I was a woman, kissing the vulva of another woman, and my own vulva was being kissed in turn, and by a woman. We performed mutual cunnilingus on each other, but then we took turns. We took great pains to be sure that all of our attentions were for no other purpose than to satisfy each other�s sexual requirements more thoroughly than any man in his ignorance could ever possibly do. I saw her nose in my pubic patch and felt her tongue, and as a woman, she knew just where to kiss and lick and touch. And she knew how to carry my orgasm to its greatest pitch.

And then we snuggled again, lying in each other�s arms, our legs comfortably entangled.

We were spent, and tired, and I reached over to her mouth and kissed her sweetly, touching her breast with my fingertips, and at that moment I remembered that I hadn�t had a sip of the elixir in a very long time.

That thought frightened me. I looked around to see where it was, and in so doing, I broke that dream and found myself in another one. I was standing now. I tried to see my girlfriend, but she was gone.

I saw the glass on a table. I ran for it and was about to take a sip when I heard a rough voice order, �Put that down!�

In an instinctive fear, I put the glass down on the table quickly, obediently. I was terrified. As the man who hired Dana, the Lizard Bitch, I knew exactly where I was and why, but the person I had become didn�t know anything at all. I looked at myself and saw I was still a female. I was wearing a short blue skirt and a white blouse. A summer outfit. A quick peek showed I was wearing a bra. I pulled at my hair and found I was a blonde. I was wearing no shoes. I had bruises on my legs and arms. All this was in an instant after the man ordered me to put down the glass.

I looked and saw the rough man who had entered the room. He was in a dirty T-shirt and blue jeans. He was in his forties and he had a weathered face like a workman accustomed to outside toil. And when he advanced towards me, my whole body fired up in fear and I shrank away from him with a dull sense of hopelessness, because I knew I was going to be beaten and raped. I knew it because I recognized the man. This man had raped before, in this very room. I knew that I was a teenager, a virgin, and that his penis was enormous.

I pleaded with him. �Please,� I said, but I could hear my voice and I knew instinctively that my pleading only acted to excite him. And when he grabbed my arm and twisted it, I knew my pain was his pleasure. He hit me and I went down and then I felt my clothes being ripped from my body. I had been a female only a short while, but already I knew that I had to hide my breasts from his view.

I was naked. I tried to crawl away but he grabbed me and flipped me over on my back. I tried to curl up into a ball but he had my wrists. I screamed and he hit me again. He whispered that if I made another sound, he would kill me, and I knew he would because a short while before, I would have killed that other girl; that other girl who was now me.

He forced my thighs apart and had my wrists pinned tight and painful against the wood floor and I thought I remembered there being a carpet, and then I remembered remembering that before.

With my wrists pinned and my legs wide apart, I never felt so completely naked; so completely exposed before. Even as the imbecile masturbating on the stage in front of the packed opera house, I hadn�t felt so exposed. They could laugh at me, but they couldn�t kill me.

Or rape me.

I glanced down and saw that enormous penis; the one I had used earlier when I was the rapist, and not the rapee. I knew the pleasure a man could provide, but I knew this time I was a virgin and that monster in his hand, aimed at my vagina, was not for making love. His organ was a weapon, designed for rape and nothing else.

And now, I felt it at my crotch. He had lubricated me with some spittle on his fingers, but it wasn�t nearly enough. When his dry member entered my dry vagina, the pain was more than I could comprehend. I turned my head to the side with my mouth opened wide. I tried to scream with the pain, but no sound came out. I think I blacked out for a moment.

I remember I couldn�t look at him. I knew he was grinning because I remembered grinning, but I couldn�t bring myself to look at him. My distress was his victory. I could feel my blood acting as a vile lubricant as he proceeded with the rape. He grabbed my breast and squeezed it so hard and then he bit the nipple and I knew it would never heal completely.

If he managed to leave the nipple attached to my body, I knew it would be forever mangled and that it would be a constant reminder of this moment when my humiliation was the only thing greater than my pain. There was nothing private for me. As he stroked in and out of my unwilling body, I noticed that the sensation of intercourse was new to me. I knew I had made love only a short while earlier as a woman to a man, but now I was a virgin and had never felt a penis before.

I twisted and writhed but still he kept pumping away at me. And then I felt the hot fluid making the damn thing slippery for the first time. The monster�s seed was inside me. I knew that no amount of washing would clean his filth from my most intimate parts. And I knew I was ovulating. The age-old question regarding the morality of abortion may never be decided by the societies of the inhabited galaxy, but in my family it was decided long ago. That sixteen-year-old girl who was me at that time and during that rape, had a father who would never allow abortion, even if it meant I had to deliver the baby of this monster.

The man pulled out and began kicking me, and I saw the elixir and somehow, I was able to drink it without him stopping me. The dream changed even as I heard an audience somewhere in the distance laughing and cheering. I shuddered.

