I Dream of Jeninqua
The speed with which the mind works is really an amazing thing. It had only been a fraction of a second since Umpa had prepared Derby for the shock he was about to experience. But Derby's consciousness had sped forwards and backwards.
He relived all the experiences since boarding Panfran Flight 1622 to Hong Kong, including the first time he laid eyes on Jeninqua aboard the plane and also the rear view of her naked body in the hotel room the next morning. He vividly recalled the details of the flight of the Red Dragon with Jeninqua mounted aboard his missile and barely the space for their skin between them.
"I'm having the body sensations that she experiences," Derby thought to himself as he rubbed his/her arm with his/her hand. He explored, for the briefest of experiments his/her inner thigh with his/her hand, but he quickly pulled back.
"This is too weird," he caught himself thinking.
His thoughts flew to before the flight to Hong Kong, of getting the call from Justin Scoville from Planetary Publishing. He noticed that these images seemed more foreign. So he concentrated on his boyhood, of growing up in Roughskin Heights. He imagined the little square houses, all placed on a larger square grid. He thought of the folding door between the living room and one of the bedrooms.
These thoughts were even more foreign, as if they were out of place in this feminine head he seemed to be wearing at the moment. So he thought of Jeninqua and tried to imagine her life. He found that this generated a certain body sensation! He felt the sizzle and snap of energy. He tried to crystalize any details of her life which he couldn't possibly have ever known of.
Suddenly, he remembered his Cocker Spaniel, as a boy, Poco. He remembered caring for the dog and loving it. Again, he felt the same physical sensation of energy flow within this foreign body which he oddly found himself occupying.
"What if I just dwell on the energy itself?," he asked himself. As he did that, again, another image of his life from another period prior to Panfran Flight 1622 presented itself. It was with Barbie, his daughter. She was suffering from her first puppy love broken heart and Derby was able to support her by offering her unconditional love and understanding. He remembered her collapsing into him and his being able to remove the actual anxiety energy which had originally seemed so crippling to her. As he accepted the negative force into his own body, he had the satisfaction of knowing his sacrifice would speed-up her healing time.
As Derby allowed himself to experience these feelings of nurturing, he noticed he became quite relaxed into the body of beautiful Jeninqua.
Now that he had eyes and a head to hold them, he could look around and he was amazed to find a beautiful exotic round sofa and a burning candle. He was in a bottle!
"How can I find this to be relaxing?," he wondered to himself as he fell back on to the over-stuffed shiny pillows.
"My God, I'm wearing see-through chiffon pantaloons!," Derby murmered to himself as he felt the material and by so doing also softly touched his legs. He looked closely at his thin fingers and took note of the sensation of where his foreign fingertips softly explored the baby like skin on his foreign legs.
Looking down at the furry center just below the supple skin around his/her belly button, Derby struggled with a confusing array of feelings. The hairs seemed so clean and soft and lovely from one perspective but sickening from another view, because he knew he now lived here.
Almost without being able to stop himself, his thin delicate fingers reached for the pubic area he had breifly seen back in the Peninsual Hotel. The thin fabric offered no resistance but did add a layer of excitement as his lovely fingers explored the patch of soft fiber.
Suddenly he was gripped with overwhelming shame when he heard the monster-like voice of Umpa rattle the inner chamber of his "I Dream of Jeninqua" bottle. Derby withdrew his probing fingers and turned his attention up toward the opening of the vase. He could tell that Umpa could see him and he felt naked, even though slightly covered by the veil like chiffon costume. As he crossed his arms to shield the view of his/her firm round breasts, he heard his Jeninqua voice exclaim:
"Umpa, change me back to myself! Enough is enough!"
"Nothing is different with you my son except your perspective," explained Umpa. "You are who you are!"
"I seem to be Jeninqua and I'm in a bottle talking to a monster head," yelled Derby in Jeninqua's delicate voice.
"Yes my son, you're a lovely specimen indeed," resounded the voice from above.
"Well you're a big fat jerk," said the tiny feminine voice. Derby noticed his words in this mouth seemed a little strange on exit, but he continued. "So work your voodoo-fiddle-dee-hocus-pocus rumpus bumpus, and give me back my pecker!"
"Your body is adjusting to your true self," echoed Umpa's voice, down the neck of the vase to Derby's pretty new ears. "Make yourself comfortable. When you find your true center, you'll learn that you are not your body."
"I'm not my body now ass-hole," said the crisp sexy Jeninqua voice with as husky an edge as Derby was able to lend it. I've got a pussy and tits and an ass most chics would kill for. The only center I see is a juicy sweet spot I used to dream about where once a dragon emanated from. Go to hell!"
Derby turned himself over so his beautifully curved rump faced the heavens and buried his face in the exotic shiny pillows. His new body trembled as the tears flowed and he cried and cried just like a little girl.
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