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The Stone of Akmar I laid myself down on the bed and held the small precious stone before my eyes. It was slightly translucent, the light coming through as a deep red. Closing my eyes, I pressed it lightly against my forehead and waited. I knew what to expect this time. I vowed not to lose my nerve and break the connection, no matter what the outcome. When the vision came to me, it was with some relief that I found I was a man. The shock of last night was still with me. Finding myself as a woman, and then only seconds later, finding myself being sexually penetrated had been too shocking to deal with. I had not considered the possibility of being placed in a woman's mind. Yet I did not stop because it was terrible. I stopped because it had been devastatingly incredible and this upset me the most. I turned my attention to the vision before me. I was walking slowly, approaching a woman who was staring out over a balcony. She was strikingly beautiful, dressed in a long silken gown that begged for the touch of my hands. I knew instinctively that she was his wife. My new body stirred as I studied her and imagined making love to her. I suddenly became aware of my nakedness as my hardness rose achingly. As I approached her, it felt as though I was making the decisions but I knew it was just an illusion. I was a mere observer. He was the one in control and he knew nothing of my presence. Nevertheless, in my mind it was I who walked up behind her and pulled her gently back against me. Her soft, shuddering sigh stirred my passions higher as I lost myself completely in the moment. Copyright © 2000 Julian Renard.
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