of it confirmed by various religious and  
government heads over the years. I'll show you the  
documentation tomorrow. This is the main reception  
hall. My castle has seventy nine rooms, with the  
smallest room being forty by forty feet. It has five  
different levels, with two basements and three above  
ground floors. I've got adjoining rooms on the second  
floor that'll be your bedrooms. My room is just down  
the hall." 
 
Diane interjected "You don't sleep in the basement in a  
coffin?" 
 
"Only when we have a movie being filmed here. I  
sometimes rent the castle to film crews. I'm truly  
surprised that you haven't asked me how I manage to  
roam during the daytime yet." 
 
Before Diana could respond, I suggested "Could we see  
the rest of the Castle and save the insults for later?" 
 
We followed her through the upper Castle as she  
pointed out the kitchen, the dining room, the carriage  
house, the restrooms, the gym, the chapel, the  
nursery, the Conservatory Studio, and the Library.  
When Margot opened the door to the library, both  
Brian and Diane rushed in, almost getting in each  
other's way as they looked at the book titles. 
 
Brian didn't want to leave the library and left only after  
Margot promised that he could return after she  
showed everyone where the bedrooms were. We went  
up to the second level to find a long corridor wide  
enough to set up six bowling alleys. Margot opened five  
doors, allowing us to select the room that we preferred. 
 
When we were finished with the quick tour, she  
suggested "Why don't you bring up your luggage and  
relax until dinner. If you get hungry before then,  
please fix something in the kitchen. You can explore  
the Castle and grounds, but I recommend that you're  
within the Castle walls before the sun goes down. Its  
very easy to get lost and fall off the cliff in the dark." 
 
After I unpacked, I wandered down to the kitchen to fix  
myself a sandwich. I found Brian, Janet and Jack  
whispering about something. As I sat down at the  
table, Janet whispered "I went looking for the piano  
and to meet whomever was playing it. I found neither." 
 
"I searched for the entrance to the lower levels. I found  
what I think is the doorway, but its locked from the  
other size." declared Jack, as he handed me a fresh  
loaf of bread. 
 
"I didn't bother to unpack. I can do that later. I went  
back to that library. There are books in there that have  
only been rumored about in scholarly circles. If those  
books are real, this is the world's best collection of  
antique books outside of the Vatican's library. There  
are ancient books about Satan, devil worship and  
almost every other facet of evil. I experienced two  
emotions while looking at the books. I wanted to burn  
them so that the evil would be destroyed forever, yet at  
the same time, I was drawn to read them; to seek the  
knowledge that has been hidden all these years."  
exclaimed Brian as I joined them at the table. 
 
"Anyone known where Diane is?" I asked, looking  
around to see each of them shake their head. 
 
"Vampires can't exist." I continued "But its easy to  
create illusions. Whoever this woman really is, she has  
assembled the right props and the right conditions to  
create mass delirium among us. Remember that we  
are here on a scientific expedition to prove that this is  
a hoax. I expect each of us to take a deep breath, step  
back, look at the facts, and then document the facts.  
We'll make no assumptions while we are in an  
environment where our thought process can be  
manipulated by the environment. According to her  
contracts, I'm the last person that will have anything  
occur to me. Therefore, the four of you're more at risk  
than I'm. No one goes anywhere, unless they've got  
someone else with them. Understand? Now, let's go  
find Diane." 
 
Chapter 5 - A Vampire is.....??? 
 
Diane wasn't in her room. For the next twenty  
minutes, we wandered through the Castle, not seeing  
any sign of Diane or our hostess. It appeared that we  
were the only ones in the Castle. 
 
Jack showed us the entrance to the basements, but he  
was right. The door was bolted on the other side and  
we couldn't force it. After we searched all of the upper  
rooms, we went outside, where we found a path  
leading to a small cemetery back in the woods. Diane  
was in the cemetery writing notes in her little  
notebook. 
 
"Diane, we can't separate. What are you doing out  
here?" I yelled, feeling anger at myself for thinking that  
something could have happened to her already. 
 
"Sorry, Professor. I wanted to explore the outside of the  
Castle while it was still daylight and found this old  
graveyard. I've been documenting the names and lives  
of the Castle's occupants. Look at this tombstone that  
I just found." 
 
I looked at the weathered, crumbling tombstone. I  
could barely make out a couple of letters and some  
dates. It was so weathered that I couldn't read it. I  
shrugged "What does it say?" 
 
She smiled as she eagerly responded "The letters are  
difficult to decipher and its in an old almost forgotten  
Romaniarc dialect. I had to look it up to translate the  
carving, but it claims that Vlad Dracul, the King of  
Walachia, is buried here. He was the father of Vlad the  
Impaler, who was born in 1431 and died in 1476.  
Junior was the Prince of Walachia from 1456 until his  
death in 1476. Junior also was the person that the  
Dracula legends are based on. He was a real Prince  
that fought bitterly against the Turks, and used his  
sadistic cruelty on his subjects and Turkish prisoners  
alike, before he was beheaded by the Turks. The old  
man was known as Vlad the Devil, which resulted in  
the son's name Dracula, or son of the Devil." 
 
As I stared at the tombstone, I heard Jack mummer  
"SHIT!!" 
 
I traced my fingers over the tombstone, as if it would  
reveal anything, then asked "Any way to verify the age  
of this tombstone, without carrying it to a lab?" 
 
Behind us, Margot answered my question "Yes, you  
can ask me. I was here and participated in my father's  
funeral. She translated the ancient, almost forgotten  
dialect correctly. You're standing beside the grave of  
Vlad Dracul." 
 
I turned immediately, wondering why we hadn't heard  
her approaching over the dried leaves that crackled as  
we tromped on them. "Tombstones have been faked for  
centuries. And if it does turn out to be the authentic  
tombstone, it doesn't prove that Vampires exist." 
 
She smiled a half smile as she languidly walked  
around our little group, being careful to not step on  
any marked grave until she was standing beside the  
tombstone in question. Then she proclaimed "Theories  
are based upon a collection of facts. If all the facts are  
correct, then its possible to form a theory, which can  
then be proved or disproved. Its easy to prove that this  
is an authentic grave of a royal male that died in the  
middle fourteenth century. In my library are ancient  
books that document that this person was Vlad  
Dracul. Because you and your friends have such a  
narrow understanding of life, you can't comprehend  
that its possible for his child to be still alive. Before I  
convince you that vampires exist by turning you into a  
vampire, I want to convince you through logic, that  
vampires exist." 
 
Janet blurted "What is your definition of a vampire?" 
 
Margot nodded as she responded "Good question. Let  
me start by explaining where the current legend  
began. Somewhere around 1840, a young man visited  
my castle. I felt sorry for him and allowed him to study  
in my library and then to depart unharmed. Years  
later around 1897, I received a book through the mail  
about Dracula, written by Bram Stoker. It chronicled  
the ascent and destruction of Count Dracula, a  
vampire who feeds on human blood. Stoker's story was  
set in London and Transylvania about a young  
Englishman who gradually unravels the secret of  
Dracula's attacks on young women, who are  
transformed into vampires. The hero is assisted by a  
Dutch scientist named Van Helsing who ultimately  
kills the vampire. I was so intrigued with the book that  
I visited the author to find out the source of his facts. I  
was very surprised to read a real diary from my young  
friend a half century before. I also discovered around  
that same time that a person known only as Jack the  
Ripper was a lower level vampire and was using the  
knife to hide his desire for blood. I tracked him down  
and killed him when he tried to fight me, instead of  
working with me." 
 
Janet laughed as she interjected "Did you convince  
Bram that you were the real McCoy?" 
 
"I made a mistake with him. And with several other  
authors that continued his tale. I let them continue  
with their mis-leading tales, allowing the legend to  
continue down it's incorrect path. That's why I finally  
decided to have one book written, that was correct and  
set the facts straight. Other authors will continue to  
confuse history, but I want one book with the correct  
facts." 
 
I crossed my arms, stroking my beard as I reiterated  
Janet's question "What is a vampire?" 
 
"There are seven levels of vampires. I'm the highest  
level. If your research assistants voluntary submit, I'll  
turn them into the lowest level vampire. At that level,  
they'll feel more alive and vibrant than ever before.  
They'll feel stronger and more aggressive. They'll be  
able to feel and enjoy the slightest touch that couldn't  
be felt before. They won't age externally as rapidly,  
although they'll only live a normal lifetime. They may  
be seventy years old when they die, but they'll look the  
same age as they do now, give or take ten years. They'll  
be able to sense some of each other's thoughts,  
especially when the near-by body is in an agitated  
state, such as during sex or a fight. Because of their  
ability to mentally communicate, they'll begin to shun  
normal people that don't have this ability and will  
become more clannish. Their eyes will become more  
sensitive to bright sunlight, so they'll prefer to stay out  
of the sun, seeing refuge in the nighttime. Cooked food  
won't taste good anymore, so they'll begin to eat their  
meat raw. Because their new body burns more energy,  
they'll eat a lot of fresh red meat. The taste of fresh  
blood will become their nectar, so they'll enjoy the  
glass of blood as they enjoy wine now. At first, their  
new more aggressive style and love of blood can get  
them into trouble, but as they learn to handle their  
unique body needs, they can blend into society. They'll  
return to their homes, looking and acting the same;  
only letting their passions loose in the privacy of their  
own home. They'll be able to contain their desire for  
fresh blood by partaking of animal blood from vampire  
owned slaughterhouses; only occasionally letting their  
passion drive them to feed on a still alive human.  
While they've got a strong desire for blood, they don't  
need it to live. Today there are almost twenty-eight  
hundred Level One vampires in the world." 
 
"What are the differences in the other levels?" Brian  
asked. 
 
"Immortality, strength, and the ability to ignore most  
rules of physics. I can be in two places at almost the  
same time. That was me playing the piano when you  
arrived earlier. I only had to wish myself to be in the  
courtyard and I was there. Did anyone hear me  
approach your group over those dried, noisy leaves?" 
 
I responded "No, but our attention was diverted. We  
weren't observing anything except the tombstone when  
you arrived. Is it proper to assume that you're claiming  
to be the daughter of Vlad Dracul, the sister of Vlad  
the Impaler?" 
 
"No, Unfortunately I wasn't born Margot Dracul, who  
was the younger daughter of King Dracul and the  
sister of Prince Vlad." she quietly replied as her fingers  
softly traced the edges of the crumbling tombstone. 
 
"So who you do you claim to be?" 
 
She raised her head, staring into my eyes as she softly  
stated "I was born Prince Vlad, heir apparent to the  
kingdom of Walachia, brother of Princess Margot.  
Remember that I told you that my father passed a  
curse to me on his deathbed? The gypsies had cursed  
my father and sister by turning them both into level  
three vampires. I was studying for the priesthood and  
was away from home. I discovered that something had  
occurred. I rushed home, to find my father and sister  
having sex together in a bedroom lined with drained  
corpses. In his bedroom, they used their much  
superior strength to also drain my body of blood as  
they hungrily feasted on me. As I lay dying, they  
realized what they had done to me. The only way that  
they could save me, was to convert me into a higher  
level four vampire using their new powers and black  
magic. My sister sacrificed her body so that I could  
live. She used her new powers to change bodies with  
me, becoming the Prince as I became her and also a  
vampire. Now the three of us could feast on each  
other, becoming stronger as each other's blood and  
stronger stamina flowed into us. While I could control  
my new thirst for blood, my father and new brother  
couldn't. Rather, they could control their desires, but  
didn't want to control themselves. They constantly  
gorged themselves, not caring if their host died or not.  
It was my brother that the Turks finally beheaded, but  
my father had already died from where my brother  
drained him one time too many times." 
 
It may have been my imagination, but I felt a cold wind  
blowing down my back as I listened to her. When she  
finished, the woods were quiet. For the first time, I  
noticed that there were no bird sounds or animal  
sounds in the woods. Just the sound of the wind  
whistling around the branches. 
 
Diane stood up, so that she was facing Margot, not  
caring that she was standing in the middle of the  
grave, as she declared "Nice fucking story. You might  
be able to sell it to some Hollywood movie maker. So  
you plan to turn us into vampires and use your  
powers to do some body swapping at the same time?  
Just don't try to turn me into an oversexed blonde  
bimbo. I'd have to kill you if you tried that. Now excuse  
me, while I go back to the Castle to get something to  
eat. I missed lunch." 
 
She turned and walked away, leaving the rest of us  
standing in a semi-circle around Margot. I asked "How  
were you able to avoid the destruction of your family?" 
 
"My father was a warrior but he wanted his son to  
have the knowledge that was denied him. He hired  
scholars to educate me. My sister was denied those  
benefits because her purpose in life was to bear  
children. Although I wanted to follow them in their  
mindless killing sprees, I knew that it was wrong and  
tried unsuccessfully to talk them out of it. Now that  
Margot was in my body, she refused to listen to me,  
enjoying her much superior physical strength and my  
former leadership position among the warriors. She  
started a regime of debauchery, leading my men into  
battle after battle, to satisfy her thirst for blood. I  
couldn't stop her in a physical fight and she would  
drain me of blood, leaving me weaken before turning  
me over to her warriors to satisfy their desire for rape  
and carnage. I guess, to answer your question, I  
wanted to participate in their killing sprees, but had  
enough of an education to know that it was wrong.  
When the Turks captured the person that they knew  
as the Prince, I was in a monastery trying to find a  
cure for my disease. After the slaughter of my warriors,  
there weren't many people alive in this area, much less  
anyone that wanted anything to do, with the daughter  
of the King. The monks taught me how to hide, how to  
control my desires, and eventually helped me build the  
library that you see now." 
 
"How many other level vampires are there?" asked  
Brian. 
 
"There are about fifty of us. It takes a Level three or  
higher to change levels. Two level ones can't change  
their level. Over the centuries, as I ran into the other  
senior vampires, I gradually rose to the highest level by  
sharing their blood and powers. Unlike them, I didn't  
seek fresh blood constantly and where they got caught  
by their local authorities, I remained free." 
 
Chapter 6 - The end of the first week 
 
It was the most unusual week of my life. Or so I  
thought, not realizing what really lay ahead of me. 
 
For the first three days, we would meet Margot in one  
of the rooms and try to find holes in her story. Brian  
and Diane participated most of the time, spending the  
rest of their time, doing research in the library. By the  
end of the first day, both of them were convinced that  
the books in the library were genuine, one-of-a-kind  
ancient books. I found Brian very depressed the first  
day, because one of the books disproved some of the  
theories that theologians based some of the cardinal  
religious concepts upon. He was upset because he  
knew that the book was authentic, yet it contradicted  
everything that he believed in. 
 
Diane, on the other hand, was very excited over her  
research discoveries. Some of the books were in their  
ancient dialect and couldn't be easily translated, but  
she proclaimed that several mysteries of the ancient  
worlds were discussed in details not known elsewhere.  
She theorized that this room contained the most  
complete documented history of the last three  
thousand years. 
 
