The New Amber Mears

The New Amber Mears

Just as Taylor Swift's "Trouble as you walked in" starts playing on the fitness center speakers, Amber Mears, a 22 year old blonde with killer looks yells out, "Okay ladies, let's go. Those butts aren't gonna tone on their own!" With that the zumba session was underway. All the women watch Amber. Her body is perfect and they all want to look like her. Joan Hughs, wife of a local investor looks at Amber with a degree of jealousy...and Amber looks back for a fleeting second with a slight smirk. They both know Amber's body is the definition of perfection but only Amber knows a secret Joan wouldn't believe if she told her.

Several weeks ago…..

The phone rang. It was my wife, Joan, at the fitness center. She couldn't get the car started and needed a ride home. With a sigh, I said "Okay, I'll be there in 20 minutes." I really didn't want to get up, it was a cold evening and I didn't feel so great but off I went. The faithful husband, Dave Hughs, hopped into his new truck to pick up his wife of 22 years.

As he drove to the fitness center, he was reviewing his life. "How had I gotten to this point?" he asked himself.

My marriage wasn't bad but it wasn't great. I really got married too young and Joan and I had grown apart over the years. She was the first girl that ever paid attention to me in high school. She had a great body and personality...I was hooked. But over the years, our interests parted. I became very interested in investing and business. She became interested in art. Not that I didn't appreciate art, but it didn't bring in any money. And I was all about the money.

Over the course of our marriage, we had 3 kids: Jenna, Julian, and Jack. The 3 J's we called them. Joan never got her figure back after Jack. She tried every diet there was out there. She'd lose a few pounds but would put them back on again. She didn't look horrible but I lost any interest in her. We had little in common and she wasn't all that attractive anymore. It sounds terrible but it's like we just inhabited the same house. She living her life. Me, living mine. The kids being the only common thread between us.

The light turned green and I made a right hand turn down Baxter Street. Just down the street, I could see the parking lot at the fitness center and my wife next to her Honda - hood up. She didn't have a clue what was wrong with the car but was obviously miffed I took so long to get there. With her arms crossed and a red face she missed no time admonishing me for "taking so long to get here." I had been through this drill before. I knew it was best to just agree and avoid any argument. I looked under the hood, did a few diagnostics and figured out pretty quickly it was the solenoid. As I was closing the hood, I slipped a bit on the parking lot and banged my head on the edge of the hood. "Dammit", I said. Joan laughed. She always did that when I hurt myself. I was a little pissed at this…"I drive all the way down here to get you and you laugh when I hurt myself" is what I wanted to say. But I didn't. Choose your battles, Dave. Choose your battles.

When I regained my composure I asked my wife if the fitness center had a restroom I could wash my hands in. She told me to follow her. As we walked to the front door, a car pulled up beside us...a maroon Camry with Taylor Swift's "I knew you were trouble" audible through the window. Not exactly the kind of music I like but as soon as I could make out it was a younger girl driving the car I didn't hear the music anymore. She commanded my attention. I continued to the door as she got out. I looked ahead to my wife wearing her exercise garb...black leggings, bright blue UnderArmour workout shoes and loose fitting top to hide the fact she was on the front end of trying to lose weight. Then I glanced at the girl getting out of the Camry. A blonde. Hair tied back in a ponytail. Not too tall...5'3 ish...in great shape. She must work out a lot. Wow! Her outfit clung to her like it was part of her...fitting her perfectly everywhere it should. Her pace put her ahead of Joan and I in short order. The way she walked just screamed, innocent but sexy. The sway of her hips and how it made her ass move hypnotically. Her black leggings had the word "JUICY" emblazoned across her ass. Her perfect ass...and that ponytail swooshing as she opened the door for us. I glance down at my wife's ass just a second for a comparison...frumpy was the only word that came to mind.

"Hi Joan, how are you doing?." said the girl.

"Not bad Amber, had a good workout. My trainer said I've lost 3 pounds." Joan replied.

