Figure out how to get to Central City

You lay there, running your hands over TC’s black, muscular form, and your thoughts are divided. Part of your thoughts lustily consider all the things you’d like to do with this guy. The rest of your thoughts go to your plight.

“I’ve GOT to get to Central City and find Dr. Hotstetter,” you think. If past experience is any indication, you know that you will start to get uncontrollably horny again before long, and when you do, your reason seems to be very clouded. It’s only in moments like this that you feel anywhere close to your old self, and you even feel some measure of guilt about the people whose bodies you have hacked and taken over — not to mention Jeff, whom you **** and left covered at the lab.

You sit up and look around. Bags of food and supplies remain in the kitchen, hastily set down by TC.

“What are you doing, Babe?” asks TC as you get out of bed.

“I’m just going to straighten things up,” you say. “You lay there and rest — you earned it!”

It bothers you a little how deceptive you have become and how easily you seem to adapt to a female personality. You do hope it is convincing. One thing you have learned is that men tend to stop asking a lot of questions when a girl shows a willingness to screw. That fact has saved you already a couple of times from having to be too accurate in your portrayal of the personalities of the people whom you have hacked.

You start putting away the food and supplies and see that TC has thought to bring along a fairly large quantity of ****. Given what you overheard in the locker room, Cara has been playing hard to get with TC, and perhaps he wanted to ensure that she would be in a receptive mood this weekend.

As you finish putting things away, TC enters the kitchen to help you. He is wearing only his black boxer briefs, but he has on more than you do.

“I’ve never been so turned on by putting away the groceries,” he says, reaching over and running a finger up your ass.

“I thought we might do some celebrating,” you say, holding up a bottle of wine.

“Sounds good. What are we celebrating?”

“Winning the big game, for one,” you say, pouring a drink and handing it to him. “And me bagging the star quarterback, for another.”

TC pulls you onto the sofa with him as you take a glass of wine for yourself. “And let’s not overlook me bagging the hottest cheerleader on the squad. You know, I should have asked you up here a long time ago; it’s like you are a totally different girl — and I like what you have turned into!”

The two of you sit and make out. TC is definitely getting turned on, and you would, too, but you remain focused on keeping your wine glasses full. TC gulps down glass after glass, with apparently no effect. You, however, start to feel the effects immediately. Your smaller body — and presumably lower tolerance to **** — sends the stuff straight to your brain, and before long, you aren’t just buzzing — you are stinking drunk!

TC’s advances are becoming more and more overt, and you feel yourself starting to give over to your lust, when you remember your plan, refocus yourself, and concentrate on taking over TC.

Your vision immediately switches to a pair of naked breasts immediately in front of you. You look up and see Cara, blinking her eyes and looking around in confusion. She sees you and jumps, her expression wide-eyed and wary. “TC? What the hell?”

She looks at herself and sees she is naked and then looks at you before looking all around the room again.

“Shhhh...,” you tell her, reassuringly. “I think I need to cut you off. That wine may be a bit stronger than you were expecting.”

Cara looks at the half-full wine glass in her hand and the mostly-empty bottle next to the sofa. She relaxes a little but still looks confused.

“That’s so weird,” she says. “How much did I drink? I can’t even remember getting here.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot!” you say with a smile. “You’re gonna hurt my feelings!”

You caress her breasts, and although she still looks confused, she settles back and does not protest your touch. She looks at her glass again and sets it down. “Wow... I am hammered,” she says, putting her hand to her head. “I don’t usually drink that much. I’m not sure I can stand up!”

“Who says you have to?” you say, gently caressing her forehead. “You just rest there. We have plenty of time to continue our celebration later.”

You get up from the sofa, take a blanket, and cover Cara’s naked body. As you do, you feel a restriction between your legs. You reach down and feel your hard cock attempting to free itself from your boxers. You step away from Cara and go into the bathroom, pull down your underwear and take a look.

The experience is surreal. You certainly know what TC’s body looks like, since you examined every inch of it while you were in Cara. And you certainly know what a penis looks like, since you have had one all your life, and there’s no question but that you know what it is like to hold your penis in your hand. In fact, for the past 5 or 6 years, you have had your penis in your hand quite a bit.

But nothing prepares you for having a 7-inch, black cock between your legs. You reach down and touch it, examining every line, and delighting in the texture.

You hear a soft moan from the sofa and realize Cara is sound asleep and dreaming — maybe she’s dreaming about the thing you have in your hand right now?

Feeling your arousal growing by the second, you have to decide what you are going to do.