Janet and Jack were busy trying to explain some of  
Margot's tricks. They would examine a room, make  
sure that there were no hidden passages, and shut the  
door, leaving Margot in the room. She would  
immediately open a door further down the hall, on the  
opposite side of the corridor. Janet theorized that  
Margot had a twin sister, so they tried different tricks,  
such as writing on her skin with a magic marker.  
While Margot wouldn't disappear while they were  
looking, she constantly surprised all of us, by popping  
up when we least suspected her. 
 
I also suspected that Jack was already fucking Janet.  
About the third day, I noticed a little change in their  
relationship, how they talked to each other, and looked  
at each other. A couple of times, I suspected them of  
rubbing each other leg's under the table. 
 
Margot gave us a tour of the basement levels, making  
us promise that we wouldn't visit those levels without  
her. Our one tour through those dark and musky  
hallways, only revealed a large level of storerooms on  
the basement level, and a bunch of empty, dusty cells  
in the sub-basement level.  We did not find any  
caskets filled with dirt. 
 
By the end of the week, we had all reached the same  
general conclusion. There had been no proof that she  
was a vampire but there was ample proof that she had  
very unique abilities, for lack of appropriate words;  
and that her surroundings supported her historical  
claims. 
 
It was late Thursday night. We were sitting in the  
chairs facing the fireplace in the great hall, drinking  
some of her fine wine. While on the other nights, we  
had imbibed quite heavily into her wine cellar, tonight  
was different. It was the night that she promised to  
offer proof of her vampire heritage. And also the night  
that each and every one of us, would make our  
decision as to whether we would proceed with her plan  
to turn us into vampires. 
 
We hadn't seen Margot since the sun went down and  
were waiting on her to make her appearance, knowing  
that it would be quite dramatic. Somewhere around  
ten o'clock, there was a slight noise behind us. I  
turned around, staring into the darkened room,  
hearing the soft pad of footsteps as someone walked  
toward us in the dark. I could faintly see a young  
woman, wearing only a nightgown, walking toward us.  
Her eyes were shut and she was holding her hand out  
as if she was being led by someone. She sluggishly  
walked into our small circle of light provided by the  
crackling fireplace; where she stood in the middle of  
the large rug in front of the fireplace. 
 
She appeared to be seventeen, long brown hair, had a  
nice nubile body under that heavy floor-length flannel  
nightgown, and weighed about one hundred and  
twenty pounds. She was a tall, statuesque woman  
whose most striking features were her long, wavy  
brown hair which cascaded down her back almost to  
her waist and her equally long full legs. I was  
especially turned on by her long legs, combined with  
her perky breasts. Even though she wasn't large  
breasted, her nightgown prominently stuck out  
indicating some nice firm boobs with poked out  
nipples. Her hairstyle and clothes suggested that she  
was one of the local townspeople. 
 
As we examined her, Margot walked into our midst.  
She was naked and her body was glowing with a faint  
reflection because her body appeared to coated with  
baby oil. It was the first time that any of us had seen  
her naked body. I just stared at her naked body,  
concentrating on looking at her beautiful breasts,  
which were shaped like classic champagne glasses  
with large, pronounced nipples. Her boobs were even  
more beautiful than I had been imagining them to be.  
They stuck straight out and I could see the deep dark  
brown areolae had a pebbled textured and the nipples  
themselves were long. Each breast had a dark pink  
circle in the center of a white triangle in the center of a  
tan circle. The rest of her was just as built. She had a  
long, lean, young and tight body, with a magnificent  
ass. Perfectly shaped and looking like she was ready  
for anything. Looking at her naked body like this, it  
was hard to remember her claim to have been born as  
a male. 
 
She looked around us and softly announced "After  
sundown, I visited a town about two hundred miles  
away and found this young woman, getting ready to go  
to bed. I prepared her and transported her back to my  
Castle to use in my demonstration. Per our many  
arguments over the last several days, I know that you  
won't acknowledge my vampire heritage simply by my  
drinking blood, or that I can convince someone else to  
drink blood. You would credit those demonstrations to  
simple hypnosis. I plan to use my vampire powers to  
cloud her mind so that she thinks that she is still in  
her bedroom, not here in the middle of my floor. That  
the person that she is making love to, is her boyfriend  
lover. Then I'll assume her body and become her,  
allowing you to see my transformation. After the  
transformation, I'll give each and everyone of you, the  
opportunity to decline further participation. Anyone  
that declines will be safe tonight and can leave  
tomorrow. Anyone that accepts, will wait their turn as  
I transform everyone into a vampire over the next  
several weeks. I'll transform someone into a vampire  
tonight." 
 
We looked around the room at each other, knowing  
that this was the moment that we had been waiting  
for. Margot would either have to put on the best magic  
show of her life or shut up. Diane leaned back in her  
chair and summed up everyone's answer "Let's see  
what you're going to do with the bitch!" 
 
Margot looked around the room as she informed us  
"No one can step on the rug. You can do or say  
anything but don't enter the area of the rug. No matter  
what you say, she won't hear you." 
 
Then she stepped forward onto the rug so that she was  
standing only inches from the woman. Margot softly  
whispered "What is your name?" 
 
"Josette." 
 
"Its a pretty name for a beautiful woman. Remove your  
nightgown, Josette." 
 
The woman unbuttoned two buttons and let the  
nightgown slide down her body, until it was lying on  
the floor. She had a deep natural tan skin and smooth  
dark nipples. She had large, full breasts, that didn't  
hang down yet, with hard magnificent nipples almost  
covering the ends. Her brown nipples rose and fell with  
her breathing. Her arms and shoulders and stomach  
were sleekly muscled, hard, and exciting to look at;  
clearly this was a woman that worked hard and took  
care of herself. Sparks of desire flashed across her face  
as her eyes stared into Margot's eyes. The woman's  
long dark hair gave her a very sensual appearance,  
with her long hair falling to the middle of her back. It  
matched the thick tangle between her lithe legs.  
Looking at the two women standing naked in front of  
me caused a very firm erection. 
 
"Do you have a boyfriend, Josette?" 
 
"Yes." 
 
"What is his name?" 
 
"Stevan." 
 
"Good. I want you to close your eyes and think about  
what Stevan looks like. I want you to remember him  
when he is naked. Think about nothing but his body." 
 
As we watched them, Margot began to change. It was a  
gradual change but she began to get bigger, wider, and  
heavier. I heard Diane gasp as she realized what was  
occurring. 
 
As we watched, Margot grew taller until she was  
almost six feet tall as her body filled out so that she  
had wide, masculine, muscular shoulders. Her boobs  
quickly flattened out until they disappeared into a  
mass of hard muscles barely hidden under a light  
covering of curly chest hair. Her long slender legs  
lengthened and thickened until they were as solid as  
piledrivers. Her long, shinny dark hair shrunk and  
turned into a close cropped dark brown curly man's  
haircut. Her face changed from a narrow shape to a  
square shape, with a chiseled jaw. There was no beard,  
but there was beard stubble on this new person's face.  
Hanging down between the new person's legs, was a  
long, thick cock. In less than two minutes, the Margot  
female shape disappeared as she transformed herself  
into the naked man standing in front of us. 
 
The man opened his mouth and announced "Josette,  
it's Stevan. Open your eyes." Even the voice had  
changed to a rich, deep baritone male voice. 
 
She opened her eyes, saw the image of the man  
standing in front of her and cried "Oh, Stevan, I've  
missed you so much. Take me to your bed and make  
love to me." 
 
If I hadn't seen the transformation, I would've assumed  
that the peasant girl was acting or hypnotized. But I  
couldn't explain the transformation. 
 
"That's just what I wanted to hear you say. I want to  
fuck you as you've never been fucked. But first, you've  
got something that I want. I want to kiss your neck. I  
want to feel your heartbeat in your neck with my  
tongue." proclaimed the male voice. 
 
She shook her head as she pushed her hair up and  
down her back, pulling it away from her face. Then she  
tilted her head and exposed her neck. In the silence of  
the room, I could almost hear her heartbeat. The man  
creature, which I couldn't call Margot or Stevan,  
stepped forward, bowed his head against her neck and  
softly nuzzled her for a moment. She put her arm  
around his neck, rubbing his hair as he nuzzled her  
hair. He ran his fingernails down her back and nibbled  
on her earlobe, before biting into her shoulder, and  
neck. His fingers dug into her bare buns, as he kept  
working her asscheeks. Then her fingers tensed and  
she jerked her head straight up in the air as she  
moaned. 
 
I looked around at my team and everyone was on the  
edge of their seats. I looked back to see Josette's hand  
gradually loosing it's grasp in the man's hair. Then her  
hand dropped to her side as if there was no life in her.  
The man creature was holding her apparently dead  
weight. Deliberately he stood up straight, revealing a  
trickle of blood flowing down her neck; and a trace of  
blood on his lips. Josette didn't fall and stood as if she  
was a positioned mannequin. 
 
"You need me," he grunted, stroking between her legs  
with one hand and squeezing a breast with the other,  
causing her to jerk as she came back to life. "You want  
to please me with your body. Don't you? You want to  
feel my big cock slide up your tight little pussy!" 
 
He slipped three fingers into her pussy, causing her to  
gasp with pleasure. He rolled his wrist around,  
rotating his fingers up inside her. Then he slipped his  
now wet fingers out, as he rubbed her juices on his  
lips. 
 
She didn't move as he lay down on his back, on the  
rug. His erection was sticking straight up. The man  
creature softly declared "You tasted good. You need a  
master, someone who understands what you need.  
Now let me satisfy you. Mount me and give me the best  
fucking of your life." 
 
Her face lit up as her lips curled into a smile. For just  
a moment, she stared at him, her eyes alive with  
desire for him and what was between his legs. Then  
she stepped forward, spreading her legs so that she  
was standing over him. She dropped down to her  
knees, with her body perfectly positioned over his  
erection. Her long dark hair was flowing down her  
back, with just a trace of rapidly drying blood still  
trickling down her chest. 
 
Her slow descent onto the erect cock was maddening  
for me. I watched as she jerked as she air humped  
him, rubbing his cock against her thick mound of dark  
pussy hair. She leaned forward placing her hands on  
his chest as he reached up with one hand, cupping her  
breast with his large hand. 
 
My mouth was getting dry from watching this display  
of his control of her and the teasing sex between them.  
My own erection was about to burst my trousers. I  
heard a gasp from one of my team, turning my head to  
look at them. 
 
Janet was breathing hard, her breasts straining as she  
rubbed one of her hands against the blouse covering  
her nipple. Jack's trousers were unzipped and his  
hand was down in his trousers. Diane was staring at  
the girl's body and I could see her licking her lips. Only  
Brian was staring at them, with no obvious personal  
interest in sex at this moment. As for myself, I wanted  
to start pounding my pud; but managed enough self  
control to ignore my personal desires. 
 
I looked back at Janet, staring at her long red  
enameled nails moving languidly across her blouse as  
she rubbed her palm against her breasts. I watched as  
she cupped her slender fingers under her breast, using  
her fingertips to caress her aureoles through the soft  
material. I watched her flinch as she found and  
squeezed a distended nipple through the blouse,  
closing her eyes in ecstasy for a moment. She moved  
her legs slightly as her entire body reacted to the  
visual and physical stimulation. While one hand  
continued to tickle her breasts, the other moved  
towards the hem of her short skirt. 
 
Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. Realizing that  
I had been watching her, she smiled a funny smile  
before ceasing her masturbation, as she placed her  
hands on the chair rests. 
 
I looked back quickly when I heard Josette moan as  
she guided his cock inside her lowering body. Just  
watching her slide down on his erection, was more  
than enough to drive me wild with desire. My cock was  
throbbing within my trousers, screaming for relief. 
 
Her arms shook and her body almost buckled with the  
intensity of her first downward thrust. As she eased  
back up slightly, the room smelled strongly of her  
moist aroused aroma. His fingers ran lightly over her  
tits, teasing her with his touch as she started to move  
her hips to seat herself. Then with a quick bend of her  
knees, she rammed the full length deep inside her. For  
just a moment, she paused to savor the full feeling 
inside her, then with a wicked smile at him, she rides  
him. 
 
Her hips rose and fell, driving his cock into her pussy  
with each slam, causing her pendulous breasts to  
bounce wickedly. She whimpered, releasing a tiny cry  
every time she came down on him with her hips  
moving faster and faster. The scent of the girl filled the  
air, making me feel sweaty and intoxicated just from  
her pungent odor. 
 
He tilted his head forward as she leaned down, offering  
her breast to his mouth. He deliberately opened his  
mouth taking only the nipple into his mouth, as he  
slid his other hand up and cupped her opposite boob.  
He squeezed the porcelain white boob as he ran his  
palm across her fleshy rigid nipple, causing Josette to  
moan softly. He sucked the nipple into his mouth as  
she slowly humped him before changing to the other  
nipple. That's when I noticed a new small trickle of  
blood dripping around her swollen areola and down  
the slope of her breast. I glanced up at her face and  
saw nothing but joy. Her eyes were closed and her  
beautiful, sensual lips smiled. There was no apparent  
pain or awareness of him feeding, as he sucked the  
blood from her body. 
 
Then she tensed. When she tensed, he released the  
nipple and lay back. She sat up straight and started  
humping up and down faster. Her eyes closed and her  
head falls back, her long hair cascading almost to his  
knees, as she grinds down onto the impaled cock,  
pressing down with her hips to bring on her orgasm.  
Her cries become more frantic as she feels her orgasm  
beginning to build within her. Then she uttered a  
hoarse cry as her arms buckled from her rising  
orgasm. She arched backwards to cum as her hips  
grind on the cock buried in her. She cums screaming,  
releasing her loud cries of passion.  
 
Again, she screamed as she tried to stifle her scream.  
Her body was jerking with uncontrollably violent  
shuddering movements as the sensitive clitoris nerve  
fibers electrified her entire body. She stayed atop him  
for a brief moment enjoying the orgasm, then a long  
sigh escapes her lips as he commands "Eat me." 
 
She flexed her knees, rising up off the wet cock,  
releasing a very strong pleasant musky odor, as she  
revealed her now drenched, steaming, hair-matted  
pussy. She knelt on trembling legs, beside him. Her leg  
muscles are still twitching as she tries to calm her  
breathing. Her long, thick, now rock-hard crimson  
nipples pulsated visibly on her flushed, perspiring  
breasts. 
 
She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling back on  
the hair and pulling it out of the way. His cock jutted  
rock-hard up from his groin, pulsing with each beat of  
his heart. 
 
She whispered "I want you to cum. I want you to cum  
real hard while you look at my tits and nipples." 
 
I was in a daze from watching them, listening to their  
primal lust sounds, smelling the overpowering aroma  
from that beautiful woman. My swollen balls ached  
and my stiff cock throbbed frantically requesting relief. 
 
"What a lovely cock you have. I like to suck your big,  
thick cock." she moaned, as she stared at his jism  
coated erection. "It looks as good as it felt inside me." 
 
Josette leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock  
that was covered with her thick cream. "Mmmmmm,"  
she groaned, "it tastes like me. I like to taste my pussy  
juice on your cock. Let me clean you with my tongue."  
She extended her tongue and began to lick the head,  
grasping him with one hand. 
 