"Great job! You heading back in for some more?" the girl who I just learned was named Amber said.

Pointing to me, Joan retorted, "No, dummy here needs to use the restroom."

It was obvious my wife was intimidated with Amber and her beauty by her body language. This struck me as a bit strange.

Amber looked up at me and playfully said, "Hi!" and gave me a quick wink.

I smiled but only made brief eye contact. She was gorgeous but I knew if I made eye contact very long, I'd look her over from top to bottom and with Joan right there...I'd catch Hell later on. "Hi" I said and headed to the restroom.

When I finished, I briefly surveyed the room and saw Amber stretching. Then Joan said, come on let's go. I told her I'd get the car towed in and fixed as we got into my truck. On the way home, my wife commented how much help Amber had been in getting her motivated to work out. Amber led the Zumba classes and "always wears me out." Joan said. I said, "That's good." but I wanted to say…"I'd wear her out." as I pictured my hands all over her leggings and up her thighs to her ass. I was an ass man. No doubt. And Amber's was as perfect an ass as I had ever seen. As we got closer to home, Joan mentioned Amber was new in town. She had just graduated from the University of Wisconsin Nursing School and had just taken a job in the ER at the hospital. It was obvious Joan was impressed with Amber. I nodded and said, that's nice. I then changed the subject to the particulars of her car as we drove into the driveway at home.

I hadn't given Amber and her ass another thought until last week when I ended up needing to go to the ER for chest pain. I didn't think I was in bad shape but the stress of investing can take it's toll on you. As I registered, I saw Amber working on a mobile computer in the triage room. Joan, who had driven me, immediately said "Hi!" and Amber looked over towards us and walked over with a wheelchair.

"What's the issue today?" she said to me and Joan.



I started to say "chest pain" but Joan jumped in in front of me and said, "He's had chest pain off and on for sometime...but it got bad today. Not sure if it's the spicy Thai he had for lunch or not, though." ending with a chortle. Amber smiled and looked at me.

"How are you feeling Mr. Hughs?" she said.

"Okay, all told. I'm sure it's nothing though." I replied as she started taking my vitals.

I could smell her. Immediately. I breathed her in and as she touched me it was intoxicating. Her smooth skin. Flawless, as far as I could tell. Her ponytail hanging down against her delicate neck. Her amazing eyes and cute lips. My eyes wandered down her body as she took my blood pressure. all the way to the V in her scrubs right next to her ID badge with her cute face on it "Amber Mears, RN" it said...from the angles we had on each other I could see a lot more than her ID badge...cleavage. Perfect...not too much...I would guess a C cup? Deeper, I could see the white of her bra and almost to where her nipples were.

She noticed my eyes and where they were staring but didn't seem too bothered by it. I guessed she gets a lot of that in this line of work.

When she finished triage she insisted I stay in a wheelchair as she brought me back to a low level trauma room. Still intoxicated by her scent and her beauty, I offered no resistance. When we arrived at the bed in the trauma room she asked if I needed help getting changed into a gown and onto the bed. The chest pains came and went but at that moment I looked her in the eyes and told her I could make it. She gave me a couple minutes to change as Joan talked to her about how long this was going to take.

After a couple minutes, I was changed and lying on the trauma bed. Amber came back and said she needed to get some blood. I nodded. She pulled out a needle, tied off my arm, and stuck me perfectly on the first try. As she was drawing the blood, I couldn't help but look her over again. That innocent face, slender arms, taut breasts, that ass…

I don't know why but I started to wonder what life was like for her. Alone in a new town. So young. Life completely ahead of her. Was she lonely, happy? How far was she from her family? Did she have a boyfriend? What is it like to be so attractive?

Right about then, she pulled the needle out. She told me I needed to help apply pressure to the gauze for "just a sec"...and then it was like the world stopped.

For just a millisecond. As her hand put my fingers over the gauze to hold pressure...everything changed.

My orientation. Dizziness…

No longer horizontal on a bed.

I was standing.

My hand pulled away from someone's fingers I had been touching.

