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Magic Shoes 3
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Subject: The Magic Shoes Chpt. 3
Date: Thu Jun 22 10:02:56 1995
Chapter 3
The Spirit
?I?m not done with you yet,? she spoke the words to herself but it was not her
doing the talking. Her body walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair
of baggy jeans and put on big sweatshirt. Just walking was getting her
excited again. As the latex pulled down from her head to below her neckline
it revealed long red hair that spilled to her shoulders. The gloves also
pulled back to her wrists and the two dildos withdrew. Returning to the
mirror she saw an extremely attractive red-haired beauty wearing her beat up
work clothes. Underneath the bagginess she could still feel the tight latex
hugging her impressive figure. As the hands ran over the jeans she could feel
the latex against her skin. The last bit of outside evidence, the spike
heeled boots, quickly changed into a plain looking flat shoe.
?Who?s doing this?? Tracy posed the question in her own mind. ?I am.?
Tracy nearly fainted from the almost audible reply. ?What?! Who said that??
The body spoke outloud now. ?Just relax Tracy. My spirit has been waiting
for inspiration like yours for centuries.?
?I?m losing my mind?
?No, your losing your body. But don?t worry. You will be rewarded very well
for what you?ve done.:
?What? What did I do? Who are you? What the hell is going on?? Tracy was
beginning to panic.
?Calm down, my dear. I am Sheena and hell has nothing to do with this. I am
going to sit your body down in that chair and I will explain everything.?
Without any choice in the matter, Tracy?s body walked to the chair and slowly
sat and reclined. ?Mmmmm. This latex material is magnificent!? Tracy felt it
as well and she was loving that feeling too.
?Now, I will begin with my death. I died so long ago I couldn?t possibly
count the centuries that have passed. I was a mystic in my life. I often
traveled outside my body and in my travels a gained a certain distaste for my
own flesh. I was cursed by my mortality. At the point of my death I tried to
leave my body at the last instant of life and I succeeded. My problem was
there was no one with me.
?My consciousness remained but it was in the medallion I had on my neck at the
time. Over the years I moved into different inanimate objects but I can not
take a body since my death.?
?Well you seem to have mine with no problem,? Tracy interrupted.
?There is a reason for that. If you wanted control I would be back to the
shoes. Deep down you are allowing me in your body. And I think you will want
to share with me. After all, I control the shoes.?
?You mean, these weren?t my fantasies I was creating?? Tracy sounded very
disappointed. ?All this was your idea??
?Don?t under estimate yourself.? Sheena was still talking with Tracy?s
altered body. ?These were all your ideas. When you thought them I
participated. I shared bodies with women and men since my death. I was with
Gloria, Ms. Winham, for 75 years.?
?So that was you in those photos!? Tracy sounded sure of herself now.
?Well... That was both of us, Yes. I began to loose my interest in sex many
years ago. As a mystic I died a virgin.? Sheena felt Tracy?s shock. ?It
wasn?t as uncommon then as it is now. Anyway, When I first experienced sex
it obsessed me. If I had sex while I was living I would have been a nympho,
I?m sure of it. After several hundred years I did everything I could imagine.
My partners would trade places with me and in return I would give them
pleasure like I gave you.?
?And that?s why I got those rushes of sexual pleasure from the shoes?? Tracy
guessed.
?I had to encourage you to experiment.? Tracy?s face smile a wicked, sexy
grin. ?...and am I ever glad I did.?
?What was so special about me?? Tracy asked.
?It was your fetishes that inspired me like nothing ever before. I never
imagined getting pleasure from clothing. It was always flesh that I craved
for. This latex you dreamed up is wonderful.? Sheena moved her hands inside
her pants and felt the latex between her legs. ?I never had anything like it
before.?
Now it was Tracy?s turn to impress. ?Well rubber was only invented this
century so you couldn?t have worn it before.? While she spoke Tracy felt the
control of the body return to her. ?What do we do now?? Now Tracy was
speaking out loud.
?I will propose the same deal to you that I have made for centuries. I will
give you unlimited control of your body and you fetishes. In return you will
allow me to share your pleasure. When you give me control the body is mine to
please. We are both powerless without the consent of the other.?
?How can I pass up an offer like this?? Tracy was looking at her new body in
the mirror as she spoke. ?I?d say you got a deal. I intend to tell my
husband about it though.?
?Your husband can participate as he wishes. The deal works for him as well.?
Sheena sounded very pleased. ?I must warn you both that your relationship
may be strained while I use either of your bodies for my pleasure. Do you
think you can handle that??
?I think Rick would understand.?
?OK Tracy, Now we can seal the deal with my first use of your body.?
?Go ahead? Tracy didn?t even get the words out before Sheena took control.
?Just sit back and enjoy, Tracy. You?ll feel everything I do.?
Sheena was out the door in a minute.
"...but its just like the show before
Yea, the news is just another show..." -PF
Don Mc
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