When she had cleaned the head, Josette pushed her  
lips down over it, holding just the head inside her  
mouth and sucking on it. Then, maintaining a sucking  
vacuum, she pulled it deep into her mouth. She  
humped her head back and forth, her lips forming a  
grasping ring around the cock as she slid up and down  
its length. When he was deep inside her mouth, she  
moved her tongue back and forth along the underside  
of his cock as she hummed. 
 
Her hand was wrapped around the shaft, jacking up  
and down on his cock. She began to work on him  
energetically, shoving her head down onto his cock  
and pulling back quickly, only to shove it quickly back  
into her mouth again. The cock was plunging in and  
out of her sucking mouth and clinging fingers. 
 
"Here it comes," he grunted. 
 
Josette sucked the cock frantically, furiously, moving  
her head forward and back as she rotated her mouth  
around his cock. She was sucking so hard that she  
was making smacking sounds. Her hand continued to  
jack the cockshaft. He shoved his hips forward,  
fucking her mouth, as he exploded, spewing cum into  
her mouth. 
 
He grabbed her head and pulled her head back as he  
aimed his spewing cum at her open mouth. Her wide  
open mouth was covered with his white, creamy cum  
as he shot it onto her face. Moving her head, Josette  
opened her mouth to catch the shooting jism. The  
creamy fluid splattered against her groping, smiling  
mouth, dripping off her nose, closed eyes and cheeks.  
It trickled down her smooth body, and onto her tits.  
Her tongue was licking around her face, capturing the  
cum immediately around her mouth. I looked at her  
flushed face sensing the sexual urgency inside her  
began to ebb. I stared at her glistening thigh, up to the  
almost hidden lips under the wet cunt fur, up to her  
glazed eyes. Although her passion was spent, she still  
radiated a powerful animal strength and lust  
combined with a velvet innocence. 
 
The man creature rolled over and looked me straight in  
the eyes; as if he wanted to ensure that I was  
watching. I heard a muffled moaning from the side of  
the room. I turned to see Jack with his trousers  
unzipped, as he masturbated himself. 
 
The man creature rolls back over, looks at Josette and  
commanded "Its time for you to relax. Close your eyes  
and relax until I call you." 
 
Her eyes close and her ragged breathing becomes more  
regular. The man creature stood up, his huge thick  
cock hanging down, with a glob of semen still dripping  
from it. He announced "It's time for my next  
transformation." 
 
I watched as the man started getting smaller and  
narrower, his hair growing long, his chest hair  
disappearing, and breasts forming as he transformed  
himself back into a female. I watched as the man  
soften and transformed into a woman's shape, finally  
recognizing that he was becoming Josette's twin. I  
looked down at the real Josette still knelling with her  
eyes closed. The person standing in front of us, was  
her exact clone, complete with cum covered face and  
body. Her breasts had red marks as if fingers had been  
tightly squeezing her boobs. On her neck was a trace  
of blood, similar to the real Josette's neck. Her areolae  
were puffy as if someone's mouth had been sucking on  
them. Her pussy hair was matted and wet, with a trace  
of jism oozing down one leg; as if she had been  
fucking. 
 
The woman creature responded perfectly in Josette's  
voice and local dialect "A higher level vampire can  
assume any body shape. As you see, I'm the woman  
now. Time passes too quickly for you mortals and its  
time for you to make your choices. Brian, your  
choice?" 
 
We all turned to stare at Brian. He was the only team  
member that was visibly unaffected by the sex between  
the two. For about thirty seconds, he just stared before  
he affirmed "I accept." 
 
The real Josette raised her head, opened her eyes as  
the woman creature stared at me. The real Josette  
turned to Diane and stated to her "One of my powers  
is that I can share my thoughts with my subjects. As  
you see, I'm Josette, but I think as if I was Margot. So  
think twice before you answer, but I'm looking forward  
to making you into my sex slave, having you eat my  
pussy. What is your choice?" 
 
Diane smiled as she responded "I can't wait for two  
things. First is to get you in bed and second is to kick  
your ass. I'm in for the duration." 
 
The woman creature turned to Janet. Before she could  
say anything, Janet responded "I accept." 
 
The Josette clone turned to Jack, who had regained  
control and was still holding his semi-flaccid cock with  
cum dripping all over his hand. Jack replied "I  
wouldn't miss this for the world." 
 
She turned to face me as she noted "Everyone wants to  
go for it. What is your choice, my dear Professor?" 
 
"You're either really what you claim to be, or the  
world's best hypnotist. Count me in." 
 
"Good. Now its time for everyone to go to their  
bedroom and get ready for bed. In a little while, I shall  
send Josette to someone's room to provide that person  
with a long night of sexual pleasure before I return  
Josette to her home. I shall visit someone else's room  
in my Josette identity, and also make love to them all  
night long as if I was the real Josette. Just before  
dawn, that person will go through the first step to  
become a vampire. Whoever the two lucky people are,  
we'll make sure that you enjoy yourself. Sorry,  
professor, but neither of us will visit your room  
tonight. Get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow will be a  
long day." 
 
Chapter 7 - My adventure 
 
As soon as I locked my bedroom door, I undressed and  
jumped in bed. I gathered a mouthful of saliva and spit  
it onto my hand. I began to smear my spit over my still  
solid erection as I thought about what I had seen  
tonight. When my cock was completely lathered with  
my spit, I wrapped my hand around it and began to  
gradually pump my hand up and down it's lubricated  
length. I concentrated on thinking about the beautiful  
pair of boobs that Margot and Josette had, thinking  
about what it would be like to suck on either of those  
fabulous tits. 
 
I like female breasts and knew that I've got a breast  
fetish. I like to look at bare breasts, with nice big, sexy  
nipples. I used to fantasize about breasts with big  
nipples until I became worried about my sexuality. I'd  
masturbate as I pretended I was sucking on the  
biggest nipples in the world and as I sucked on them,  
my own imaginary chest would grow until the breasts  
were on my imaginary body. In my dream, I'd see  
myself with a nice set of 40DD breasts with two inch  
long nipples. 
 
I continued stroking myself as I thought about how  
Margot changed from her wonderful female body into a  
man's body and functioned as a man. Then she turned  
into the Josette clone with a fully functional body. As I  
thought about how she got the cum on her face, I felt  
my hand speed up it's jacking motion. My eyes were  
closed and my entire body was shaking from my hard  
masturbation. 
 
Then it occurred. The most powerful cum of my life as I  
daydreamed of making love to Josette, feeling myself  
change and transform into her sexy body. While my  
cum was spurting out on one hand, the other hand  
was playing with my daydream set of enormous female  
nipples. 
 
I drifted off to sleep, dreaming sweet dreams about  
seeing myself step onto the rug and my body gradually  
transformed into Josette's body. As I slept, I made love  
to the rest of the team, but I was Josette. I was the  
little peasant girl, with large breasts, long dark hair,  
and a hairy wet, smelly pussy. I licked Diane's pussy  
as Janet tongued my own pussy. Then I sucked Jack's  
large cock as Brian fucked me, while the girls sucked  
my titties. 
 
I felt myself waking up and didn't want to wake up. I  
had never experienced such wonderful sex. I didn't  
want to go back to being an over-weight, balding male.  
I wanted to remain in my dream world, feeling my  
female breasts jiggle as I walked, feeling a big cock  
sliding up in my warm and waiting pussy, and feeling  
a set of lips pulling, twisting and tugging at my turgid  
large nipples. 
 
I couldn't seem to move. I was mesmerized as I woke  
up, my hand holding my rock hard cock in a near  
death grip. I had a spontaneous orgasm right on the  
spot. My cock began to spew out jet after jet of thick  
white jism as I relieved myself, thinking of cum  
spattering on my thick female nipples. 
 
I laid in bed, my breathing ragged, and remembering  
my dream and how excited it made me. What was  
happening to me???? 
 
****** 
 
And then the memory of last night's erotic excitement  
charged me as I remembered the fantastic bodies of  
the two women. It was like a dream, but so intense  
that I didn't doubt for a second that it hadn't really  
happened. 
 
I enjoyed a long, warm shower, knowing that the other  
team members were waiting on me, to determine if  
anyone was transmogrified into a vampire while the  
rest of us slept. When I finished showering, I stood in  
front of the mirror and stared at my face,  
concentrating on my beard. It wasn't a full beard, just  
a neatly trimmed beard speckled with red and gray  
hair, just long enough to feel soft. I had worn a beard  
for over ten years now. So long that I almost forgot  
what I looked like without one. 
 
I didn't want a beard at first because it stereotyped me  
as the typical college yuppie professor, but my  
therapist insisted that I grow one. And he was right.  
After I grew it, my decade-long daydreams gradually  
disappeared. 
 
Both before and after getting my degrees, I dedicated  
my life to my career goals and spent all of my time  
studying.  Although I had normal sexual desires, I  
couldn't find the time to chase the available women so  
my sex life was limited to masturbation or the  
occasional prostitute.   
 
I used to fantasize about sex a lot, and just not sex  
with the pretty female coeds running around my  
college campus; but sex as the pretty female coed. It  
started when I was in college and masturbating myself  
to sleep almost every night, when I moved into a  
private room. I grew up in a big household and never  
had any privacy until I arrived in college. After two  
months of my private room, I had gone through all of  
the normal fantasies and was looking for something to  
keep me excited at night. For some strange reason,  
one night I pretended that I was a female student in  
one of my classes, trying to seduce my male body. I  
became very aroused and kept repeating that  
transformation daydream over the next several  
months, with slightly different variations, until I was  
no longer having `normal' daydreams. 
 
It got so bad that during the day, I'd watch a girl walk  
across the hallway and find myself drifting off into a  
spontaneous dream. I bought myself some female  
underwear to keep in my room so that I could touch  
the flimsy lingerie at night and dress myself in the  
feminine apparel, with rolled socks filling out my bra. 
 
Then I was discovered. I was on vacation, had my little  
bag of female accouterments and I completely dressed  
as a woman in my hotel room; to include wig, make- 
up, perfume, nylons, blouse, skirt, and jewelry. For the  
first time in my life, I walked out of a locked room that  
night, wearing female clothes and pretending to be a  
woman. I walked straight into a police prostitution  
sting. I thought that the guy really thought that I was  
a woman and I was saying anything to just keep  
talking to him, little realizing that he was setting me  
up. 
 
The college dean was very understanding. His advice  
was to take some therapy and don't do it again. My  
therapist thought that my almost constant daydreams  
were the source of my problem. He ordered me to grow  
a beard. With a beard, I couldn't put on lipstick or any  
other make-up. Whenever I looked into a mirror, I'd  
see the masculine image and not a face that could be  
easily transformed. 
 
So I grew a beard and it worked. I was able to drift off  
to sleep at night without feeling unsatisfied and only  
fantasized about twice a month when I was in the  
privacy of my own bed.  I found it was now easier to  
spend a little time flirting with some of the other  
female instructors and actually had a couple of short  
lived affairs.   
 
As I looked at my beard, I thought about the fantastic  
dream that I had last night and knew that my beard  
wouldn't be enough to keep me from thinking about  
that dream or from repeating it. When I get back  
home, I'll have to re-consider more therapy. 
 
Chapter 8 - The first vampire 
 
I went downstairs, finding everyone waiting on me. I  
looked around and queried "Good morning boys and  
girls. Is it time for show and tell?" 
 
There was silence then Janet groaned "I had a visitor  
last night. It was Josette and she made love to me all  
night, before leaving at daybreak." 
 
Brian jerked then exclaimed "Impossible. She was with  
me all night. It had to be Margot with you." 
 
Janet blushed and responded "I don't usually kiss and  
tell, but it was very clearly Josette that came to my  
bedroom. I've seen enough of Margot to recognize her  
vocal patterns and personality. This was the quite, shy  
farmgirl, experiencing her new sexuality as she made  
love to a woman for the first time. She confessed to me  
that I was her only lover beside Stevan." 
 
Brian nodded his head "Exactly. I had the same  
woman and I was the only man that she had ever had  
sex with, beside Stevan." 
 
Diane interjected "One of you can't be telling the truth.  
Or doesn't realize that they aren't telling the truth.  
Margot may have been able to convince her partner  
that she was the real thing and then to forget about  
whatever really occurred." 
 
Janet's face turned pale as she cried "It was Josette. I  
know it was. I know that I'm not lying." 
 
I looked at Diane and Jack as I queried "So what do we  
do now? How do we find out the truth?" 
 
"You wait!" proclaimed Margot from behind me. I  
turned, discovering her standing immediately behind  
me. She stepped forward, sat down in one of the chairs  
and lit one of Jack's cigarettes before she continued "I  
did what I professed last night. Tonight, when my new  
friend falls asleep in the privacy of their bedroom, I'll  
complete the process so that they'll re-awaken as the  
new person that I promised. Until then, everyone will  
just have to wait!" 
 
"How will they change?" I asked. 
 
She threw her head back as she laughed "For the  
better." 
 
We learned nothing more from Margot during the rest  
of the day. After breakfast, we had Janet and Brian  
disrobe so that we could examine their bodies for  
evidence of physical damage, finding nothing more  
than scratches on their backs from a lover's  
fingernails. We tried to make our examination as  
scientific as possible, but having Janet's naked body  
standing only inches from me was almost too much for  
me. 
 
Looking at the two naked bodies being examined at the  
same time, it was quite evident that female bodies are  
easily more beautiful than men. There was no way that  
I couldn't stare as I looked at her radiant golden skin,  
her lush figure with subtle musculature, her very  
feminine body curves, her firm, full breasts and the  
rounded arc of her bottom. Her breasts were quite  
simply, perfect, giving her the ideal physique. Most of  
her breast flesh was a dark tan but around each dark  
nipple was a small creamy-white triangle where a tiny  
bikini top had barely covered it. I could feel the un- 
named power strongly emitting from her, that women  
have, that creates the desire to possess them. 
 
It was Diane that suggested the examination. I  
watched intently as Janet's hands unbuttoned the  
buttons on her blouse, ignoring Brian as he also  
undressed. She turned around, while she removed her  
blouse and skirt, then turned to face us. 
 
Diane took charge of the examination as she walked  
around Janet. She reported "Recent scratch marks up  
and down the back and buttocks. Nothing serious.  
Same type of marks on Brian's back as if from the  
same lover. Janet's nipples appear to be swollen and  
straining against her bra. Are they normally that big?" 
 
"No. Only when I'm making love or it's cold, do they  
swell like that. Then they usually return to normal. I  
don't know why they are swollen now, unless its  
because of the stress of being stared at." 
 
I had already started fantasizing about what it would  
be like to tease her dark brown nipples or gather her  
aureole between my lips. 
 
"Why don't you come with me, Professor?" suggested  
Margot's voice beside me. It startled me because I  
wasn't aware that Margot was in the room, much less  
so close to me. 
 
Everyone paused as they looked at me to see what I  
was going to do. I nodded and she turned, walking out  
of the room as I followed her. I followed her through  
the hallway, down to the chapel, and out a sidedoor  
into an ancient amphitheater. 
 
In the amphitheater, she sat down on the podium,  
letting her legs hang over the small wall, swinging her  
legs over the edge. I sat down beside her, slightly  
downwind so that I was smelling her faint perfume. 
 