All in a millisecond…I looked. My hand didn't look right...manicured nails...slender...no hair...anywhere on my hand, arms.

A woman's Casio watch on my wrist.

What was going on? Was I hallucinating?

I looked down and just about collapsed at what I saw...it was me. Lying on the bed. Did I have a heart attack and die...was I having an out of body experience? I looked "me" in the eyes and started to say "What the fuck?"

The "me" lying there looked back at me...and asked "What is going on?" seemingly confused as I was.

Joan said, "She just took some blood, Dave." The "me" on the bed looked at Joan and then "his" arm…"But...wait…I'm not...what?" He looked up at me...and asked slowly and inquisitively, "....Amber?"

I looked again at my fingers...so slender...what happened?...then all new sensations….I could feel something on my head...behind it...attached….I reached back and felt a scrunchie holding a ponytail in place...the hair at the end tickling my neck. I looked down and could see inside the scrubs I had just a few minutes ago been leering at...I could see tits and a white bra…."What the fuck?" I don't remember if I said it or thought it. But "what the fuck!?!" I looked at "me" and silently nodded...affirming I was "Amber".

At that moment, the ER doc walked in in a matter of fact way and stated he wanted to do a few more tests before offering a diagnosis. Two ER techs wheeled the bed out of the room as "Dave" and I just looked at each other. Joan glanced at "me" on the bed and then to who she thought was Amber. She seemed a little confused...why had her husband looked at Amber so long...she let the thought pass and approached me as the bed with "Dave Hughs" was wheeled out.

"He's going to be okay, right?" Joan asked me. I wanted so badly to say, "He is me." but I didn't. I looked at her and said…"Sure, thing. Doctor Jameson will take good care of 'him'." Wait, how did I know the name of the doctor? Weird. I excused myself and walked over to the area I assumed was the nurse's station. As I walked, I notice a whole new set of feelings.

I could feel the swoosh of "my" ponytail as it went left to right.

I could feel a slight irritation on my shoulders...without looking or touching them...I knew they were bra straps holding up tits. Tits on my body.

My hands and arms rubbed up against my waist as I walked...it was strange...I could tell my hips were wider in proportion to my waist.

My chest...two mounds...firm...slightly jiggling...no sag at all….like sentinels...calling attention to themselves. Commanding a cursory gaze by any male or female that made eye contact with them.

I didn't have to see it...I knew I was walking like "Amber" that first night I saw her at the fitness center. That sexy gait...the hips and ass and tits moving in perfect rhythm. This body instinctively oozed sex appeal as it moved.

As I reached the nurses station, I looked at Chelsea who was charge nurse tonight. "Chelsea, can you cover me for a sec. I'm feeling really rotten." She looked up and nodded at me. Chelsea and Amber, I somehow knew, had become pretty good friends in the short time Amber moved to town.

As I walked to find a restroom...I hadn't given any thought to how I knew the charge nurse's name was Chelsea until I walked away. "What the fuck?!? What is going on...what is happening to me?" I approached a door that said "Staff Restroom" and walked in. I went right to the mirror by the faucet and stared. I just stared.

In the reflection was Amber. 22 year old Amber Mears. Nurse. How did I get in this young body? Crap, she was born the year I got married. Now I was her. Somehow. An excellent physical specimen. Built for attracting men.

I looked down and the reflection looked down...what was going on? How did this happen to me?

I was in here. Dave Hughs. I was inside of her, somehow. I looked inside the scrub top...cleavage...bra...I looked back up and "my" face turned red...feeling like a pervert.

But then I looked down again and used "my" index finger to pull the scrubs out a bit....I could see Amber's...no, my breasts encased in a white, satin bra. "Holy, shit." I said as the girl in the mirror said in unison. I dropped my finger to my side and stood akimbo as the girl in the mirror did. I turned my head at a 45 degree angle and the reflection did the same. Bizarre.

