Cognitive Transferance

"Oooh" You hear Samantha say as you sign up for the Cognitive Transferance project. "That's a nice one. I always figured that would be perfect for you. I can't wait. It's so exciting!" She has a the giddiness of a schoolgirl again as she looks to Dr. Lybeck with anticipation.

The doctor looks directly at you and states, "Excellent choice. Now, in order to begin, please remove your clothing. You'll find a gown against the wall. Put that on and please lay down on the bed labeled number 1."

You walk towards the beds and begin to undress, feeling a bit shy as both women watch. You get down to your boxer-briefs and take note of where the gowns are hanging. Reaching up to grab one and perhaps because of the two hot women watching you, you swiftly drop your underwear and present your rock hard cock for them to take notice of. You swear you can see a hint of longing in Samantha's eyes. You put the robe on and jump into the hospital bed labeled #1 and lie back.

Dr. Lybeck walks over to one of the cabinets and withdraws a syringe. She pulls out a small purple vial from what appears to be a refrigerated cabinet and begins filling the syringe. She walks over to your bedside and says, "Mr. Doe, I do believe you will find the end results quite enjoyable. Now, please relax. You'll feel a slight pinch and a warm sensation, but it will pass soon. Rest assured, we will monitor all aspects and keep you safe." She begins rubbing iodine on a particular spot on your arm.

You notice Samantha has come over to the other side of the bed and is now holding your hand. "You're gonna love this! Oooh, I can't wait to see!"

At that moment you feel a small pinch as you turn back to see the syringe being injected into your bloodstream. A warm flow begins to creep up your arm. It's gentle and comforting. You inhale deeply, taking a calming breath and holding it for a while, you slowly exhale, almost feeling like your floating. You breathe in again, relaxing, feeling very good. And then exhale slowly. Letting all your cares melt away. There's a warmth in your body that starts in your arm and slowly passes up through your shoulder, relaxing you as it goes. You feel your chest loosen, your other arm relaxes, your fingers, your shoulders. You feel your stomach and back relaxing. The warmth flows all the way down your legs, into your feet and with it all of your cares disappear. You then begin to feel it slowly rise into your head, relaxing you, releasing you, and all is right in the world.

You feel as if you could stare straight ahead, maybe not even noticing the room. The sounds of your breathing slowly soothing you and relaxing you even further. And as you are there, relaxing, you hear her voice.

"Gideon, I want you to breathe slowly. " The doctor says. She holds up a strange looking instrument. Almost like a silver crown with different glowing leds blinking upon it. She bends down over your face, looking you directly in the eyes. "You will feel a nice soothing sensation during this part. We've perfected the cognitive transfer in such a way as to allow a smooth transition. After the session is over, you'll be given a crown much like this one," and she holds up the crown before you so you can see it. It blinks and flickers with no real order and there's a quiet hum emanating from it. "and the pertinent operating procedures. You will then be able to perform your own cognitive transfers at will. But I must perform the first transfer in order to document any and all irregularities which may occur and to oversee the patients for good record keeping practices. You will be given accommodations and your progress will be monitored for the first week. After that, as long as there are no complications you will be free to do as you please."

Her words ramble together as she speaks to you. You feel slightly out of touch with your body, your brain is foggy and it's hard to concentrate. You barely feel Samantha's grip on your hand and the pretty lights from the crown leave a weird sense of tracers as she moves it around. You are barely aware of the doctor placing the crown upon your head. She makes a couple of small adjustments to the placement as you see a look of concentration in her eyes. There is a slight whirring noise you hear coming from above and then complete silence. Everything goes black.

After a while you begin to awaken, blinking the sleep from your eyes. The doctor stands nearby and notice your consciousness.
She leans in close and says, "Mr. Doe. The cognitive transfer is complete. The effects of the initial narcotics will pass soon. Please, for your safety, refrain from any sudden movements. If you understand just nod your head."

You weakly feel able to comply but you manage to nod your head.

"Good. As you can see, the transfer was successful." And the doctor gestures over to your left. Your mind is still a little foggy and though it's hard to concentrate and focus, you see another hospital bed like the one you're in. There in the bed is another man lying still, seeming **** as well. "In a moment you may experience a little disorientation as you adjust to the transfer. Rest assured all has gone well." You turn to look back at her. "I will be monitoring both of you for research purposes."

You nod your head, once again indicating that you understand. Your eyes follow her as she walks over to the other bed and begins examining the other patient. Apparently the other patient is also waking as you hear muffled groans coming from him. Dr. Lybeck leans in and speaks to him as well though you're not quite sure what she's saying. The man nods and the doctor continues her examination. You notice something doesn't quite look right but from this viewpoint it's hard to tell. You're still a little groggy yet something in you tells you that you need to pay close attention to what's going on. You barely notice it at first, but there's a high pitched sound within your ears. It slowly grows louder and louder until you begin to wonder if something is truly wrong. It gets very high pitched and you hear a woman scream out in pain and then - Poof! It's gone. And with it all the fog and grogginess as well.

"Ah, there it is." The doctor says, as she looks up at you from across the room. She pulls up her tablet and begins to type a few things into it then continues to observe you. You look over at the man lying in the bed in front of her and it dawns on you what looked wrong. That's you in that bed! But if that's you, then, and you raise your head pulling the bed sheet up to look at yourself and are confused to see two large breasts sitting on your chest. You gasp and drop the sheet while quickly looking over to confirm who it is you see in the other bed. Then slowly you look back as your hands reach down to once again raise the sheet that covers you. Then you notice those hands aren't yours either. You turn them over, inspecting them to see that they are small and delicate with long nails, yet they respond to each command you give them.

"Doctor!" Sam's voice calls out and then a gasp! No, that was you. "What is going on here?" Sam's voice again is emanating from your lips.

"Calm yourself Mr. Doe. Everything is fine as I said. The cognitive transfer was successful and now you are experiencing the initial disorientating effects."

"Disorienting Effects!?!" Sam's voice calls out for you. "You mean fucking out of my mind crazy!"

"Trust me Mr. Doe. You are not crazy. This is exactly as you had requested. You're cognition has been transferred with that of Samantha's." And like a cue from destiny, you hear your own voice scream out from the other bed.

The two of you turn your attention to your body lying across the way. "Good." The doctor says as she once again types something into her tablet.

"Whoa. Doc, it's just like you said." Your voice calls out. You see your head talking, saying things without you. It sounds slightly different. Your eyes stare at you. "Is he in there? Did he wake up yet?"

"Yes, though he's experiencing a higher amount of disorientation than expected."

"Don't worry John. You're gonna love it once you get used to it." You console yourself. "Oh, wait, I want to check something." And then you see yourself raising up and looking under his sheet. "Heh heh heh. Not baaaaad." As he reaches down to grope himself.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait. The thought sparks in your head. You raise up again and look under the sheet. There, where your cock once was, is now bare. A small strip of red pubic hair is all you see on what can only be your venus mound. You slowly lower your hand down your torso, fearing what may be true as you explore to find your fingers coming into contact with that familiar tenderness of pussy lips.

"Oh God!" Sam's voice cries out.