She opened by saying "I asked you out here, to give  
you a choice. You can call it quits and send everyone  
home. I think that I provided enough proof last night  
that I've got special powers that can only be explained  
by believing that I'm a Vampire." 
 
"What about the book?" I asked. 
 
"I still want you to write a book. If not you, then  
someone that will tell the truth about my brethren for  
a change. I get tired of watching TV and seeing  
someone holding a cape over his face as he turns  
himself into a bat. Or ever worse, moving like a  
zombie. His face all pallid, and unable to display any  
emotion in his face until he sees fresh blood. As you  
can see from watching me, I'm just as alive as you're, if  
not more alive." 
 
"Granted. But that's just part of why its so difficult for  
us to accept you. You're just as normal as us, until  
you pull one of those damn sneak up behind us  
tricks." 
 
"That's the way that we really are. We have blended in  
for years, avoiding discovery most of the time. Some of  
my fellow Vampires have married and lived normal  
lives, keeping their secret concealed from their families  
for years; as they lived a normal life." 
 
"Why haven't you married? Why do you still live here?" 
 
"This'll always be my home. As for being married, I've  
been married several times and will probably marry  
again. Being married to a mortal is only fun for about  
ten years and then it becomes a real problem. This  
isn't my only house and I travel quite heavily. I told  
you in the basic discussion that I can wish myself  
somewhere and I instantly go there. Earlier today, I  
visited a friend in France and told him about your  
promise to write a book setting the facts straight." 
 
"Why do you live as a woman when you can assume  
any shape that you desire?" I asked. 
 
She smiled before replying "I would've bet that you  
weren't going to ask that question for at least another  
day. You surprised me because I'm usually such a  
good judge of human nature that humans typically  
bore me. As for my choice of gender, why shouldn't I  
live as a woman. If you've got a choice, why not go with  
the best option? Sometimes I'm a male, but it gets so  
boring after awhile. I like to look feminine and feel  
sexy; so that I can bathe in the desire that people emit  
when they are in the presence of an attractive woman.  
If you had my powers, wouldn't you live as a woman?" 
 
"I don't think so", I replied as I stroked my beard. 
 
"My dear Professor. I gave up lying centuries ago and  
expect my friends to live up to the same standards. I  
know more about you, about who you really are, than  
you know about yourself. So, don't lie to me again  
when its just you and I talking. I warn you that you  
don't want to piss me off." 
 
I looked at her solemn face, which abruptly turned into  
a smile. 
 
****** 
 
The rest of the day dragged. We discovered nothing  
unique or different about either of our companions. I  
laid in my bed that night, unable to sleep, staring at  
the ceiling, wondering what the morning would bring.  
Would it be Brian or Janet? 
 
From that point onward, the evening became a tangle  
of sensations, a blur of images drifting through my  
closed eyes. I didn't realize that I dozed off, until I  
heard a faint noise waking me up. I jerked, looked  
around the room, seeing nothing unusual in the  
shadows, and laid back on the pillow. 
 
I realized that I woke up because I felt a cool draft on  
my body. I looked to see if the blankets had fallen off  
while I was asleep and suddenly realized that I wasn't  
alone in my room ... someone was in the room with  
me. 
 
"It's me. May I come in? I don't want to scare you - just  
let me make love to you." 
 
I jerked my head up, turning toward the sound of her  
voice, instantly recognizing Janet's voice. 
 
Janet was standing in the back of the room, wearing  
her bathrobe. There was no door or window on that  
wall, and no way that she could've sneaked around  
me. As I stared at her, she untied the little bathrobe  
belt around her waist and let the bathrobe drop to the  
floor. 
 
She wasn't naked, which pleased me because I had  
stared at her naked body for several minutes that  
morning. Instead, she wore a seductive lingerie apparel  
combination. I started staring at her feet and worked  
my way up her scrumptious body. 
 
The three inch high heels made her beautiful legs look  
even longer and fuller. Her legs were covered with  
sheer red stockings which were held up by suspenders  
from a red garter belt. Her legs were spread slightly so  
that I could see the flaxen silky patch of pubic hair  
between her legs. Her upper body was partially  
enclosed in a matching reddish demi bra. It lifted her  
breasts, pushed them, yet left the nipples completely  
exposed so that her nipples jutted straight out and  
slightly upwards. The bra had been chosen because it  
definitely displayed her impressive large dark brown  
areolae and nipples in a seductive fashion. 
 
When I finally did look at her face, she had a sexy  
seductive smile on her face and purred in a low, husky  
voice, "I see that I turn you on, don't I? Well, you turn  
me on. I've got an overpowering desire to make love to  
you tonight. I won't hurt you and can't hurt you. I just  
want to touch you, to feel you inside me. I want to give  
you the best orgasm that you've ever had. And I can do  
it. I know deep down inside, that you secretly want me.  
You want me to exhibit myself to you, so you can  
admire my body. I'm a skilled lover and promise to  
satisfy you. See how swollen my nipples are from  
where I've been thinking about you; thinking about  
you making love to me." 
 
"Are you the vampire?" 
 
"I don't know what I am. I just know that I'm not what  
I was yesterday or the rest of my supposed previous  
life. Tonight, I feel so alive, so vibrant, so full of life,  
and there's much around me that I want to experience  
and enjoy. My awareness of my environment has  
changed so that I'm more aware of different things,  
more able to feel and enjoy the smaller pleasures of  
life. If that's something that only a vampire can  
experience, then the answer is yes to your question. I  
allowed Margot to nibble on my neck and to bite my  
neck so that she could taste my blood. I also tasted  
her blood after she bit her wrist, holding her wrist so  
that I feasted upon her dripping blood. I may be a  
vampire now, but tonight I'm a woman. A woman that  
wants you. That's offering you the most wonderful  
night of your life. I knew you wanted me when Stevan  
and Josette were making love. I could sense your  
desire and wanted you also. As I was watching them, I  
was pretending that it was you making love to me. I  
was fantasizing that it was your mouth on my breasts.  
So I came to you tonight, to satisfy both of our desires.  
Do you want me?" 
 
My answer was a simple one. I threw the covers off the  
bed, stepped toward her, put my hand on her breast  
as I stared into her eyes, seeing only the passion  
waiting to be released. I bent slightly, taking her  
engorged nipple in my mouth, feeling it's velvet  
hardness. She twisted strong fingers in my hair and  
pulled my face against her breast, forcing more of the  
nipple into my mouth. As I licked and bit and sucked  
upon her tit, I reached down with one hand in a frenzy  
of exploration, finding her pool of flaxen hair between  
her legs; as I continued on down her soft and supple  
lower body. 
 
It felt so natural to be holding her this way as I  
continued to suck and suck on the nipple. I felt so  
satisfied to be nursing on her breast; knowing what I  
was doing but couldn't stop. I knew that Janet was a  
prick tease and could be playing with my emotions. 
 
But I didn't care as she stroked the side of my face and  
ran her hands through my thinning hair. Unclasping  
her bra, I sucked her tenderly, treating each of her  
nipples like a tiny penis, sucking them in and out of  
my lips and swirling my tongue abrasively against the  
tips. I was amazed by her aureole, the size of them and  
their color. While sucking on one breast, I was cupping  
the other breast in my hand, enjoying it's warmth and  
weight. I could feel Janet's head roll back and a low  
guttural moan escaped her lips as she began to writhe  
from my touch. 
 
Her smooth, supple skin had a taste and texture  
unlike any that I'd ever encountered. I showered her  
delicious shoulders and neck with passionate kisses  
as she responded with tender bites on my neck,  
shoulders and ears before returning to the breasts for  
more sucking. I was mad with desire for her. 
 
Kneeling, I pressed my cheek to her crotch and rubbed  
my face against her damp pubic hair as she braced  
herself against the wall and spread her legs. She  
pushed her hips forward, offering me entry to her  
version of utopia. Still on my knees, I nipped at the  
inside of her thigh, edging deliberately cuntward, as  
my hands explored the silky feeling of her stockings. 
 
As my lips touched her crotch, she put one leg around  
my neck and pulled me closer to her. Her inner thighs  
rubbed against my face, as my tongue probed her  
flaxen down, searching for the nectar. I nibbled and  
gnawed at her outer lips, as my upreached hands  
cupped and squeezed her perfect breasts. Hidden in  
the mass of hair, her plump, pink lips formed a pretty,  
vertical mouth between her thighs. With one quick  
puff of air, I cleared a passage to her cunt lips as I  
used my tongue to spread her feminine lips, exposing  
her clitoris, as I was engulfed with the wonderful  
woman scent she was emitting. 
 
I plunged my tongue into her hot wet beautiful pussy,  
suckling at her clit. I separated the thick lips,  
uncovering the bright pink interior, damp with desire,  
giving out the heady perfume of her clean but excited  
sex. I breathed deeply of her pussy scent as I tongue- 
fucked her, knowing that I had never experienced  
anything as wonderful as this in my whole life. 
 
She began to tremble as I sucked and tongued as she  
wrapped her other leg around my back, so that she  
was sitting on my shoulders with her back braced  
against the wall. My head was buried between her  
velvet thighs, unable to escape if I wanted to. My  
tongue probed and sucked as she jerked from the  
actions of my tongue. The damp slit of her spread  
vagina revealed the tiny bladder opening beneath the  
clitoris. I began to lick the open flesh, savoring the  
salty, acid taste. With my slobbering tongue, I covered  
her inner lips with my saliva, as I thrust my tongue  
deep into the vagina. I jabbed my tongue at her erect,  
clit, alternating jabs with sucking. 
 
I could feel her body shuddering and twisting as gasps  
escaped from her mouth. Sweat was running off her  
now, into my eyes and mouth, but I didn't care. I was  
in heaven as her body arched like a bow; she tensed as  
she released a low groan and her jism released into my  
waiting mouth. 
 
She had multiple orgasms as I continued to explore  
her labia with my tongue and languorously lapped at  
her clitoris. The smell and taste of her drove all  
rational thoughts from my mind, replacing my normal  
logic thinking with a desire to probe my tongue so  
deep into her that we would become one person. 
 
I felt her legs loosen after one orgasm and her balance  
shift as she released me from my voluntary prison  
between her legs. She stood on her legs and pulled me  
from my kneeling position to a standing position,  
pulling me up so that our lips met. My face was  
covered with her wet juice and after her tongue probed  
my mouth, she teased me as we kissed, while she  
licked and sucked my face clean. 
 
She gently guided me back to my bed, removing my  
pajamas as we continued to explore each other's body.  
When we were next to the bed, she whispered "I want  
you to fuck me but the first time must be my ass. I  
prepared myself so I'm clean, lubricated and very tight.  
I promise to make it the best sex that you've ever had." 
 
Chapter 9 - Who did what? 
 
Sluggishly I opened my eyes, feeling my head pound  
from a throbbing headache. My whole body ached and  
I felt fatigued. I knew that I was alone in my bed and  
that I had overslept by several hours this morning. 
 
The memory of last night's sex woke me up, causing  
me to jerk, causing pain to shoot through my body. I  
gently rotated over, opening the nightstand drawer,  
removing my tape recorder. 
 
Trying to keep from moving much, I pressed the `On'  
button, recording my daily dairy while the events were  
fresh in my mind. 
 
"Last night, a new Janet came to my room; or someone  
that appeared to be Janet. She claimed that she had  
been transformed but there wasn't any evidence of  
non-normal powers. Except for her entrance into my  
room. She was at the back of the room, where no  
entrance exists, but she could have sneaked in while I  
was dozing. She was dressed in very seductive lingerie  
and made me a sexual proposition that I found  
difficult to turn down. I proceeded mainly because its  
my responsibility to explore each ....." 
 
I pressed the pause button, trying to figure out how to  
justify my willing participation. After a couple of  
seconds, I pressed the button again as I continued "I  
proceeded because I felt a strong sexual desire for her.  
Whether it was normal or something induced in me, is  
difficult to determine at this time. She allowed me to  
perform cunnilingus on her partially dressed body. I  
won't go into those details because that was strictly  
normal oral sex by a man on a woman. I'll go into the  
details of what occurred later, because that was  
definitely not normal sexual activity that can easily be  
explained." 
 
I hit the pause button, gathering my thought before  
resuming "She undressed me and led me back to my  
bed, promising me sex, but requesting anal  
intercourse; having prepared and cleansed herself  
earlier. I consented and she assumed the standard  
knees spread, head bowed position with her butt up in  
the air. I mounted her from behind using the standard  
doggy-style mount, easily gaining access to her pre- 
lubricated anus. I proceeded to have anal intercourse  
with her, as I bent over her body, reaching around her  
body to play with her breasts. She continued to have  
several rapid orgasms as I ..... as I humped her. She  
was tight, even with the lubrication and I eventually  
experienced a delightful male orgasm, filling her anal  
cavity with my semen. I rolled off of her and onto my  
pillow where I proceeded to fall asleep from my  
exhaustion. That was normal oral sex by a male on a  
female and normal anal intercourse by a male on a  
female; with both of us being consenting adults. What  
happened next, is something I can't explain." 
 
Taking a deep breath, I postponed my next sentence  
for a second "I can't explain what happened after I fell  
into my exhausted sleep. I remember lying on my  
pillow, with my eyes shut as Janet looked at me. I  
remember her bending over and nibbling on my neck  
but I could only respond by turning my head so that  
she could find the spot on my neck that she wanted. I  
couldn't resist as she nibbled on my neck, before she  
bite into my jugular vein. I could feel my blood  
pumping, escaping as she sucked my blood into her  
mouth. I couldn't move or open my eyes as she sucked  
my blood. Then I remember feeling dizzy and  
lightheaded as I started to float. I felt as if I was  
floating up out of my body, being pulled out of my  
body by her sucking motion on my neck. I felt myself  
pulled from my body, into her body. For the first time  
since I fell asleep, I could see but it was through her  
eyes as she sucked on my neck. Then she stopped  
sucking on my neck, as she stood up, looking at my  
lightly breathing body, with blood still heavily oozing  
from my neck puncture. She rubbed her hand between  
her legs and I felt her fingertips touch her vagina lips,  
as she spread her vagina lips. The sensation was so  
real, it was almost as if I was the woman and playing  
with myself. She stopped, removing a hand lightly  
coated with her jism, which she rubbed against my  
body's puncture areas. As I watched through my new  
set of eyes, the bleeding stopped. Within seconds,  
there was no sign of any puncture on my neck and  
just a trickle of blood that I knew would soon dry up.  
She stood up and walked toward my door, which  
opened as she approached it. I keep saying she, but it  
was as if I the person that doing the walking. I could  
feel the cold granite of the floor through my bare feet,  
hear the slight sound of the stockings as they rubbed  
from her body walking; and most amazing of all, I  
could feel the weight and jiggle of her breasts as they  
lightly bounced. She had left the bra back in my  
bedroom. There were other sensations also, such as  
the feel of the hair flowing down my back, but I was in  
shock. I was very aware of the squishy feeling between  
her legs as she walked. I was in her body, but not in  
control. I was .... hitchhiking is the only way that I can  
describe it. I was along for the ride, to share the  
physical sensations of the experiences of whatever she  
was doing." 
 