Then my attention turned to my favorite part of the female body...I stood tall on my tip toes for a second and looked at my waist….my hips...I started to turn sideways and could see the curve of Amber's, now my, ass… "My god"….that same ass in leggings with "JUICY" written across it from the fitness center….the old Dave would be getting worked up pretty seriously at this sight...a gorgeous blonde looking in a mirror surveying her body. But I wasn't Dave now...new, strange, feelings emerged….instead of an erection...I could feel Amber's...or is it "my" nipples harden...goose bumps on "my" neck, shoulders...arms...legs.

As I turned as far around as I could to see "my" ass in the mirror...I undid the scrub pants and pulled them down to below Amber's panties. Perfectly matching satin panties to the bra holding my tits. They were riding up "my" ass just a bit. Almost, instinctively, "my" fingers slid inside the waistband to readjust them and pull them down into proper position. As I released them below my ass…I heard them "snap" slightly. I remembered that sound when my wife did the same thing. It was so sexy. Now I was the one in panties.

I could feel myself getting warm...no wet….that perfect gravity-defying ass...my hands dropped from "my" hips and grabbed it. I wanted to do that the moment I saw her that night at the fitness center…I let out a slight whimper and moaned "ahhh" as I squeezed Amber's, now "my" ass. This was just crazy…

I pulled the scrubs back into place and tied them. I knew Chelsea was going to wonder about me if I took too long. I looked in the mirror again…"my" face was slightly flushed. I turned on the faucet and patted my face with cold water. I grabbed a paper towel and blotted "my" face dry.

When I got back to the nurse's station Chelsea told me to just take some PTO as it was pretty slow anyway. I nodded. "Okay, but I want to check in on my last patient before I take off." She nodded and I walked back into the trauma room where Joan was sitting and "Dave" immediately made eye contact with me. I noticed he briefly looked at my chest, then back to my eyes. Funny, I thought, that's exactly how I would have done that...I couldn't help but smile inside. LOL.

I wasn't sure what to say but blurted out, "How are you feeling, what did the doctor say?"

Joan, like always, replied first "Gave him some pills and wants us to follow up with a cardiologist." I (meaning whoever was inside of me...assuming Amber) looked at Joan and then me and asked, "Are you okay (pausing for a moment for effect).....Amber? You kind of look flushed in the face."

"He" asked in such a way as to get a message across to me that we both knew I wasn't Amber and he wasn't Dave. I looked at Joan and then him…"Yea, just feeling a little under the weather. How are you…Dave?" A slight smile came across "his" face and he said "Me too...a little under that weather."

It was almost like we could read each other's minds…."he" knew it was me in her body and I knew she was in mine. I had no idea how this happened and I'm sure she didn't either. It was then that I realized if I left there was really no way to talk with "Dave" without raising suspicions with Joan. My mind raced...what do I do...just walk out?

After a few uneasy moments... "Dave" asked…"I've heard the hospital has some sort of online way to check on billing, procedures, test results?" I scanned my memory...hoping some of Amber's knowledge was inside "my" brain. I was drawing blanks but somehow knew Amber was asking this for a reason. Then it dawned on me. She knows we would have to communicate somehow to figure out what had happened and how to reverse what occurred. Then the Amber part of my brain kicked in…"HealthCharting.Org?" I asked more than said it.

'Dave' replied, "Yea, that's what I think it was called. What do I do to sign up for it?" Joan budded in, "Why would you want that? You rarely go to the doctor anyway." Amber and I both looked at her and then each other...then, a thought came to my new brain…"Well, signing up gets you a free checkup and points for visits." Joan replied, "Oh, okay. What do you need from us?" Somehow, I knew what to do…"Well, let's pull it up on my...I mean Dave's smartphone. There's an app for it. All you do is provide an email and password and you're all set up."

Joan pulled out what was my cell phone 30 short minutes ago from my pants on the cabinet and handed it to Amber, me. It felt so much bigger and heavier than I remember...it dawned on me I was much weaker now and even something like this would feel different.

