CHAPTER 13. Thus was Peter Draper, tenured professor of archeology at Harvard, transmuted into a woman, not merely in body, but in mind and spirit as well. As she stood in her panties, facing the gorgeous little redhead whom she had fucked not twelve hours earlier, she discovered that she remained attracted to women. True, she already ached to be fucked by a man, but she desperately wanted Colin, too, whom she still found irresistibly attractive. Her body's responses to this attraction were radically different, however. Gone was the familiar urgency that could only be relieved by plunging a stiff cock into the object of desire. Draper no longer possessed the wherewithal to plunge into anyone. No, her response was dictated by her new sexual anatomy, which, being thoroughly female, could only become soft, wet and open. She had a sudden urge to lie on her back and spread her legs wide apart, to lift her heels in the air, to invite penetration. "Um, listen, Colin," Draper began, "I realize this may sound a bit odd.... but I'd dearly love it if you would.... if you would.... fuck me." "O?" replied Colin, a curious expression on her face, "And how, pray, do you expect me to accomplish that? I'm just a girl - like you." "I know that," Draper said, her lips curling in a wicked leer. "But you still have these," she continued, holding up her ten fingers, splayed, "And this as well," sticking out her pointy pink tongue. Why, don't you think I'm attractive?" "You're extremely pretty, Peter," Colin replied. "If I were still a man, I'd dearly like to fuck you. But I can't, any more than you can fuck me." Colin laughed sardonically at their bizarre predicament. "But if you want me to have a go at you, I'll give it a try," She continued, extending her hand. Draper took it and allowed the redhead to conduct her across the room to the bed. The two moved like ballerinas - gracefully and provocatively. Draper unhooked Colin's bra and slid it forward off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving them both clad only in their panties. The two full-figured transmutes stood face to face, uncertain what to do next. They gazed into one another's eyes for a good while. Suddenly, they kissed deeply, pressing their bodies together, then they fondled one another's breasts until their nipples were tingling and rigid. Soon they began shifting their legs, transmitting the friction to their labia. Before they knew it, each had her hand on the other's mound. Within minutes both were in a state of high sexual tension. "Enough of this! On your back, Peter!" commanded the redhead, "I'm going to fuck you!" Draper did not demur. Without a word, she assumed the submissive female posture - on her back, legs drawn up. thighs spread. Colin mounted her, supporting herself on her hands, and positioned herself so that their love- mounds were in contact. Both girls began to gyrate their hips, rubbing their mounds together through the slick mediation of their panties. Imagine, if you will, these two voluptuous creatures - Colin female for only a week, Draper for less than a day. In their previous existence as men (an existence now irremediably lost), they had been accustomed to a radically different sort of lovemaking, now an anatomic impossibility for both. Each girl craved what neither could give: to be impaled by a stiff cock. Their lust to be penetrated soon drove them frantic. Draper succumbed first. "Colin," she whispered, "Pull down my panties and lick me!" She scissored her legs shut and lifted her bottom to allow Colin to slide off her panties. Suddenly pantiless, her sex no longer veiled by a translucent layer of silk, Draper spread her thighs more widely than before, as if to flaunt her pink penetralia, which gaped audaciously, glistening with intimate moisture. The morning air felt delightfully chilly against her bare labia. Circe was exacting her vengeance: Professor Peter Draper, so recently male, was now an authentic specimen of Woman in Heat as she lay, palpitant, on the bed, helplessly churning with female lust, shamelessly displaying herself like a common whore. Her eyes were half-closed, her head languidly lolled from one side to the other. "Lick me, Colin!" she repeated in a hoarse, urgent whisper, "Lick me!" "Not until you tell me you're glad you've been turned into a girl!" came the predictable reply. "You made me say it last night - now it's your turn to 'fess up, Peter," Colin said gently. At this point, of course, Draper would have said anything to induce Colin to pleasure her. But it was a true fact: Draper already adored being female, so it cost her nothing to say, "Yes, Colin! Yes! I'm glad I've been turned into a girl! Now lick me, Goddamn it!" "That's better!" Colin replied. "You asked for it!" Colin spread Draper's labia with her delicate womanfingers, exposing her clit. The professor's tiny organelle was erect, a brash mockery of its former male self - but only in size, not in sensitivity. As Colin had already learned, a woman's clitoris, the only body part (of either sex) whose sole purpose is pleasure, is a hundredfold more sensitive than a crude and clumsy cock. It was a lesson that Colin was about to teach Draper. But first Colin wished to tease her a bit: she allowed Draper's labia to close (which they could not do completely, as they were quite swollen), and slowly ran the tip of her tongue repeatedly along the length of Draper's slit, darting it into her wetness to savor her womanly musk. Draper began to moan, and to roll her hips rhythmically. She spread her labia apart with her own slender fingers. Colin, taking the invitation, began to suck gently on Drapers's clit, making her writhe in ecstasy. As Colin savored the wonderful complexity of Drapers's cunt, feeling it soften and melt in response to her tonguing, she became exquisitely aroused by the thought that she, no longer a man, had a cunt of her own, and a clit, too, and that they were responding precisely the same way as Drapers's: she felt insanely wet and soon could bear it no longer. She abruptly stood, slipped off her panties, and repositioned herself backwards on the bed, her sex over Draper's face, so that she could still lick Draper, but now Draper could lick her as well. Parting her labia with the fingers of one hand, Colin gingerly lowered herself until she felt Colin's tongue touch her clit, sending a sublime jolt through her body with the galvanic fizz and tingle of an electric current. The two transmutes hungrily lapped at each other until they were brought to that knife's edge of ecstasy, that excruciating precipice a woman can teeter on, her body aglow, her insides as vast as an ocean - and as wet. Their soft moans and little squeals of pleasure augmented the enormous tension each felt, ratcheting the two to ever higher planes of rapture. They managed to keep pace with one another, so at last they both groaned in unison,"Unh! Unnh! Unnh! Unhhh! UNNHHHH!" followed by a pause of three seconds, then, "oooooo...OOOOOO!" The girls came simultaneously, in a frenzied paroxysm of hips, arms and legs, like marionettes controlled by some deranged puppeteer. Colin collapsed in a limp heap just as Draper rolled out from beneath her. Colin languidly reoriented herself so that they could properly cuddle each other, which they did - each inserting her fingers in the other's vagina to feel their uncontrollable pulsations, which continued several minutes before subsiding into little ripples and flutters, then stopping entirely. With bright morning sunshine streaming in through the window, the transmutes fell into a satisfied slumber.