"She walked down the upstairs hallway and into the  
shared bathroom. I could only see what she was  
seeing. She stepped up to the mirror, staring at her  
reflection in the mirror. It was clearly Janet's body,  
still partially dressed in her lingerie that was being  
reflected in the mirror. I could only watch as she  
applied fresh lipstick, leaning close to the mirror as  
she pursed her lips. Then she brushed her hair,  
restoring some of it's normal appearance. She adjusted  
her garter. When she was satisfied with her  
appearance, she blew a kiss at her image in the  
mirror, but somehow I knew that she was really  
blowing it to me. She walked down the hall, as Jack's  
bedroom door opened for us .. I mean for her. I mean  
for her body. Jack woke up as she entered the room.  
The door shut behind her as she seductively walked  
across the floor, standing beside the bed. She cooed to  
him `Would you like to fuck a virgin? I've brought you  
an ass that's never been penetrated.' He responded by  
pulling her on the bed, throwing her over his knees so  
that her rump was right under his eyes. Although he  
was doing it to her body, I could feel his hands around  
my wrists and his stiff hard prick pressing against my  
pubic area through the sheet. I couldn't move, but I  
could feel everything that she was feeling." 
 
"I can't describe what it felt like to be a prisoner in her  
body, but it didn't feel wrong. I realized that I was  
becoming used to whatever it was, that was occurring  
to me. I was getting turned on by what Jack was doing  
to her body, which was reacting with extremely strong  
sexual impulses that I had never experienced before.  
Although he was caressing her buttocks ecstatically,  
using one hand to separate her white asscheeks to  
find her little rosette, it was as if he was doing it to me.  
She didn't protest or try to get up as his finger probed  
at the entrance. To me, it felt as if a burning iron had  
been dropped on my buttocks; as my or rather, her  
muscles contracted automatically at the pain. With his  
other hand, he was slapping her butt, causing the  
cheeks to tingle, causing Janet to become slightly  
sexually excited. As he slapped her ass, she jerked  
from the pain, which was quickly followed by a rush of  
pleasure. I can't explain it, except to say that the hurt  
felt good. She began to twist, not so much as to escape  
from what he was doing to us, but to react from some  
of the electrical tingling rushing through her body." 
 
"At last he stopped, letting the burning died down a  
little. I was enjoying the feeling of warmth that spread  
over her whole body as his hands began to caresses  
the rest of her scantily clad body, resulting in many  
new and strange feelings. As Janet lay on his lap, his  
right hand moved up to roughly grasp her .... our left  
breast. I could feel his fingers as he rubbed his fingers  
against the breast, touching the bottom curve as he  
began circling around the perimeter of its rounded  
shape. With each revolution around my breast, he  
moved closer to the center until he found the areola of  
her nipple. How can I describe that feeling?" 
 
"I was ecstatic with desire. If I knew at that moment  
how to escape from my hitchhiking imprisonment, I'd  
been unable to leave. His fingers caused our nipples to  
rise to little pointy peaks, as the areola tightened and  
brought on new sensations that I found exciting and  
wonderful. His other hand wandered over to my other  
breast as he continued to caress both of my breasts,  
causing me to get very hot and feel sweaty. I could also  
feel moisture between my legs that had somehow  
slipped in on me." 
 
"His hand gradually worked its way down my stomach  
to the silky pubic hair, down my inner thighs, teasing  
me before coming back up to rest on my almost  
dripping wet genitals. As soon as his hand touched me  
there, a flood of phenomenal sensations shot through  
my body. I don't know if it was her or me moaning, but  
as his hand moved back and forth, round and round  
over our vagina, I became aware that I was now  
controlling our shared body. It was my lips that were  
moving to allow my moan to escape. It was my vagina  
that was being touched, and my stretching to spread  
my legs as he probed his fingers within me. Somehow,  
control of the body had been transferred to me and I  
was reacting to the sexual desires of this body. I wasn't  
aware of any sharing of the body as if this was my  
body exclusively." 
 
"The flood of sensations was too great as his finger  
lightly probed between my vagina lips. I felt something  
deep inside me pounding as my entire body tightened.  
Then my body started humping, holding his finger  
inside me as he thrust his finger in and out as my hips  
rose and fell in rhythm to his probing. For almost a  
minute, I enjoyed the most intense pleasure as he  
finger-fucked me, before I became so wet that it was  
leaking out of me, as I dripped onto the bed. He began  
to rub harder on my clit and the surrounding skin as  
he put in another finger, making me feel full. I could  
feel my vagina muscles tighten around his fingers,  
squeezing the probing fingers. My cunt lips began to  
tingle as I ached for an orgasm to release me. I could  
feel the walls of my pussy as it contracted around his  
fiercely pumping fingers. I panted like a madwoman,  
groaning and moaning as his fingers masturbated me,  
trembling as my vagina lips stretched around his  
probing fingers which were driving in and out of my  
lips like a piston. I could hear a distant scream and  
recognized that it was coming from my lips, as I  
screamed with pleasure as my hips bucked forward to  
lock onto his fingers deep inside me. I jerked and  
spasmed as I experienced my first female orgasm. My  
whole body tightened and then I felt myself go limp as I  
relaxed." 
 
"But he refused to allow me to recover. He rolled me  
over, spreading my legs, putting his mouth down  
between my legs, as he used his greedy mouth to suck  
my damp and burning pussy. I groaned and spread my  
legs, wanting him to do anything. I recognized that the  
desire that I was experiencing, was a desire for him to  
fuck me. I wanted his cock. I wanted his cock to be  
rammed upside me, deep into my wet and hungry  
pussy. I can't explain why I wanted it, but I knew that I  
wanted his cock inside me more than I wanted  
anything in the world at that moment. `Do you want  
me to suck you?' he asked as he pulled his tongue out  
of me." 
 
I hit the pause button on the recorder, wishing that I  
had a cup of coffee. My mouth was getting dry from my  
talking. 
 
I pressed the button again and continued "A wave of  
heat flowed through my female body as I knew that  
there was only one answer. I moaned `Yes' as I looked  
deep into his eyes. He responded by asking `Do you  
want me to stop? Tell me what you want me to do!' I  
didn't hesitate as I replied `Please. I want...I want your  
... your ... cock. I want your cock .. please ... fuck ...  
me.', hearing Janet's husky female voice, but my  
choice of words." 
 
"I was ashamed and thrilled at the same time. I was  
experiencing sex as a woman but I was so out of  
control, that I was begging for his cock. I wanted him  
to fuck me, even though I was seeing his cock as he  
pulled back the sheet for the first time. It was a huge  
thing and if his fingers caused that much pain, what  
would that huge thing do? I began to drool with desire  
for the marvelous cock that was hanging between his  
thighs, ready to offer my body to his more than  
adequate phallus. We rubbed against each other  
lasciviously, as his mouth returned to my breasts,  
seeking my hard nipples, causing new moans of  
ecstasy from me. I looked at his athletic body; my eyes  
were drawn to his lower abdomen as I stared at his  
huge and thick cock. It's fine skin shone like satin, the  
blue veins standing out from the shaft, that  
disappeared into a tuft of curly black hair that flowed  
up his chest. I knew that his cock was big enough to  
rip me open but I didn't care. I wanted it. I wanted it  
more than anything that I had ever wanted in my life." 
 
"As he nibbled on my breasts, I reached out and  
wrapped my slender fingers and small hand around  
his erection, feeling it quiver at my touch. Without any  
hesitation, I began to caress the huge cock that was  
almost so big, that these small fingers could hardly  
wrap completely around it. I began to rub it, feeling the  
hidden muscles twitching as my fingers moved up the  
large shaft, headed for the enormous head. I thought  
that cocks this big only existed on horses and was  
amazed that a normal female could absorb it's  
extraordinary size." 
 
"With his hands, he guided my body so that I rolled  
over, onto my knees and stuck my butt up into the air.  
As I looked back at my female breasts hanging down, I  
was amazed that I was still wearing the other lingerie.  
He scooted between my legs, using his knees to spread  
my legs further. I jerked as he pressed his pussyjuice  
coated finger against my anal opening causing me to  
moan again as I offered my rounded female ass to him.  
He whispered `Relax, don't be so tense. You've got to 
be  
relaxed or it'll hurt a lot.' He began probing my asshole  
again as I tried to relax. He eased his pussyjuice  
coated finger into me, pausing to let the inner muscle  
expand and contract to shape around his finger. I was  
shaking with desire and jerking from the wonderful  
pain that quickly turned into pleasure." 
 
When I was ready, Jack stopped the preparation and  
rolled me over so that I was lying on my back, legs  
spread wide apart, and a pillow under my ass. He  
eased between my legs and I trembled with desire as I  
felt the huge cock at this orifice. He did a slow thrust  
with his hips as it forced it's way between the rosebud  
lips. I groaned from the pain, feeling tears fill my eyes  
as his huge cock seemed to rip my tender flesh. When  
he thrust violently into me, I screamed as my  
fingernails dug into his back, cutting deeply. Using a  
succession of little jerks, he succeeded in pushing his  
cock all the way in. Then he began to stoke gently,  
before driving it back in. My pain had quickly faded  
and I had discovered that bending my knees back  
almost to my chest, offered the most pleasurable  
sensations. I was moaning and groaning from his cock,  
which felt as if it had penetrated deep into my belly  
somehow. As he rested on his elbows, I was squeezing  
my breasts, intensifying my enjoyable sensations as I  
moaned in ecstasy." 
 
"I had never been fucked before. Yes, fucked. I was  
definitely being fucked. I remember my head rolling  
madly as his sweat dripped down on my face. I  
remember his balls bouncing against my ass as he  
humped me. I remember his chest hair tickling my  
nipples and most of all, I remember the orgasms. My  
previous orgasms were nothing compared to the  
multiple orgasms that I was now experiencing. I had so  
many female orgasms that I lost count of how many I  
had. Then I felt him tense as his body tightened. I  
quickly wrapped my legs around his buttocks and  
pulled as hard as I could, trying to pull his cock even  
deeper into me. Then I experienced a wave of warm  
liquid pump into me, as he filled me with his thick  
cum." 
 
"For several minutes, he just laid on my body, as he  
rested. I could feel his cock contract and slowly pull  
out of my anal opening, until only the head of the  
flaccid cock was still inside me. With a groan, he  
gently pulled out and rolled over, lying on his side  
where he quickly fell asleep. I laid in bed beside him,  
listening to him snore. Then I slipped out of bed,  
feeling the pain from my tender ass as I walked back  
to my room. I stood beside my bed and undressed, still  
smelling the strong feminine odor, still dripping the  
cum from my tender ass. I laid in my bed, pulling the  
covers up and went to sleep. When I woke up this  
morning, I had to record my memories while they were  
still fresh and vivid. And..." 
 
There was a pause as I gingerly moved because I was  
very sore, and I looked on the floor beside the bed.  
Then I continued talking into the recorder "Lying  
beside my bed are the red three inch high heels, the  
sheer red stockings, the red garter belt and the  
matching reddish demi bra. Because of my tender  
rectum and dried cum, I've no doubt that somehow, it  
was really my body that Jack fucked last night." 
 
Chapter 10 - Facing the team 
 
I took a long shower. I needed to wash the pain away.  
In the shower, everything seemed so far away as the  
memories of last night faded; and the pain within my  
rectum as I walked. I looked at my body, seeing the  
fingernail cuts on my back, which I expected from my  
body's experience with Janet's fingernails. What I  
didn't expect were the small bruises around my  
nipples; that looked like hickeys. Except that Janet  
didn't suck on my breasts. Jack did suck very heavily  
on Janet's breasts, but those marks are on my body. 
 
I dried in front of the mirror, looking at myself in the  
mirror, feeling so wrong, so out of place. I wanted to  
shave the beard off because it felt so wrong, so  
unnatural. My slightly overweight, out-of-shape male  
body, with the beard and thinning short hairstyle,  
appeared wrong. I felt so uncomfortable from looking  
at my body in the mirror, that I began to doubt if I was  
in my real body. 
 
I paused only long enough to examine my neck, not  
finding any puncture marks. Then I dressed and went  
looking for the rest of my team. As my shoes clicked on  
the hard stone floor, echoing through the massive  
chambers, I wondered what I should tell them this  
morning. 
 
Jack was talking to Diane and he was in an extremely  
good mood. I mumbled a "good morning" as I helped  
myself to a bowl of cereal. Brian was sitting at the  
table, but he was reading. When I sat down, Brian  
confirmed "Janet's still in her room, sleeping. The rest  
of us have been down here for about four hours,  
waiting on you and her. What do you want to do?" 
 
Before I could answer, Janet's voice behind me softly  
declared "Good morning, everyone." 
 
I turned, seeing Janet walk into the kitchen. She was  
wearing a simple blouse, shorts, tennis shoes and  
sunglasses. 
 
I couldn't see her eyes behind the dark glasses, but  
saw a faint smile form on her lips as she announced "I  
don't know about everyone else, but I had a very nice  
night's sleep; and I feel so alive today after a good rest.  
Pardon my sunglasses, but my eyes are very sensitive  
to the light this morning." 
 
When I didn't say anything Diane asked "Brian has  
already told us that nothing happened to him last  
night. What happened to you?" 
 
Janet poured some cereal in a bowl before she  
responded "I went to my room and fell asleep. I woke  
up and felt a little restless so I came down to the  
kitchen, got a glass of milk and went back to bed.  
Aside from that, nothing." 
 
Diane looked at me, then looked back at Janet before  
she stated "After the previous night's undefined  
happenings, I set my video camera up to record any  
movement within the hallway. I fast forwarded through  
the tape this morning, but didn't see Janet leave her  
room to get the milk that she remembers. I did see her  
come out of the Professor's room, wearing red  
stockings and a garter belt. She was naked except for  
those two items. She walked into the bathroom for  
about three minutes, then went into Jack's room,  
where she stayed for at least three hours.  Then Jack's  
door opened and the Professor walked out, wearing her  
red stockings and garter belt, before returning to his  
room. So Janet, how did you get from your room on  
the opposite side of the corridor into his room, and  
what were you doing that time of the morning, dressed  
like a french whore? What did you do in Jack's and the  
Professor's room?" 
 
Janet just stared at Diane before she responded "Now I  
know why Margot doesn't like you." 
 
Diane turned to me and asked "Well, Professor, what  
have you got to say about my video and it's results?" 
 
I reached into my pocket, slowly removed my small  
tape recorder, pressing the play button as I placed it  
on the table. My taped voice played from the tape "Last  
night, a new Janet came to my room; or someone that  
appeared to be Janet. She claimed that she had been  
transformed but there was no evidence..." 
 
****** 
 
My recording was only about twenty minutes long.  
While it played, we stared at each other. Jack groaned,  
paced the floor, and looked disturbed as he heard my  
memory of the events. Janet ignored all of us as she  
ate her bowl of cereal. When my recording was  
finished, she responded "Sound's like you really  
enjoyed being a woman? I don't think that any of it  
really occurred because I know for a fact that Jack has  
a normal sized cock. Jack, drop your trousers and  
present Exhibit A." 
 