I started to key in my PIN code to unlock the phone but realized "Amber" shouldn't know it. I handed it to Joan and asked if she could unlock it - knowing she knew my code. She unlocked it and handed it back to me. As she did that, I wondered for a second to myself. What if we're stuck this way forever? Amber in me and me in Amber? Why did this happen?

I pulled up the webpage and, knowing 'Dave' had no idea what my email address was I entered it in... daveh7865@gmail.com and handed it back to him to look at....'he' looked at it and I said, "Just key your email in there Dave." He looked at it and instantly knew what I was doing…"Okay, do I enter a PIN number too?" I replied "Yes."...amazed that our minds were thinking in unison. We both knew we were creating a method to communicate later on without raising suspicion with Joan.

At that time, Chelsea walked in and said she could take over from here and that Amber was off shift now. Dave looked at Chelsea. I could tell he wanted to say to her "It's me Chelsea! I'm in here!" but she knew she'd end up in a mental ward if she said that while inside the body of a middle aged man.

I walked out and said "Bye, Dave...Bye, Joan….catch you at Zumba." Where did that come from? It just came out….what was going on with me? Walking down the hallway I was in a daze reviewing the last hour. As if by some muscle memory I walked right to Amber's locker...unlocked it (34-4-34...how did I know that?) and opened the door. Inside I saw her...my purse and a white puffy jacket with fur lining...the tag read Hollister...I had never been in one of those stores...just walked by on the rare occasions I visited a mall. I slipped the jacket on and noticed if fit so differently than jacket's I would wear as Dave...not really built for practicality...more looks. It was so soft and fluffy; exactly what I'd expect a cute blonde with a killer body to wear. It was so much shorter; stopping just at 'my' waist I was zipped it up. I opened Amber's purse searching for car keys and some sort of idea where she called home. I instantly found a Toyota key...with a fitness center barcode attached to the keychain. Next to it, I saw strawberry lip gloss and a red scrunchie. Instinctively, I applied the gloss to 'my' lips and removed the scrunchie I had on, replaced with red one. Somehow, I knew Amber did this as a ritual to separate work life from home life.

Walking to the parking lot, I remembered 'I' drove a red Toyota Camry. My dad had bought it right after graduation from Wisconsin. Wait...Amber's dad...not mine. My dad died years ago.

I hit the alarm button to locate 'my' I mean Amber's car, unlocked it and got it in. As I started Amber's car, I looked back toward the hospital and wondered what Amber was doing...what was she thinking? What happened? Is this permanent? God, no….I'm a heterosexual middle-aged man; not a 22 year old blonde. How would I ever cope with this if it was permanent?

I pulled out her driver's license and reviewed it. Amber Stacey Mears, born 12-16-1992, Height 5'3", Weight 113 lbs. I put it back in my purse and I drove to Amber's house...132 S Third, Apt 34A. I unlocked the door, walked in. Amber's apartment smelled of flowers...I looked around and somehow knew the layout...small kitchen, two bedroom, one bath...laundry room in basement. It's all I could afford when I moved to town...Amber...I mean it's all Amber could afford. I was struggling to remember I wasn't really Amber now. I went to the refrigerator and opened it...I grabbed a bottle of water and unscrewed the top. I closed the door and saw a schedule on the door for Zumba classes at the fitness center. Next to it was a picture of me, I mean Amber, with the rest of the staff...all of them in their workout outfits. As I looked at the women, I knew I was the best looking staff member they had...I mean Amber….Amber was. Without realizing it, I smiled slightly remembering how guys would stare at my ass and flirt with me and even the girls there wanted to get along with me because they knew I was a magnet for attention.

With great beauty comes power over people….I remember reading that somewhere. It was true. Amber knew it but was too innocent to use it. I knew it too...but I wasn't so innocent. At that moment, a ringtone went off on Amber's phone...I picked it up and saw it was an email...from Amber.

Dear "Amber"

I'm sure you're as shocked as I am. I have no idea what happened. One second I was finishing up drawing your blood and the next minute I was staring at myself. Do you know what happened?

