He always desired to have the body of an olympic skater to make love to.

Greg decided on Olympic Skater. He liked the idea of getting it on with an olympic skater.

"Ah, an interesting choice," Mark said.

Mark led him to the fantasy room and told him to have a seat. “How does this work," Greg asked?

'It's simple,' Mark added. "All you do is sit here and I load the program. The room controls the rest. You will be completely safe as all of this occurs in your mind. The room will go dark and you will wake in your fantasy. It's mostly scripted, but you will have some control over the fantasy. It's completely safe", Mark continued. "At any time your health is in jeopardy, the room shuts down. Other than that, you have to ride out the fantasy."

"Why would I want to stop?" Greg said. Greg was getting hard in anticipation.

"Don't lose it yet," Mark shouted from the other room. "Your fun is only just beginning, enjoy." With those words, everything went dark for Greg.

He was skating on the ice. 'Wow this feels so real,' he thought. As he skated, he looked around and noticed that the rink was empty. 'This must be a practice,' he thought. As he continued to skate he noticed that he felt the cold air blow up his skirt and his croch felt chilly and different. It didn't sink in at first. He continued skating and tried a few moves. 'A triple axel.' Perfect. 'A Triple Salchow' Perfect. 'Wow this is so real, but something doesn't feel right. He realized something. The cold air up his skirt, the balance of his body, the tight fitting frilly sequened outfit.

The scraping sound of skates on ice broke the silence. Getting up Greg noticed his lovely hands and fingernails. He looked himself over and couldn't believe what he saw. Immediatly his hands want to his chest and crotch. He couldn't believe what he felt. "I've got breasts," he shrieked. "Oh my god I'm a woman."

Greg got up and skated towards where he assumed the locker room was. As he exited the ice, he headed into the locker room and sat down on the bench and tried to take stock of his situation. 'What a crappy fantasy. I wanted to make love to a skater, not be one.' He thought back to the explanation on how only a life threatning situation would bring him back and that he was essentially stuck riding out the fantasy.

"Shit," he said aloud. "I don't want to be a woman." As he bent down to untie his skates, he was suprised at how limber he was. After removing the skates, he flexed and stretched his lithe body. 'Not bad,' he thought. 'I wonder what I look like'?

Greg heads towards a mirror in the locker room.