"Damn you." he cursed as he slammed his fist on the  
table. Then not looking at me, he muttered "Janet or  
someone that I thought was Janet, came to my room  
last night, dressed as recorded by the video. We made  
love and fell asleep. I woke up this morning, feeling  
good about getting some nooky last night and now I  
discover that it might have been him. My memory of  
what occurred matches what was recorded on the  
video and what the Professor discussed. Except that  
my penis is normal sized as noted by Janet. I don't  
know where you got that impression." 
 
"Impression is right." stated Margot as she entered the  
room. She sat down beside me and stated "As noted in  
my previous discussions, a vampire has undreamed of  
powers. However beginning vampires can't do what  
occurred last night. That was me, transformed into  
Janet's twin. I entered the Professor's room, made love  
to him, using my mental powers to compel him to  
think what I wanted him to think, to feel what I  
wanted him to feel and to do what I wanted him to do.  
He made love to me because I desired it. Then I  
absorbed his sleeping soul into my body and went to  
Jack's room. I wanted to make sure that it was an  
night to remember for the Professor, so I slightly  
enhanced Jack's penis size as the Professor saw and  
felt it. While he thought that he was in control of the  
female body, I was still directing his actions by  
stimulating his desires. Janet was resting because her  
body was re-building new body cells as it sloughs off  
the old body cells. She'll spend the next three or four  
nights resting as her body changes. Then she'll be a  
first level vampire. Then while you're examining her  
and her changes, I'll start the transformation of the  
next person." 
 
****** 
 
We spend the rest of the day examining Janet and me.  
I was added to the examination schedule because of  
my "absorption" last night. There were no physical  
changes noted in me, but I spent a rough three hours  
being questioned by the team, to include Janet. 
 
Then we concentrated on Janet. The only physical  
changes were a higher food intake requirement, which  
we explained because of her changing metabolism. Her  
mental changes were somewhat astonishing,  
considering there were no evidences of physical  
changes or mental stress. It was almost as if she  
wasn't a team member now. Brian summed it up by  
declaring that it was now us and them. While we still  
trusted her, there was enough evidence of mental  
changes that we suspected her motives in everything  
that she said or did. 
 
The next several days were no different, except that  
Janet or Margot disguised as Janet spent one night  
repeating the scenario where a scantily clad Janet  
would seduce one of the team, then suck their soul  
into her body and go seduce another team member. At  
the end of four nights, each of us had been sucked  
and fucked at least once, without the power to resist.  
Comparing notes every morning, I discovered it was  
Brian in Janet's body that I fucked during one of the  
nights. 
 
By that time, Janet had a clear distaste for Diane and  
toyed with the rest of us, as if we her playtoys. By the  
third day, she was sleeping until sundown, and then  
roaming the castle at night, playing the piano with  
Margot, basically ignoring us. Whenever one of the  
men would talk to her, she would try to seduce them,  
being very open in her technique, being so bold as to  
unzip my trousers during one discussion. All of our  
attempts to talk to her, were treated with contempt for  
us and our plans. 
 
****** 
 
It was late Thursday night. We were sitting in the  
chairs facing the fireplace in the great hall, ignoring  
the bottles of wine that Janet had brought up and was  
drinking by herself. Tonight, we wanted to be more in  
control of what happened to us. It was one week from  
the time that she asked for everyone's decision. We  
weren't sure of what Janet was now, but it was clear  
that she was no longer a member of our team. 
 
As before, we hadn't seen Margot since the sun went  
down and were waiting on her to make her  
appearance. Somewhere around ten o'clock, there was  
a slight noise behind us. I turned around, staring into  
the darkened room, hearing the soft pad of footsteps  
as someone walked toward us in the dark. I could  
faintly see a young woman, wearing only a nightgown,  
walking toward us. Her eyes were shut and she was  
holding her hand out as if she was being led by  
someone. As she got closer, I could see that it was  
Josette. She sluggishly walked into our small circle of  
light provided by the fireplace. 
 
Josette stood in the middle of the rug, waiting for  
Margot. Her eyes were closed and her body was  
slightly limp as if she was sleeping on her feet. A fully  
clothed Margot stepped into the circle of light  
"Greetings, my friends. I asked our little peasant girl to  
join us again. She is here to help select our next  
convert." 
 
Margot walked over to the empty chair next to me and  
sat down. She poured herself a glass of wine then  
commanded "Josette, please undress yourself." 
 
A slight tug on her nightgown and it fell to the floor,  
revealing her magnificent nubile body. From the side of  
the room, Janet stood up and stepped forward onto  
the rug. We watched as Janet slowly circled Josette,  
who was staring straight ahead as if none of us  
existed. As Janet completed her first slow circle, she  
pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her bra-less chest. She  
threw the T-shirt out of the circle as she continues to  
circle Josette, removing one piece of clothing on each  
circle until Janet was just as naked as Josette. Then  
Janet stood in front of Josette as they stared at each  
other. For the first time, Josette was aware of Janet's  
existence. 
 
Both women were in some type of trance so that they  
could only see each other. They smiled as if they  
recognized each other as being the love of their life.  
Janet stepped forward as Josette opened her arms,  
welcoming Janet's naked body to her body. As soon as  
they touched, one arm went around each other, while  
the other hand moved to their partner's breast as their  
lips sought each other. For about a minute, we  
watched a display of two naked women lightly and  
gently groping each other's upper body as they kissed  
passionately, probing each other's mouth deeply. 
 
Then Janet's head pulled loose and her lips dropped to  
Josette's lovely nipples, first finding the tip with her  
tongue, then taking the entire nipple and areola in her  
mouth as Josette's hand buried in Janet's hair, guided  
her passion. Josette leaned her head back, shaking  
her mane of attractive long hair as Janet nuzzled one  
breast while using her hand to tweak the other nipple.  
Josette turned her head so that she was staring  
straight into my eyes, with a Mona Lisa type smile on  
her face. As I stared back into her eyes, her mouth  
slightly opened, and her tongue licked her lips very  
seductively. Then she blew me a kiss as she shivered  
from Janet's lip action on her nipples. 
 
I found myself wanting to get up out of my chair and  
join them. I was fighting the desire so heavily that I  
was sweating. I looked at Margot sitting beside me,  
sipping her wine as she watched the lovers swap  
positions. I glanced the other way to see that Jack had  
already unzipped his trousers and noted that his cock  
was really normal size; and nothing like what I  
remembered that night in Janet's body. Brian was  
again not showing any visible emotion while Diane was  
being affected by the lesbian actions of the two naked  
women. 
 
I turned my attention back to the girls to see that  
Josette was on her knees, with her arms wrapped  
around Janet's waist as Josette's tongue attacked  
Janet's belly button.  
 
In that moment, I came to a decision. Josette had the  
best body of the two women. While they were both  
outstanding bodies, it was clearly obvious that Josette  
was more proportional, her muscles were more  
defined, and her overall appearance was better. If she  
looks this good at seventeen years old, what will she  
look like when she is twenty? 
 
Janet spread her legs so that Josette could run her  
lips up and down the inside of Janet's thighs. As I  
watched, both girls eased down on the rug. They were  
passionate but gentle with each other, exhibiting a  
tenderness that I hadn't expected. 
 
Janet's fingers moved down Josette's abdomen until  
they found her mons, and her clitoris. As I watched  
her play with that dark-haired pussy, I could almost  
see that Josette's moist pussy lips were swollen with  
passion. 
 
I watched as they gently kissed each other as their  
fingers probed each other. Their mixed gentle musky  
smell was beginning to reach our row of chairs. They  
both opened their legs inviting each other to explore  
even more deeply. 
 
As they probed inside each other with glistening red  
fingernails, their passion increased as they began to  
awaken each other's deep sexual needs. I could smell  
their musky scent and feel the sexuality between  
them. 
 
Janet rotated her position so that she was in the  
classic sixty-nine position, as her lips sought Josette's  
mons. I couldn't see what Josette was doing, but  
assumed they were doing the same thing to each  
other. I could see Janet's tongue playing with Josette's  
clitoris as Josette spread her legs. Janet buried her  
face between Josette's legs, as she made all sorts of  
sucking and smacking sounds. 
 
Within another minute, both of them were humping  
each other's face, as they pleasured each other. For  
the next three or four minutes, they rolled over the  
floor, slightly changing position, but keeping a lip lock  
on each other, allowing a slight moan to occasionally  
escape. 
 
Then I saw Josette's legs tense as Janet recognized the  
rapidly approaching orgasm and increased her tongue  
action. Josette's orgasm occurred first, followed within  
ten seconds by Janet's orgasm. 
 
For the next twenty minutes, they shared multiple  
orgasms with each other before having a particularly  
long mutual orgasm. As they laid on the rug relaxing,  
their bodies coated with sweat, their faces covered with  
each other's juices, Margot proclaimed "The ladies put  
on a good show. And now its time for Act 2 of tonight's  
presentation. Ladies, you know what to do." 
 
Josette sat up and declared "During our lovemaking  
session, we exchanged bodies. I'm now Janet and this  
is Josette in my body. Ask me a question that only  
Janet would know, because you know very little about  
Josette's personal history." 
 
Diane was the first to respond. She asked "At the New  
York airport, I saw you reading a magazine and  
commented on one of the articles. What was the  
article?" 
 
Josette replied "It was Cosmopolitan and the article  
concerned medical insurance problems." 
 
When Diane nodded that the answer was correct, Jack  
asked "Do the school football cheer." 
 
Josette stood, did the complete "rah-boom-bah" cheer,  
complete with appropriate jumps, and "Go team" add- 
ons. Even I knew that the naked provincial farmgirl  
had never seen a football cheer, but somehow knew  
our school song and cheer. 
 
Brian pointed at Janet's body and asked "Josette, how  
do you make the daily bread." 
 
It was Janet's voice, but Josette's peasant dialect as  
she described every step of the local method used to  
make bread, that only Brian had observed in the  
village. 
 
After another ten minutes of questions, we came to the  
conclusion that it was possible that they had swapped  
bodies. The person in Josette's body knew the answer  
to every question and acted as if she was Janet. While  
the person in Janet's body acted as if she was a shy  
farmgirl. 
 
Then Margot declared "Enough. You either believe or  
refuse to believe so that a lifetime of questions still  
wouldn't convince you. Its time to wrap up tonight's  
business so that everyone can go back to bed. You can  
see that I possess the power to swap mortal bodies.  
Again two of you'll get presents tonight. Our sweet  
little Josette will entertain one of you and Janet will  
entertain the other. I'll replace one of them, assuming  
their body and personality. Again, Professor, you're left  
out of the sex, left to your own handy resources  
tonight. Please pardon the pun." 
 
Chapter 11 - The second vampire 
 
We discovered at breakfast the following morning, that  
Diane and Jack had sex with someone during the  
night. Diane claimed her visitor was Janet in Josette's  
body and Jack claimed his visitor was Josette in  
Janet's body. And we had a visitor; while losing one of  
our team members. Our visitor was Josette, in Janet's  
body, who claimed that Margot transported Janet in  
Josette's body back to her village to live as Josette for  
a couple of days. 
 
Again, nothing could be learned from examining them.  
And it was strange talking to Janet, hearing her  
respond as if she was the shy, naive farmgirl. 
 
That night, I laid in my bed, wondering what would  
occur during the night. If the next person changed  
personality as much as Janet did, we might want to  
re-think our plans. Its one thing to be transformed into  
something different, but its another to change the  
complete personality, which basically gets rid of the  
old person. I wasn't sure if I wanted my personality to  
be changed. 
 
****** 
 
I dozed off again, waking up when I heard a knocking  
on my door. I sat up, looked to see that it was 1 pm  
and called out "Come in." 
 
The door opened and Diane stuck her head in,  
carrying a video camera and tripod. She informed "I  
just gave Brian my other camera and he's putting it in  
Jack's room, where he's going to sit and film whatever  
occurs to Jack, if anything. I want to set this camera  
up to film me and was wondering if you would mind  
watching me." 
 
I thought about it for a moment and replied "Good  
ideal. Give me a minute and I'll be right over there." 
 
I threw on a sweatsuit and walked across the hall to  
Diane's room. She had just finished setting up the  
camera. I pulled a chair next to the camera and  
uttered "Wished that we had done this last week." 
 
"Yeah, hind sight is beautiful; unless its my hind that  
you're looking at. Well, the video's recording everything  
in the room. Time to turn in." 
 
She walked over to her bed, looked at me, then turned  
around so that she was facing the wall as she removed  
her top. Although we had seen each other naked as we  
examined everyone's bodies, she was still reluctant to  
display her body to me. She slid under the covers,  
removed her jeans under the covers and laid back on  
the pillow as she nodded "Good night." 
 
For the next hour, I watched her as she slept. Then I  
felt the first chill. The room was getting colder and I  
only had a light sweatsuit on. I quietly looked around  
the room, looking for a spare blanket when she  
requested "Why don't you get under the covers. There's  
enough room for both of us." 
 
"I don't think I should. After all, someone has to  
remain objective." 
 
"Listen Professor, you can't be objective if there's no  
evidence. The camera is focused on us. If anything  
occurs, it'll be recorded on the film tomorrow morning.  
And you know that nothing is supposed to happen to  
you this early in the game. I'm the one at risk." 
 
Something compelled me to agree to her suggestion. I  
slipped my shoes off and crawled under the covers,  
leaving my sweatsuit on. She turned around so that  
she was facing me in the dimly lit bed. Then she asked  
"Why did you want to screw Janet and never  
considered me? Is it because I'm overweight and don't  
take care of my appearance?" 
 
"Janet's a very attractive woman and its difficult to not  
be attracted to her." I replied, hoping that she wouldn't  
continue this line of questions, yet intrigued by where  
it was headed. 
 
She only responded "I'm horny tonight but I've never  
voluntary allowed a man to fuck me. Can I show you a  
game I like to play?" as she scooted across the bed so  
that she was scant inches from me. For just a minute,  
I regretted my decision to come into her bedroom, then  
changed my mind as her hand found my sweatsuit  
trousers and plunged her hand inside, grasping my  
cock with her fat fingers. 
 
Well, making love to a fat woman isn't that bad, I  
thought. I scooted over closer to her, smelling her very  
strong personal odor, and feeling the heat emitting  
from her body. 
 
She pulled the cover back slightly exposing one large  
bare breast capped with a puffy pink nipple clearly  
visible in the low light. Then I looked directly into  
Diane's lust filled eyes. Just as I was about to pull my  
trousers down, she gently shook her head. Confused  
and not knowing what she wanted, I just lay  
unmoving. 
 
She began to slowly trace the outline of my lips using  
the light touch of her fingertips while staring into my  
eyes. Her fingers traced my lips four times before her  
fingertip probed against my lips, seeking entry to my  
mouth. I opened my lips allowing her to ease her finger  
between my teeth until her two fingers gently held my  
tongue. 
 
I closed my lips around her finger and began to suck  
on them. Using a gentle pressure, she guided my  
mouth to her large bare breast where I quickly  
comprehended what she desired. I opened my mouth  
and kissed her large puffy pink areola before I began to  
gently suck on it, causing an involuntary gasp to  
escape Diane's lips. 
 
Diane began to lightly rub my crotch in a circular  
motion with the palm of her hand until she had a solid  
erection. She thrust her hand inside my sweatpants,  
grabbed my waiting erection and began jacking me off. 
 