"Dave"

I read the email...he...I mean she is as confused about all this as I am.

I replied:

"Dave"

No idea. Is there any way we can meet to discuss? Be careful though, if Joan gets suspicious it could get ugly.

Amber

I hadn't noticed but by the time I typed Amber….I hadn't put it in quotes….almost as though part of me typing at the end was all Amber now.

I waited for a reply….after 10 minutes...nothing. I was getting tired and knew this body needed a shower. "I'll just lay on the couch a bit and then shower"....I was out within minutes.

The next morning I was awakened by the alarm at 7am to an oldies station. The announcer said, "This week at the Horizon Amphitheater, making a grand re-entrance into Chicago...Styx will be appearing...and then it faded into what I remembered as Dave as a song from their Grand Illusion album called Castle Walls.

I'm sure Amber had never heard this song but here she (I) was singing it under her (my) breathe..

Once in a dream far beyond these castle walls

Down near the bay where the moonlit water falls

I stood alone while the minstrel sang his song

So afraid I'd lost my soul

There in the fog his song kept calling me

Leading me on with its haunting melody

Deep in my heart a voice kept echoing

I knew I'd soon be wandering

Far beyond these castle walls

Where the distant harbor meets the sky

There the battle raged like hell

And every dove that lost it's will to fly

Far beyond these castle walls

Where I thought I heard Tiresias say

"Life is never what it seems

And every man must meet his destiny"

My mind considered the irony of the last few lines...Tiresias, from mythology, was condemned to be a woman because he angered the gods. LOL...what god had I angered?

I got up, went to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. I had still been wearing the scrubs from work and pulled the top over my head like I, I mean Amber always did. How did I know she did that? I untied the pants and dropped them...kicked them into a pile of laundry in the corner…"I've got enough to do another load"...I said to myself. Somehow, inside my mind...I knew this body was Amber's and the memories deep in it's brain were still Amber's. I could feel them starting to come to the top...like they were meant to be in charge of this body. The male I was, was slowly being overwritten by the memories this body had always known. The battle for supremacy was on...and all indications were Amber's psyche was slowly absorbing me.

I looked into the mirror and stared. Was I losing control? Was I merging with Amber's thoughts? What was going to happen?

I was staring at a gorgeous blonde in only her bra and panties. I saw only Amber. Amber Mears...not Dave Hughs. I ran *my* fingers under the bra straps...and pulled them down the side of *my* arms. It felt so good...the relief on *my* shoulders. The bra cups fell down revealing *my* breasts...they barely moved as the bra came off. These tits were primo. I didn't really even need a bra for support. *My* tits were not like Joan's that sagged from giving birth to 3 kids and the onslaught of middle age. *My* tits didn't sag...they were….well...perky.

God, I was in such good shape. *My* nipples hardened slightly at the realization that what was male before is now inside this...this body. Only bits of the male named Dave Hughs were remaining...just remants. The male memories, needs, wants, and desires from his mind were being taken over and merged with Amber. Thoughts from an entirely different generation arose. Different tastes in music, politics, and entertainment. *My* parents back home. I missed them. Amber Mears was slowly becoming Amber Mears again.

I cupped *my* left breast and pinched the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. What can only be described as an electric sensation raced from *my* nipple, down *my* spine...all the way to *my* legs. Holy crap...wow! I smiled. I could get used to this.

My gaze dropped to the front of *my* panties. I took *my* right index finger and pulled the waistband forward...flatness...perfectly smooth skin instead of what males look at daily. It dawned on me I would be sitting down to pee from now on. Instead of the relatively quick in and out I enjoyed as a male, I would now wait in lines for the female restroom.

Further inspection revealed I was completely female down there...ending in a slit. I placed my feminine hand over the front panel of the panties and felt how smooth they were against my hairless mound. The satin soft material was so sexy…ending in a little bow tie at near the top. So feminine. So me, now. God, I'm so vulnerable. Designed to be fucked. To be the receiver. Made to produce children. *My* splayed hips built for it. To be a mother. Eventually.