I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I gasped and turned to see a handsome young man smiling at me. He was muscular and he was naked. I took a quick, embarrassed look down and confirmed that I was still a woman. Then I took a quick, embarrassed look and confirmed that he was erect in my honor, and in my direction. I blushed. I wanted it, and he knew I wanted it.

We moved to the bed and we kissed for several moments before his hand gently pushed my thigh to the side. I was completely ready and his entry was without distress. I clenched my teeth with a joyful grimace, my eyes closed and a tear dripped out. Our copulation was as pleasant and relaxed as the rape had been distressing. It was love again, like that other time with that other male lover, only there was no talking this time, and it was more gentle.

I closed my eyes in a joyful sigh and when I opened them, there was another man. He was handsome, too, but he had dark hair and a beard. It tickled when we kissed.

I closed my eyes again and was not surprised to find another man on top of me. He was black and passionate and my milky skin contrasted so beautifully against his ebony. When I closed my eyes again, I found another man, and another, and another. And each one of them had a different body and a different penis, and every penis was angled a little differently, some larger some smaller, and some even smaller than the humble member I had attached when I first entered this room. Every penis was a joy to my female body. The men played with my nipples, and tickled my ears with their tongues and we kissed, and each time I found a new man above me, the love was even greater.

And then I remembered the elixir. I was a little distressed to see it was just out of reach. I had enough experience by now to know that wasn�t good.

I looked at the face of the man who was fucking me, and realized it was my dentist; the one who did my dental work when I was a child. He hadn�t changed. He was still old and still had bad breath. He leered at me. He knew who I was and I was humiliated. He had no business being so familiar with the daughter of his golf partner. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, it was my father�s pastor. I was almost as angry as I was embarrassed. I thought, this is a man of God! I wondered, How is it that I agreed to get laid by this ancient friend of the family? He came just as I closed my eyes. When I opened them, there above me was my worst fear.

�Daddy!� I cried. He looked at me with those stern eyes that always made me feel submissive and said, �Don�t ever tell your mother,� and I said meekly, �Yes, Daddy.� As he continued to drive home his pelvic thrusts, I closed my eyes to make him go away.

But he was still there when I opened my eyes again. I tried closing my eyes again, but it didn�t work. I reached for the elixir, but he grabbed my arm.

�Now, now, Baby,� he said as he had so many times before while trying to calm my distress. �Daddy knows what�s best for his little girl.�

I could see my body and I knew I was young. Very young. My breasts were only little nubs and my pubic patch was thin, light and fine. When I spoke, my voice was that of a young teen. That part of my brain that knew things, knew that this was not the first time my father had committed incest with me. My young vagina was accustomed to the older man�s entrance and I was experienced enough to understand what was happening.

I knew that this man would whip me with his belt if I were to resist him, and I knew that as much as I dreaded the belt, so much did I enjoy the sex. And I knew he didn�t want me to enjoy it. He wanted me to be obedient to his will, and nothing more. It was important to keep my enjoyment a secret. I swallowed hard as the motion of his hips took my breath away. I was desperate for him not to know I was so horny. He had said he knew what was best for me, and I answered, �Yes, Daddy.� My voice betrayed my heightened sensitivity.

�Now give your Daddy a kiss,� he said as he thrust in again and again. �Yes, Daddy,� I said obediently, and I reached up and kissed him on the cheek.

�No, no,� he scolded. �On the lips.�

�Yes, Daddy.� I reached up and gave him a girlish kiss with tightly closed lips. I made a smacking noise as I fell away.

�No, no,� he said with pique. �I mean like this.� He turned his head and put his lips on mine and I felt his tongue work its way into my mouth. We kissed like that for several moments as he continued to fuck me, and he pawed over my breasts and twisted me over so he could run his hand over my ass, and when he was done kissing me, he smiled down at me. �That�s how I want you to kiss me. Understand?�

�Yes, Daddy,� I replied obediently, still trying to hide my aroused condition from him.

�But only when your mother is not around. Understand?�

�Yes, Daddy.�

�Good,� he said with a fatherly smile and a little pinch of my nipple. �Now,� he said as though presenting a pupil with a spot quiz, �give your Daddy a kiss.�

I opened my mouth and kissed him just as he showed me. I took his head in my two young hands and pulled his mouth hard against mine and it excited him to a faster, harder intercourse. It excited me, too.

The kiss lasted several moments until I felt the glory of an orgasm beginning to dominate my stomach and thighs. I fell away from him and tried not to gasp.

�What�s the matter, Sweetheart?� he asked with fatherly concern.

�Nothing.� I managed to say it in a voice that somewhat approximated normal speech. It was essential that he not discover that I was cumming. He wouldn�t approve.

