Chapter Thirty Nine. I'm on the Top Step

I'm on the Top Step

"I AM the whole vase!," Derby repeated to him/herself, scratching the head beneath the smooth and shiny  thick, black hair of Jeninqua. "How is that possible?," he wondered further.

A single candle flickered on the wall of the small hidden room. Derby peered down into the darkened basement beneath the lounge area where he had spent the last month as a spoiled exotic female. Never once had he imagined that his confinement quarters were actually a loft apartment above a secret chamber.

"Embrace the black marble from my lower chamber and be transformed!," he repeated to himself as he took the first step down the spiral staircase.

"What does Umpa mean that nothing ever really changed from before I was in a limbo state or after?," Derby asked himself as he took the second step toward the small confluence of the stairway and the base of the vase.

"I, like all things of the Earth, have Yin and Yang influences. Of course, this is pure second grade Eastern philosophy," thought Derby to himself, reflecting on his last conversation with the Smiling Buddha monster. "But what does he mean about not confusing the water and fire with Yin and Yang?" He took his third step down the winding spiral with that question.

Within his chest, beneath the voluptuous breasts of Jeninqua, he felt his slightly accelerated heartbeat. Derby raised his right hand to take a pulse reading of his heart but paused as his hand encountered his left breast. He often encountered a surprise reaction by touching himself. At first there was a kind of sexual stimulation as his internal male reacted to his own touch, fondling a stranger's well endowed breast. Now as he felt his own female part, he felt it lovingly but sensually and again was stimulated but in a different way. This time he got turned on imagining the touch of the male Derby.

Here was Derby as Jeninqua, feeling his own boob and thinking about being touched by Derby the man! His heart beat harder as he took the next step. The candle flickered as if a wind blew into the downstairs compartment.

"Who AM I?," Derby asked himself as the confusion of his touch and the swirling other questions raised by Umpa's last teaching session filled his head. As his right foot fell to the next step, his heart beat a little harder and the candle once again fluttered.

"In your present state, you are mostly your Jeninqua self," Derby heard Umpa say. Now he repeated that statement to himself as his left foot reached for the next step. As he descended into the dark chamber below his heart beat continued to grow stronger. As he raised both hands to his breasts and felt the swelling pulse of his chest, there was no sexual impulse, only fear. And the candle flame danced.

"What thuh...," and poor Derby nearly wet himself when he saw the shadow of  buxom female on the wall of the vase. "Oh God, it's just me!"

And he took his next step. He thought he noticed the flame grow a little fainter.

"You were sort of like an egg salad as you and Jeninqua and all the circumstances merged." Derby rewound the tape in his head of Umpa's words. "While you existed in the white marble. White marble. White marble. Being in the white marble." Derby's mind raced with the details of his journey but nothing beat as fast or as hard as his throbbing heart as he took another step toward the base of the vase.

Step after step, around and down the narrow staircase, Derby slowly descended into the darkened room. He noticed it was perceptively cooler with each narrowing step toward the bottom and the flame continued to flicker and lose illumination. For a moment he thought he felt someone touch his shoulder but when he looked back there was nothing except the shadow which grew taller behind and above him.

"You better hold on to your tits," Umpa had said and he found himself grabbing them as if they were emergency equipment. His breath was timed with the pounding of his heart, which grew stronger as the light grew dimmer.

Again he thought someone or something was behind him. He felt some breath on his neck and he turned quickly to catch the intruder but there was nothing, though the shadow seemed to sway and grow taller.

As he took the last step, the candle flame spit and sputtered. He felt his own heart try to jump out of his chest as the light died. Derby was engulfed in total darkness.




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