What little was left of Dave inside, shuttered at the thought.

My mind started wondering, did I have a boyfriend? What was sex like as a woman? I had never wondered about this before...until now. Then a memory came rushing back to me...it was my (Amber's) high school prom...with a boy afterward...drinking...parking on a country road....groping me...he's so drunk….I'm drunk...have to resist...can't resist...feels so good...unzips my blue dress...he looks at my strapless bra and my tits and fondles me...we make out...so turned on…I grab his dick through his pants. He's rock hard because of me. He wants me and tells me I'm so beautiful. "Fuck me. Fuck me right now" I tell him...he climbs on top of me as I pull the dress up and panties down...he doesn't last long….I shake myself out of it and look in the mirror. Who am I? Why did this happen? Have I always been Amber Mears?

I climb into the shower and my mind races with a thousand thoughts. A part of me recalls that yesterday right now, I was feeling chest pains from a hard day at work and I was stuck in a lifeless marriage; or was it a reverie? I'm Amber Mears. Aren't I? The small bit of Dave remaining gives up resistance and gets absorbed; absorbed into utter femaleness. Estrogen ruling, leg shaving, monthly period femaleness. His thoughts become fleeting memories from another person's life for the new Amber to use or not use.

I wash *my* tits. *My* tits. God I love *my* body as I run a loofa loaded with feminine cucumber scented body wash over *my* hips and across *my* ass.

I climb out of the shower and remembered its zumba night and I have a class to lead. I open up my dresser drawer and pull out fresh panties, bra, a blouse and blue jeans. The fading male part of me was extremely aroused at the thought of Amber in these jeans. "I can't wait to see my ass in these." I said. It sounded strange to hear Amber say it. But the reality is Dave was just part of Amber's psyche now. Amber was going to be in control. Albeit a new Amber.

The new Amber let the Dave part of her think for a moment…"I"m a heterosexual male inside a gorgeous blonde's body...forever. With my strong mind for investing and Amber's body I could go places. I know all the heavy hitters in the investment world. I could wrap them around my slender, feminine fingers with ease. None of them would be able to resist this ass, my tits, or these eyes.

Just when Dave thought he was in charge, Amber came rushing back and took over again...no…that's not how it was going to go. Dave was shoved into the back part of Amber's mind...the memories and knowledge that belonged in this body regained control...the need to exercise and stay in shape, wanting to look hot, go clubbing with Chelsea, wear sexy clothing...wanting to find a suitable mate took over again.

Amber was Amber again...just more confident than before. This was a new, improved Amber Mears.

I slid the panties up my smooth legs and up over what was ostensibly my ass now and forever. Whatever force put Dave inside Amber...it was permanent...the panties pulled up over *my* ass encasing *my* hips I start singing "I knew you were trouble when you walked in" as I look satisfied with how the panties fit so perfectly….the bikini bridge I had worked so hard to get from working out was perfect. "Crossfit pays off." I tell myself as I look approvingly at my thigh gap. Maybe I'll submit a picture to The Chive next time I'm at work. I giggle and run my hand from the panties to the inner part of my thigh. So different than being male...smooth, soft, and sensual. I start imagining Chelsea doing this to me. She was such a hot redhead. My panties are warm and damp. I better stop before I have to change them, I tell myself. Amber was only attracted to guys before the switch...now she wasn't so sure...Amber and Chelsea had a nice ring to it...as a couple. Amber wondered how she'd ever explain it to her conservative parent. Years of being married to Joan and no affection were gone. History. Being the sexual partner of another young, fit, hot female turned the new Amber on. Moving in together. Sharing clothes. We're about the same size, Amber thought. I'm so gonna wear her bras and perfume. She smiled. She loved the new Amber.

Like she had done it a thousand times, Amber slipped her favorite VS bra on…"I love wearing these"...I thought to myself...especially when no one has a clue I am wearing them.. at work. God, I want to jump Chelsea's bones. Maybe I will tonight.