My whole body shuddered and he looked at me curiously with a furrowed brow. �What�s wrong, Kitty?�

As the hot flaring in my loins tried to pull my heart from its linkages, I said, �Nothing, Daddy.�

But he knew I was lying. He could see it in the way my body was shuddering, and my voice was straining, and my face had turned so hard with the power of it all. He got angry.

He slapped my face hard and called me a slut and I was crying because I loved my Daddy and didn�t want him to think I was a bad girl.

I reached for the elixir.

But it was gone!

No more!

My father was gone. All my lovers were gone. I was back to normal. Almost. I was...

Well, I was still a female, but I was rather flat- chested with a rather unimpressive ass. In fact, I was the woman I remembered as my wife. I looked around and saw Dana, the Lizard Bitch standing in the corner, only now the elixir was all gone and I saw her - or rather, him - as he really was. The wine they made me drink in the receptionist�s office had fooled me into seeing him as a rather attractive woman with a gorgeous body.

The venom had increased the deception, but now the deception was gone, and Dana, the Lizard Bastard was hovering over me, menacingly. He had the head of a dinosaur; not one of those sharp meat eaters, but the dull look of a large herbivore. He walked on four legs, though the front legs were very long so he walked almost erect. His tail shot up and out from behind and swished about sharply and menacingly.

And he was covered with scales. Where I had seen her as about half human before, I now saw him as total beast. His scales were a dull olive drab, and his tongue was a raspy whip. He approached me, and I said, �It�s over! The elixir is gone. I only have to switch back into my husband and I�ll be going.�

Dana, the Lizard Bastard paid no attention. I looked around for my husband�s clothes. I saw my wife�s clothes, but Dana, the Lizard Bastard prevented me from getting them. �It�s over,� I repeated, but the vile creature had me and I realized suddenly that it was far from over.

I saw a slit in the monster�s crotch. It was slowly pulling away to the sides and a pink organ began to emerge. The lizard pushed me back on the bed and quickly had my legs apart. I protested, �You don�t have to do this. I got my money�s worth and I want to go home! Just change me back into a man and I�ll go.�

Then, I realized the lizard couldn�t talk. He was a lizard.

As the ugly face came closer, I tried to squirm away from it, tossing my head left and right, but I suddenly felt his paw on the side of my face, and the claws were sharp and threatening. I knew if I tried to turn my face again, those claws would rip the flesh off my face.

The raspy whip tongue flicked across my face and before I knew it, it was in my mouth.

And the pink member was in my vagina.

And his tail was up my ass! His tail was tucked under and between his own legs, and it had simply slithered in through my sphincter!

And Dana, the Lizard Bastard began pumping away at me. He was cold; colder than any other time and his whole body was about me. I realized that of all my adventures the previous night, the only one I hadn�t experienced that I could think of then - was the act I was engaged in now: Bestiality!

The tongue wedged in and about and between my lips and it felt like a fine sandpaper. His pink organ was not large and it didn�t fill me up the way so many of the men had earlier, but the scales of his crotch played havoc with my clitoris and little by little, I began enjoying the sensation. His tail was a little disconcerting. It was pointed and looked sharp, and now it was up my ass. I could feel the tip exploring my large intestine, and pushing its way in deeper.

His thighs pushed my legs further apart and I could feel the almost cutting sharpness of his scales on the bottoms of my thighs. It was painful, and I pulled my knees up higher to protect my legs, and to provide him with easier entry. His paw covered my little breast and I could feel the claws on my chest, above my nipple. If he wasn�t careful, he would impale me with them, but that danger only made me more excited. He brought his big, dull, reptilian head down to my other breast and began rasping against the nipple and aureole with his dull, flat teeth. Then he sucked it.

He brought his head back up and this time I opened my mouth wide even before he could kiss me. His green face with its dull green eyes was about six inches above me and rather than lowering down to kiss me, he slowly extended his tongue out. It was tapered to a sharp point, like his tale. I saw it coming toward my mouth, and I left my mouth open for him. He touched my tongue with his, and then he began caressing the inside of my mouth with it. Then, he lowered his face and we kissed as that tongue went down my throat and began thrusting in counterpoint to his penis and tail.

He was strong enough to lift me and to continue fucking me in three orifices at once, all with no apparent effort. My mouth sucked his tongue greedily, my vagina took in his member happily, and my ass had never felt so erotic. (Stupid me had always assumed it was just for shitting.) And so he stood there on his two hind legs, holding me aloft in his arms, fucking me in three orifices at once, and I just stayed there, enjoying him, and wondering what was next.

When I came, it was not like before. It began as usual, but it grew slowly. I became impatient and rubbed my vulva against his groin to speed things along, but it didn�t work. He was in complete control. He simply plunged in again and again, deep with his tongue, his dick and his tail. Meanwhile, my orgasm still eluded me, though the preliminary tension continued to build.