Her large breasts were almost too big and soft for my  
personal pleasure. I like firm, solid youthful breasts  
with big nipples, such as Josette's breasts. She could  
tell that I was a little reluctant to proceed much  
further because she rolled over, forcing her tit more  
into my face as she stroked harder on my cock. 
 
She was pushing this large boob in my face and  
jacking me off, but sex with her wasn't as arousing as I  
wanted it to be. For just a moment, I fantasize about  
Josette and her breasts, pretending it was her nipples  
that I was sucking on. That simple thought was  
enough to cause me to tense, let a low groan escape  
my smothered mouth and then shoot my cum over her  
still jacking hand, feeling it get my sweatpants wet.  
She continued jacking me until it was all done, then  
she rolled back over on her back, pulling the cover up  
to her neck as she said "Good night. Glad that you  
enjoyed it." 
 
I rolled over, hoping that the camera had stopped. I  
wasn't really too interested in anyone seeing me in bed  
with Diane. Feeling relaxed, I drifted off to sleep,  
already hearing Diane's snores. 
 
****** 
 
"Wake up." someone screamed at me. 
 
I jumped, looking around, not recognizing the room  
where I was sleeping, then felt someone's hand on my  
shoulder. I remembered that I was in Diane's bed and  
rolled over to stare into my own face. 
 
For just a moment, my heart stopped. It was my face,  
my beard, my eyes staring back at me. Then it was my  
voice from the other person asking "Who are you?" 
 
I responded "Professor Johnson, who are you?" but it  
wasn't my normal baritone voice that I was hearing. It  
was a female voice. I looked down and saw a wide set  
of female breasts hanging down from my chest. I  
looked back up as my twin replied "It's me. I'm really  
Diane and I think that we swapped bodies while we  
slept." 
 
I sat up, discovering that it was difficult with the  
heavier chest weight as I threw the covers off me. It  
was true. I was now in  Diane's overweight, pasty white  
body. I had her pink panties on, and could clearly see  
a dark feminine mound under her panties. I looked at  
the body beside me, recognizing my still dressed body  
under the sweatsuit. 
 
She stood up and walked over to a mirror, staring into  
it as she asked in my masculine baritone voice "How  
could this happen?" 
 
I fell back onto the pillow and replied in her soprano  
voice "I'm beginning to believe that when Margot is  
involved, anything is possible. My main concern is,  
how long will we be trapped in each other's body?" 
 
He or she or whatever pronoun you chose, was still  
standing in front of the mirror, stroking his beard as  
he turned and examined himself from several different  
angles. I watched Diane as she removed the sweatsuit  
top and stared at her flabby male chest. She rubbed  
her fingers over the nipples once then, stuck her  
thumbs into the sweatpants and dropped them to the  
ground. She spread her legs and held the shrunken  
cock as she examined it, with it's wrinkled foreskin.  
Then she looked back at me, as she sighed "You might  
be right. It's possible that we could be in each other's  
body only until daybreak. We've got to hurry." 
 
"Hurry and do what?" I asked, afraid of the potential  
answer. 
 
She did one of those bodybuilder poses, concentrating  
on the chest muscles as she watched her reflection in  
mirror before she replied "Make love, of course. This  
might be our only opportunity to see what's it like to  
have sex as the opposite gender.  And think how  
wonderful it'll be, to have your own body as your  
partner." 
 
I looked down at the flabby, white female boobs  
hanging down from my chest and responded "My own  
body was my partner too many nights. Count me out.  
I'm not interested." 
 
Diane turned and looked at me with a puzzled look on  
her face. Or on my former face. Then she apologized  
"Sorry that you feel that way, but I want to experience  
a little bit more out of life. It's your loss." 
 
Diane pulled up her sweatpants and walked toward  
the door as she declared "I'm going to find one of those  
three females and fuck them. Which room do you  
think Josette might be in?" 
 
When I didn't respond, Diane grunted and shut the  
door as she walked out. I laid there, wanting to cry,  
feeling trapped in her flabby, ugly body. Her flabby,  
ugly body that had to pee. 
 
I felt funny and attributed it to female hormones.  I felt  
so depressed and was fighting the desire to just lay in  
bed and cry.  
 
I pushed the covers away, feeling the breasts swing as  
I moved again. I sat up, picked up her sweats and  
pulled them on. Then I walked over to the door, feeling  
my large breasts jiggle as I walked. I tightly crossed my  
arms, locking the breasts into place so they wouldn't  
move. I was a breast man, but this was too much for  
me. 
 
I looked out in the hallway, glad that it was empty. I  
rushed down to the bathroom, feeling my breasts try  
to bounce up and down, even with my arms pressing  
them to my side. God, how can she live with this much  
jiggle? 
 
In the bathroom, I pulled the sweatpants down and  
then the panties before I sat on the commode. It felt  
weird to pee as the rush of water came gushing out of  
my pee hole. I wiped myself dry and pulled my pants  
back up. I started to walk out of the bathroom and saw  
my reflection in the mirror. For just a moment, I  
paused, staring at my new body. It was a female body  
which was something that I had fantasized about, but  
it was an ugly, overweight, unattractive body. Why  
couldn't it have been Josette's body or Janet's body  
again that I was trapped in. Not this one. 
 
I quickly walked back to her room, walking into the  
room to discover my former body was already in the  
bed. Diane angrily declared "I can't find anyone and I  
can't get into Jack's room. So I came back.  Would you  
like to re-consider your decision?" 
 
I looked at the smile on my former face and replied "I  
think I'll go back to my room. I need to get some  
sleep." 
 
I turned around to discover the door that I had just  
walked through, was now locked. I couldn't get it to  
open. My former voice declared "Looks like someone  
else wants you to have sex with me." 
 
Its one thing to fight a war, its another to know when  
to lose a battle with minimal damage. I removed my  
sweatsuit top, dropping it on the floor, then pushed  
my sweatpants down around my ankles, stepping out  
of the panties at the same time. I looked at myself in  
the bedroom mirror, seeing my new overweight, flabby  
body, with huge sagging breasts, and a mass of dark  
pubic hair between my white legs. 
 
As I walked naked toward the bed and my waiting  
former body, I began to experience a tingling sensation  
in my nipples and pussy. By the time I reached the  
bed, I was beginning to feel slightly horny and my  
depression was gone. 
 
I eased under the covers as Diane replied "Would you  
believe me if I told you that I've never fucked a woman  
before? That I think you've got a beautiful body?" 
 
As I pulled the cover up to my armpits, I responded  
"Fucking liar." 
 
Diane held up a pair of silk panties as she whispered "I  
loved the tantalizing sensation of pure silk against my  
skin. I think that you'll like it too." 
 
I felt her large male hands rub across my thighs as she  
rubbed the cool fabric against my pussy and then up  
over my nipples before repeating the cycle. I shut my  
eyes and let myself enjoy her foreplay. I could feel  
myself getting wet and it was getting difficult to keep  
from rubbing my pussy. 
 
I felt Diane's hand pressed against my hardening  
nipples as she whispered "I like the way this beard  
feels. I wish I could grow a beard and still look normal.  
I used to have a girlfriend that had a soft, red pussy  
that felt like this. When we change back to our normal  
bodies, please eat my pussy. I'm going to show you  
what I like for women to do to me, so just sit back and  
enjoy." 
 
I gasped as her mouth began to rub my nipple as my  
former beard teased the rest of my breast. I had never  
felt anything like that feeling. As she nibbled on one of  
my nipples, one of her hands eased down to my pussy.  
She began to rub and stroke my cunt, causing my  
pussy juice to flow, making me feel all wet inside. As  
her fingers teased my vagina lips, I was very glad that  
Diane had insisted on sex. I felt very wet and was  
beginning to want to feel my old cock slide up inside  
me. 
 
Diane's finger was rubbing my pussy lips, then found  
what I recognized as a clitty because of the electrical  
shocks as she touched it. I moaned as Diane began to  
rub it harder. When her finger eased into my vagina  
opening, I could already feel a climax building up. I  
groaned, grabbing her hand as one wet finger pushed  
up into my cunt, causing my pussy walls to spasm as I  
experienced a female orgasm. 
 
I reached for his cock with my hand but he whispered  
"You know what I really want, don't you?  Show me  
what it feels like, please." 
 
Five minutes ago, I would've punched him for making  
such a suggestion. Now, it seemed very reasonable for  
us to do to each other. He threw the covers back,  
exposing us to the still running camera; but I didn't  
care what the camera recorded now. I turned over and  
ran my tongue down his hairless chest, until I got to  
the little clump of pubic hair, seeing my soft cock, but  
from a much different perspective. 
 
I blowed a warm breath of air on his limp cock,  
observing a slight reaction in his anticipation of my  
next movement. Still feeling all wet inside from my very  
recent orgasm, made me feel very bold so I trailed the  
tip of my tongue slowly down the shaft from the  
cockhead to the balls, feeling the pubic hair tickle my  
face. 
 
As he moaned, I licked his balls, taking one of the balls  
into my mouth, as I lathered the delicate flesh with my  
warm spit. I traced my tongue back up the shaft,  
finding the little opening at his head, and a little  
precum, which I licked. 
 
He groaned and his legs tensed as I breathed on the  
wet, now erect cock. I wrapped a hand around my  
former, but now Diane's, hard cock as I began to jack  
him off. I inserted the cockhead fully into my mouth  
and begin to suck him as I pushed the cock back into  
my mouth, trying to ignore the gag reflex. 
 
My mouth is stretched from the cock as I pumped it in  
and out of my mouth, as I changed rhythm and  
alternated sucking and stretching. He was trying to  
keep from humping my face, but I felt his hands in my  
hair, holding my head as he began to fuck my open  
mouth. 
 
I could hear him moan, knowing that I wanted to  
moan also, but couldn't because my mouth was still  
wrapped tightly around the cock. His hips thrust  
upward, pushing the cockhead deeper into my mouth,  
until my lips were around the base. His breathing was  
getting faster, harsher, and his moans were getting  
louder and longer. Louder, until he tensed, grabbed  
my head and held me in that cocksucking position. I  
took a deep breath through my nose, feeling the cock  
pumping the cum through the penis's inner body,  
waiting for that first spurt of cum. 
 
He groaned as the first spurt roared down my mouth. I  
tasted the saltiness of his warm cum as I slurped all of  
the cum, swallowing it as it pumped into my mouth.  
Finally he is finished and is growing flaccid within my  
mouth. I moved my head slightly, letting the cock slide  
out of my mouth, but I keep my head resting on his  
still rapid breathing belly. We lie like that for several  
minutes, as I watched the cock's occasional slight  
jerking from after-spasms. 
 
After five minutes, I whispered "Now, its my turn. I  
know for sure, that you're good for at least one more  
time, maybe two times before you have to go to sleep." 
 
Chapter 12 - Aunt Bea? 
 
I woke up feeling slightly disoriented. I knew that I  
wasn't in my bedroom, so where was ? Rolling over to  
look at the clock restored my memory. My heart  
almost stopped when I saw my sleeping face on the  
other pillow, restoring my memory of not only where I  
was, but whose body I was in. 
 
Shit, I was hoping that we would've changed back  
before daybreak. It looks like I'm stuck with being in  
her body for a while. I sat up slightly so I could see the  
alarm clock. I had overslept again. 
 
I sat up, feeling tenderness in my breasts from where  
Diane had sucked on them as if she was going to get a  
gallon of milk from me, come hell or high water. I had  
that weird pressure on my bladder again, which meant  
that I had to quickly pee. 
 
I slipped on the sweats and went to the bathroom.  
After peeing, I undressed and climbed into the shower,  
enjoying the warm water cascading over my skin,  
cleansing me. After washing carefully, I turned the  
water off and dried off. When I opened the shower stall  
door, I saw Diane sitting on the bench. 
 
She said "I thought that you might need some help  
with your clothes and hair. Looks like we have to do  
some personal adjusting to the facts of life today.  I'll  
show you what you need to know to live as a woman, if  
you'll do the same for me." 
 
"Thanks.  First thing that you should be aware of, is  
that men always give phony names.  If I get pregnant  
because of what you wanted to do last night..." I  
muttered, still feeling funny because of being in a  
female body and leaving the sentence unfinished.  I  
was glad that she had thought to bring clean clothes,  
because I wasn't looking forward to putting her dirty  
sweatsuit back on. 
 
She held out a white bra and matching panties. I  
didn't want to put the bra on, but more importantly, I  
didn't want to deal with bouncing boobs all day. 
 
I put the bra on, but couldn't fasten it. Diane laughed  
as her fingers fastened the snaps for me. When the bra  
was secured, Diane's hands rubbed against my boobs  
as she said "Thank you for last night. As you know, I'm  
a confirmed lesbian and don't have any personal desire  
to have sex with men. Sex with a woman fulfills me in  
ways that sex with a man can't. I think it's because  
women are more gentle and passionate than men are. I  
like a woman's special, more personal passion, so  
having you make love to me last night was two treats.  
Not only did I get to make love to my former body, but I  
discovered sex from a male perspective and I really  
enjoyed it. Thank you." 
 
I looked at Diane and replied "You can suck my cock  
sometime and pay me back." 
 
She helped me dress and comb my wet, long hair.  
Then we walked down to the kitchen. The bra kept my  
boobs from bouncing but it cut into my shoulders,  
with all the weight that it supported. 
 
Taking a deep breath, I entered the kitchen, instantly  
seeing Brian, Jack and Josette in Janet's body sitting  
around the table. Josette and Brian were playing some  
type of card game, and Jack was wearing sunglasses. 
 
Brian looked at Diane, thinking that Diane was me as  
he said "It was Jack. During the middle of the night,  
Josette came through a locked door, and allowed him  
to suck a hole in her neck, and to suck her blood.  
Then they fucked as they floated in the air. I got it all  
on film." 
 
Diane looked at me and then announced "I think that  
we need to tell you something." 
 
Five minutes later, we were still answering weird  
questions from Brian, trying to convince him what  
occurred to us. Jack was leaned back in his chair,  
staring at the ceiling, acting as if he didn't care what  
had occurred to us. 
 
We quickly decided that Diane and I would retain our  
names and identity, just as we had continued calling  
Janet and Josette by name, regardless of which body  
they were in. So everyone would address my former  
body as Diane and my new female body as Professor. 
 
We questioned Jack about his experience and  
examined his body, not finding anything new or  
seriously abnormal; except for the expected change in  
his attitude toward the team. Then we watched the  
film of Jack and Josette as Jack drained her body of  
blood. 
 
Brian, Diane and I were in the library discussing our  
options. Brian suggested "Maybe we ought to cancel  
this project and leave. The things that are occurring  
are beginning to get to me." 
 
From the corner of the room, which was empty only  
moments before, Margot stated "You had your  
opportunity to back out and declined. A deal is a deal  
and you're still in the game." 
 
She stepped forward, until she was standing directly in  
front of me. She smiled a sad little smile at me as she  
sighed "Seems that I mis-read the instructions on the  
body exchange procedures. Looks like you're stuck in  
each other's body until I figure out why I can't change  
you back. If you would like, I can induce a little spell  
that will make you happy about your new body and  
gender?" 
 
