Mary Sue and I were living in her two-bedroom condo. The condo was huge. Her parents furnished it with Leathercraft's full-grain leather furniture. We had a couch, a loveseat, and a couple of chairs. I don’t know if they choose leather because it’s easy to clean up body fluids, but it is. Both bedrooms had king-size beds. They also furnished the condo with everything else needed to live comfortably. The parents also bough...

A lot has happened since I last wrote 4 1/2 months ago. Ned still slipped me money anytime he could. I had accumulated even more money. As a family, Ned and Tina have taken care of all my needs. They contacted Mary Sue’s parents about some kind of payment for the condo where Mary Sue and I were going to live. Her parents said no money was necessary; they were just so glad Mary Sue found such a good roommate. Our daughter,...

April 1, 2000 CH. 8 Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the story, I use first-person singular (I, me, my, mine) for Andy’s thoughts and third-person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) for Andi’s body. Eventually, I will refer to both Andy’s thoughts and Andi’s body in the first person singular. Although this is a fictitious story (or is...

The Peek-A-Boo Effect Miami University, Fall 1967 This is a true story. Names have been changed, but places and dates have not. I always tried to have an 8 am class. It forced me to get up. I usually hated getting up that early, but for me, the Tuesday and Thursday 8 a.m. organic chemistry 241 lecture was the focus of my entire week. It was the only time in my life I ever looked forward to a class this early. The classroo...

A lot has happened in almost 3 months since I last wrote. I started my freshman year at our local university. The school is fairly well known, and for reasons that will become obvious, I don’t feel comfortable naming it. I changed my major to zoology with an emphasis in human physiology. In another life, when I was Andy, I started with a degree in zoology and, after graduating, went to a local law school at night. After w...

Please start with this series on Part 1. Some of this may not make sense if you don’t. Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the story, I use first-person singular (I, me, my, mine) for Andy’s thoughts and third-person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) for Andi’s body. Eventually, I will refer to both Andy's thoughts and Andi's body in th...

Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the story, first-person singular (I, me, my, mine) is used for Andy’s thoughts and experiences, while third-person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) refers to events as experienced by Andi’s body and those around her. When Andy is adjusting or responding as Andi, the narration may shift accordingly. E...

Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the story, the first-person singular (I, me, my, mine) is used for Andy’s thoughts and experiences. In contrast, third-person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) refers to events as experienced by Andi’s body and those around her. When Andy is adjusting or responding as Andi, the narration may shift acc...

Please read The Secret- Chapters 1 and 2, or some of this wouldn't make sense. June 19, 1999 It was a Saturday, the day of my funeral. Not many people get to attend their own funeral. A week after I was transposed into an 18-year-old's body, things had really slowed down. Ned had closed the pool store for a couple of days. I could see how hard he had taken Andy’s death. He had agreed to give the eulogy. Ned decided that I...

Please read The Secret – Chapter 1: June 13, 1999, or some of this wouldn't make sense. June 14, 1999 I heard Tina's faint voice calling me. “Andi, let's go. We’re going to be late for church.” I felt between my legs, and the brush I had been massaging my G spot had slipped out. As I jumped out of bed, I realized it might not be a good idea to sleep nude. I would hate to jump out of bed, forgetting my state of undress, wi...

June 13, 1999 I have kept this secret for years. At times it was easy to maintain, at times difficult, but as 45 years approach on this body, I feel I have to tell someone (you will understand later). I decided to post it on an erotic story site. I can say I have had anything but a normal life and a very erotic one at that. My life as I know it today started almost 27 years ago. It was the day of my 18th birthday, or shou...