I tried to squeal but his tongue filled my mouth. I don�t know how I was breathing, but I was. I tried to relax and then I tried to fight him. Nothing worked. His huge, muscular body just put me in my place and continued to bring me up, higher and higher, hotter and hotter, more and more urgently.

I was screaming through our sealed lips and about his deep, long tongue, and still that orgasm grew slowly like a cancer. It enveloped my loins. The heat radiated well up into my stomach and down my inner thighs. I wanted it to be over. I was in tears. I wasn�t sure it was a good thing. My breasts and calves were involved in it now, and the heat in my groin was greater than ever. I felt I was going fusion. My brain was throbbing and losing coherence. And still, the monster calmly fucked me without concern or even apparent interest in my condition.

My body shook uncontrollably. I felt like a white-hot bar of steel were broiling my insides. I would have bitten off his tongue but my teeth were clenched against his own teeth. I felt either his or my teeth would have to break in another moment, but he didn�t seem to notice as his tongue continued to bring my larynx to orgasm, and his tail brought my anus to orgasm, too. There were orgasms going on all through my body, singly and in pairs, locally and universally. But it was in my cunt that I rejoiced the most. That was where the fire raged hottest. That was where the most important tendrils radiated from. It was there that the flames went fission and then fusion and the pain and joy of it reached the magical state of a singularity and my brain exploded.

And still, the orgasm grew brighter.

My vagina began pulsing and squeezing and then my whole body followed suit and little by little, the climax was attained and I began the long, slow decent down the other side. My brain was gone to suds on a beach, hissing and waiting for the next wave. My heart began beating again, and I felt the unexpected pleasure of air as I began breathing again.

It was several moments before I could create a coherent thought.

The monster withdrew his tongue from my mouth. He slid an alarming length of tail from my anus. The little pink member was all defused and tucked away safely behind his scaly flaps.

But he still held me. My legs hung limply now, straight down. It was a little uncomfortable, but he gently put me on the bed. I was on my back, and he stood on the side and hovered over me, examining me with his dull reptilian eyes.

I smiled at him and caressed his ugly face.

I closed my eyes and sighed, and when I opened them again, I half expected to find someone else above me. After all, that had happened so many times during that previous night.

But no. The elixir was gone. The dream was over. The monster that had fucked me was still hideous to behold, and still I caressed him, wishing he could be mine forever, hideous and wonderful, ugly and sublime.

And though the dream was over, I had the disquieting feeling that it wasn�t quite over. Not yet. And that it never would be.

For one thing, I was still a woman. I remembered entering as a man. I remembered my whole life before that night as a man. And yet now, even though the session was over, I was female. More specifically, I was my wife!

I got dressed in my wife�s clothes. They were right there where I remembered putting my husband�s clothes the night before.

I got on the shuttle, landed on the host planet and found my hotel.

And there I was. Me! I was standing a few yards away and I was not smiling. I knew me well enough to know that I would hide my disappointment if my wife were to go off with a reptilian gigolo for a whole evening of extra-marital sex.

�Was it all you hoped it would be, Darling,� he - or I - asked, and I remember thinking he was such a good husband to allow me to hire Dana, the Lizard Bastard, despite his jealousy and misgivings. Many men wouldn�t allow their wives such liberties.

I know I was a man, once. I remember it, but no one else does. Everyone remembers me always as a female. I think back to my childhood and every episode is as a boy. I remember my youth, and I was a callow young man. I dressed in a tuxedo to marry the woman I find myself to be these days. I remember all of it.

And yet, when I look at photographs from earlier days, I see a little girl, a young woman, and a blushing bride in a white gown with an empire bodice, elbow- length gloves and a Juliet Cap.

When I see photos of my husband, I protest that those are me! Then we argue, I get upset, we kiss and make up, and then make love.

Yes.

Before my night with Dana, the Lizard Bastard, my husband and I - or the other way around, as I remember it - used to make love maybe once or twice a month, if that. Lying in the same bed, we rarely touched.

Now, we go to bed and hold each other dearly every night, and we make love at least three or four times a week. Sometimes, more often. And it�s all right. I remember every act of sex and every crime that took place that night with Dana, the Lizard Bitch/Bastard, and I know our love making is of little merit compared with those episodes, and yet I think I prefer my husband�s attentions more than anything that happened that night.

I made sex with the Lizard and the Lizard has become, for me, the definition of sex. But my husband is love - I know this is getting sappy, but bear with me. I love him, even if he is a little confused about what gender he�s supposed to be, and that�s fine.

And though life with him is very good, there is one more rather disturbing after-effect from my night with Dana, the Lizard Bastard that rankles me. Every time my husband and I begin to make love, I have this feeling that someone is watching; lots of people, and that they�re all laughing.