"No more spells, except to return us to our rightful  
bodies. That wasn't part of our agreement." I replied. 
 
"My dear Diane, or do you want me to call you by your  
first name. Somehow, Professor Ben doesn't seem  
right. How about Aunt Bea? Or Betty? I like Aunt Bea,  
so that's your new name.  Anyway, it was part of our  
agreement that I demonstrate my powers to you. I  
guarantee that you'll never forget this demo." 
 
"Call me Professor. Where is Janet and when are your  
going to bring her back?" I angrily asked. 
 
"Right now, I think that she's carrying lunch out to the  
field for her father and boyfriend. She adapted quite  
well to being a farmgirl, fixing her family meals,  
washing their clothes, and all of the other normal serf  
tasks. She's quite happy with her new lifestyle and  
identity. When I move her back into her former body, I  
think that you'll see a big change in her personality.  
Just as you are seeing a change in Diane's personality  
as she adapts to her new masculine body that is so full  
of testosterone and matches her real personality. Some  
of that miss rich bitch personality has been replaced  
by Janet's new servant attitude. Janet's blending in so  
well, that even Stevan thinks that the girl he fucked  
last night, was sweet little Josette. I'll bring her back  
in a week or so. With the new Aunt Bea and the new  
Janet running around here, that's all the pussy that  
our guys will need." 
 
****** 
 
During that week, Jack changed more, becoming as  
distant toward the team as Janet had become. Jack  
consistently called me Aunt Bea, refusing to call me  
anything else.  I fussed a little until the other team  
members also started calling me Aunt Bea and then I  
gave up.  I didn't particularly like the name but I  
agreed that it fit my new body, with my house mother  
personality. 
 
I recognized that I was changing as I adapted to being  
in a woman's body.  Diane hadn't brought any make- 
up with her except a tube of lipstick, but I  
experimented with Janet's large stock of make-up.  For  
some very strange reason, I felt very comfortable  
walking around, feeling my breasts jiggle as I moved;  
feeling my lingerie gently rub my very sensitive skin.  
 
Diane also changed more than I expected.  She became  
even more masculine and seemed to be extremely  
happy with the concept of being in a male body.    
 
Josette disappeared and the real Janet was still stuck  
in some village, leaving me with the only female body  
and three suddenly horny guys. I discovered that I was  
also extremely horny.  So much that I was allowing  
myself to be fucked by each of them at least once a  
day. 
 
I discovered that a lot of my time was being used to  
satisfy the men and to clean up afterwards. Especially  
to satisfy Diane and her almost constant surging  
testosterone desires.  While everyone admitted that I  
was really still the Professor and still in charge of the  
team, some of the normal tasks became my  
responsibility.  I discovered that I liked to cook and the  
team liked the way that I cleaned up the kitchen as I  
cooked, so everyone deferred the cooking rotation  
schedule so that I was the cook.  I didn't mind because  
Diane had assumed a more aggressive research  
schedule, so it balanced out. 
 
So about the second day, I recovered some time by  
taking two of them on at once, sucking one as the  
other fucked me. We even went for a sloppy thirds and  
fourths one afternoon. 
 
Other things were also changing. The men had  
changed in the way they treated me. Just because they  
were fucking me, they also treated me as their cook  
and laundry woman, expecting me to handle those  
mundane chores. While I expected it from Jack, I  
didn't expect Brian to treat me that way, much less  
Diane, who was trying to assume the leadership  
position of our group, by calling meetings while I  
would be cleaning up the kitchen. 
 
Just as Jack's attitude was changing, Brian told me  
that Diane and my attitude had also changed. And  
Brian was worried about Janet, who hadn't been seen  
in a week. Even Margot couldn't be found. We were the  
only ones hanging around the castle. 
 
****** 
 
It was Thursday and tonight was the night that the  
next person would be chosen. After breakfast, Brian  
disappeared while I sewed up a rip in Jack's trousers.  
Diane and I were reviewing books in the library after  
lunch when Brian stuck his head in. 
 
"I just tried to do something foolish. I tried to run  
away, but every path leaving the castle goes in a circle  
until it comes back to the castle. I used the sun as a  
compass guide and headed south and still came back  
to the castle. We can't leave if we want to. What are we  
going to do?" he asked. 
 
Diane stroked her neatly trimmed beard before  
responding "Sounds like we are trapped. At least  
through tonight. Looks like it's either you or me,  
tonight, Brian." 
 
He turned to me. I was sipping my cup of hot tea as I  
looked at an old book. Instead of studying the text, I  
was examining the drawings, looking at the clothes  
that the women wore, thinking about how miserable it  
would be to have to wear a corset, hoops, and to wear  
that ugly hairstyle. 
 
****** 
 
That night as we sat around the fireplace, Janet and  
Josette returned; with Margot sitting in the chair  
beside me. As we watched, Jack joined the three of  
them in the center of the rug, making love to each  
other in a m,nage _ trois, before collapsing from their  
spent passion. 
 
As a continuing demonstration of her powers, Margot  
returned Janet and Josette to their rightful bodies,  
then swapped Jack and Janet, so that Jack was now  
in Janet's female body. But somehow, Jack's new  
female body was modified so it had a cock. It was  
Janet's body, but with a cock instead of a vagina.   
 
Margot returned Josette to her home; so for the next  
week there were still four horny cocks constantly  
poking at me, except there were now two of us to do  
the cooking and cleaning. Jack pitched in with the  
household chores as if he had been doing them all of  
his life.  Just as I had been feeling very feminine since  
being transformed into Aunt Bea, so did Jack change,  
allowing his feminine side to control his new body. And  
just as Diane had increased testosterone, so did Janet  
in Jack's body.  Between the two of them, I was almost  
constantly in bed as they relieved themselves into my  
feminine inner depths. 
 
The person converted that night was Brian, so only  
Diane and myself were left. Over the next week, Brian  
also changed personalities, become slightly reclusive  
except when he wanted sex; walking around during  
the daytime wearing those damn sunglasses. 
 
The following Thursday, we all knew it was Diane's  
turn. Diane and I also tried to leave the Castle,  
returning repeatedly to the same place where we had  
just left. There was no way to leave the castle without  
Margot's permission. 
 
That night, Brian joined Jack, and Janet on the rug as  
they did a cocksucking threesome. Margot declared  
that she had demonstrated enough of her powers and  
if we didn't believe by now, it was too fucking late. She  
looked at me as she softly commanded "Next week is  
your turn." 
 
Diane joined them that night. She was now one of  
them and I was by myself. They sat around and talked,  
laughed, shutting up whenever I came near them. I  
was the outsider.  I was not wearing sunglasses or  
eating my meat raw, so I didn't blend in. 
 
I was in my room. It was really Diane's room, but we  
had swapped ever since the exchange. I looked at  
myself in the mirror and really noticed something for  
the first time. Instead of seeing the sloppy image of  
Diane's body wearing sweats, with dirty, unkempt hair  
and no make-up, I was seeing a different image  
instead of her old ragged student look. Although I had  
started out looking that way, I had started washing  
and fixing my hair, wearing make-up and more normal  
female clothes. Staring back at me from the mirror,  
was the image of a over-weight woman, all clean, fixed  
up, and ready to go out on a date. Without realizing  
what was occurring, I had been learning how to fix  
myself up and make myself presentable. 
 
I had also learned how to adapt and live as a woman. I  
was quite comfortable with my new body, my new  
sexual role and my place within our small society. I  
was their wife. I didn't realize that I had been gradually  
changing, until I was no longer the person that I used  
to be. 
 
There was no team, so there was no use to have any  
meetings or do any research. I couldn't escape and  
their demands on my body kept me occupied. If I  
wasn't in bed with one of them, I was in the kitchen  
cooking. I discovered that I enjoyed cooking the pasta  
dinners and baking. Instead of sitting in the library  
reading, I would sit in the kitchen, smelling the aroma  
of my baking bread as I sipped my tea and looked at  
the copies of the old Cosmo magazines that I found in  
one of the rooms.  Jack was my best friend because we  
practiced our make-up skills on each other as we fine- 
tuned our feminine skills. As for research, my team did  
nothing, but sit around and talk. It wasn't as if they  
shunned me, but rather that I was the outsider and  
their servant. Or whore. I accepted both roles. 
 
I did get a little relief from the constant demands on  
my body because Margot was now letting the men  
alternate sleeping with her.   
 
The following Thursday, there were only two chairs  
around the rug. I sat down in my usual chair, sipping  
my tea as Janet, Diane, Jack and Brian took their  
place on the rug. Margot sat down in the empty chair  
beside me. She smiled as she reported "You've  
changed a lot. No one would ever recognize you as the  
stuffy old Professor who doesn't do adequate research  
for his books. Or would recognize you as the dirty,  
opinionated student, whose body you turned into your  
own." 
 
I sipped my tea, before responding "I've learned to  
accept my fate. Just as I accepted this female identity  
that you forced on me, I'll accept whatever you do to  
me next." 
 
"Tonight my dear Aunt Bea, it'll be me coming to your  
bed. Your friends will find ways to entertain  
themselves. In the morning, you'll feel no different.  
Tomorrow night, I'll come back, but this time, you'll  
almost die. You'll go into a coma. When you wake up  
in three weeks, it'll be a new you. I'll restore everyone's  
body after I rotate the other men through being the  
farmgirl and living as her in her village for a couple of  
weeks as they explore the feminine side of their  
personality. Because of your death transformation,  
You'll be a level 3 vampire and more powerful than all  
of the team. I'll send you and your friends back to the  
states, back to your school. You'll resume your lives,  
and you'll write the book that you promised." 
 
I sipped my tea before sighing "That's what I thought  
that you would do, so that's why I gave up researching  
last week and concentrated on enhancing my cooking  
skills. Too bad that you thought about almost every  
thing. But I've thought of a way to resolve that minor  
problem." 
 
She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face  
before she quizzed "I don't understand. Explain." 
 
I spent the next five minutes explaining my plan.  
When I was finished, she smiled and confirmed using  
only two words "I agree." 
 
Chapter 13 - Return to campus life 
 
Summer was over and it was the first day of the new  
fall schedule. The classroom was packed with new  
students and returning students who wanted to see  
what occurred to the team as a result of the Vampire  
study. Everyone was aware of the ten thousand dollar  
challenge. Even the Dean was sitting in the classroom,  
trying to figure out what would occur. He had received  
a cryptic telegram instructing him to schedule the  
classes and that someone would be there to teach the  
classes. 
 
The starting bell rang and a low buzz was going  
through the packed classroom, as a door opened at the  
back of the podium. Professor Ben Johnson marched  
across the platform, leaned on the podium and said  
"Thank you for your support during my research  
project. I know that you're eager to hear what  
happened so let me introduce the members of our  
team." 
 
He turned toward the back of the classroom. The door  
opened and Janet Markson stepped out, wearing a  
tight fitting dress, showing off her curves and new tan.  
She smiled and waved as Professor Johnson's voice  
introduced her. Then Jack Robertson stepped out,  
doing a wave at the classroom as he stood beside  
Janet. The Professor introduced Jack as Brian stepped  
out onto the platform. The Professor's amplified voice  
echoed around the room as he announced "Mr. Brian  
Edwards. I'm sorry that I do have to report a missing  
student, Miss Diane Walker is no longer with us  
because of an illness." 
 
There was a pause and a mummer floated through the  
crowd as they exchanged comments quietly within the  
crowd. The Professor gave it a moment to quieten down  
before continuing "Toward the middle of our study,  
Miss Walker became ill and had to receive medical  
treatment. While being treated, she found that the  
local hospital needed a research assistance, so she  
accepted a position with them. We wish Miss Walker  
good luck in her future. So that left one return ticket  
not being used." 
 
He paused again and looked at the door. Josette,  
wearing a tight, form-fitting dress that revealed her  
curves, beautiful legs, and cleavage, stepped onto the  
podium. As she walked over to center stage to join the  
other team members, there were several appreciative  
whistles from the assembled students.  Part of which  
could be contributed to the fact that the young  
attractive, shapely woman was obviously not wearing a  
bra. Josette flushed and flashed a big smile, causing  
several more whistles from the audience. The Professor  
held up his hands as he exclaimed "With the  
remaining ticket, I brought a young exchange student  
back to our school. Please welcome Josette Vlad to our  
school and country." 
 
There was polite applause as well as some more  
whistles. The Professor held his hand up as he  
continued "Today's lecture will be simple and to the  
point. While there isn't any conclusive evidence that  
vampires exist, its more likely that they do exist. Our  
research proved that my book, while not wrong, wasn't  
correct in several areas also. I plan to write a new book  
this fall and correct my errors. That's my lecture for  
today. See you tomorrow." 
 
He turned, walking off the stage, as the team followed  
him. In the stands, the students stood up and started  
leaving the classroom. The Dean stood up and noted   
"I was very surprised. Johnson doesn't usually change  
his mind after he commits his thoughts to a book. I'm  
Dean Wilson. And you are?" 
 
The attractive woman that he just happened to be  
sitting next to, smiled as she said "Margot. My friends  
call me Margot. So nice to meet you." 
 
Back behind the stage, Josette queried Janet who was  
putting her prescription sunglasses on "Did you hear  
the way they whistled at me? That's going to take some  
time to get used to." 
 
Janet smiled and replied "Don't worry. You'll do fine  
and there are more than enough boys to go around for  
all of us girls." 
 
Professor Johnson was talking to Miss Eve Linden  
from the English Department as he held her hand.   
Miss Linden had a happy little smile on her face; the  
sort of smile that lovers share with each other just  
after an enjoyable lovemaking session. Professor  
Johnson walked up to the girls and said "I got the  
schedules, so I need to go to my office and prepare for  
my next class; while Eve brings me up to date on  
changes that occurred over the summer. Are you going  
to be all right?" 
 
Josette turned and looked into the mirror, seeing the  
image of the attractive woman being reflected back to  
her. Her natural striking beauty had been enhanced  
since she learned how to correctly apply American  
make-up and had a profession hairstyle. She smiled as  
she remembered what a difficult choice it had been to  
leave Romaniarc and Castle Atle, which she now  
considered to be her home. But her place was really  
here in the states, being an active member of Professor  
Johnson's team. She had a lot of things to do, with the  
first project being to help Professor Johnson re-write  
his book. The next project was to write her own book,  
which would be another book on vampires.  But  
written from the perspective of a young peasant  
woman growing up in the shadow of a vampire castle,  
knowing that she was a distant relative of the  
vampires. 
 
She smiled at her mirror image as she wondered what  
the real Josette was doing back in Romaniarc, now  
that she and Stevan had married. She smiled as  
Margot walked up to her and whispered "You look  
beautiful and so naturally feminine. I don't blame you  
for not going back to your birth body and wanting me  
to turn you into Josette's twin. And Diane's personality  
has improved so much since she decided that she  
wanted to live the life that you wanted to abandon. I  
think that the new Professor Johnson will have a more  
active sex life. This identity change should work out  
fine for both of you.  I hope you don't mind if I still  
occasionally call you Professor Ben or Aunt Bea,  
because that's how I still think about you." 
 
The End