Amber grabbed her jeans...her favorite pair. So comfortable and so...well…*me*. I slide them up my legs and struggle just a bit to get them over my ass. They fit so tight...but show off what I've got, perfectly. God, it seems so big but I love it. Gotta keep working out to keep it in shape. It's mine now. Forever. All the stares when I walk by….hips moving; making my body scream out its sole, primary evolutionary purpose...sex.

I stand there...looking in the mirror sidewise at my body. I had always marveled at the miracle of physics women were with the curve of the stomach to the torso, to the hips and ass... the angle perfect for mating as other females across the animal kingdom do with the ass sticking out and the chest forward...I am one of them. Hell, I'm an alpha female. I look at my eyes and lips...and smile. From now on, when I enter a room people will look at me and the first thing they will think is how badly they want to fuck me. I love that thought. The power it brings.

This is me now. I am Amber Mears. I snap a selfie and make it my new Twitter avatar. It only seems right as the old Amber is history. I post the picture on Facebook with the following post:

"Looking forward to another night of Zumba! Feeling great! Come out and feel great with me!"

Almost immediately, I start getting likes...1...4...12..22...32...45...78. And the comments start:

Chelsea: Looking hot gurl...can't wait to go clubbing with you!

Dave: Wow! Amazing. How much do you charge for Zumba lessons?

Amy T: GETTING SEXY ON FACEBOOK! GO GIRL!

As Dave, I didn't even have a Facebook account but I feel the quick dopamine release from my brain that brings pleasure in being so popular on social media. I reply to Amy:

Amber: I feel amazing! Zumba has been great for me...almost like a new person! Thanks Amy! DM me Dave. Look out Chelsea, I'm on a mission tonight!

I log off Facebook as I have to get to class.

I grab my gym bag and then my smartphone and notice a new email...its from Dave Hughs...the husband of Joan from the fitness center. He must have a question about the ChartHealth app I helped him install last night.

Amber,

Thanks so much for the excellent care last night. I'm feeling much better. FYI, the app works great!

David Hughs

I smile and delete the email. Looks like Dave is fine. I hope his heart can take it if Joan gets slim.

I get to the fitness center and watch guys walk into the men's locker room...I smile and walk to where I now belong...the ladies locker room. I unzip my pink gymbag and pull out my workout outfit. I slip on my white undershirt and then a cute gray tank...I take off my jeans and panties and feel the cold air on my ass and catch of whiff of my, now, female scent. "Unbelievable" I say to myself as I pull on the gray leggings with "FEARLESS" across the ass. They are perfectly tight. I slip on my bright green workout shoes no guy would ever be seen in.

"No confusing me for a guy. That's for sure."...I laugh.

Getting warmed up for the group of middle aged gals for the Zumba class...here they come...a bunch of ladies trying to recapture their youth. There's Joan...she says "Hi". She's done okay with exercise so far but has a long way to go. I catch her looking me over...she reads the words "FEARLESS" across the top of my ass clad in gray leggings. I see a hint of jealousy in her eyes. If she only knew that what used to be her husband is now inside this body and merged with Amber...wearing a sports bra, leggings, feminine workout shoes. If she only knew. Somehow, Amber let's the Dave part of her psyche takeover for a second. Dave smiles from his cute blonde ponytailed head. He's accepted he is part of Amber from now on...he stretches...leans over in front of Joan and touches Amber's toes...giving her a completely open view of her tits. He knows Joan has to be extremely jealous of Amber's looks. He knows he can't but he wants to tell her he's in here with Amber. And that he's going to enjoy it. After Zumba he's clubbing with Chelsea and full intends to have the best sex he's ever had with her. The thought of two females together was always a major turn-on for Dave. He had never dreamed he would be one of them and really didn't know what to do..."a new adventure" the new Amber thought to herself. She started to feel warm and wet at the thought. Oh god...this is gonna be perfect.

The briefly in control Dave doesn't say a word. He smiles and turns around making sure Joan sees that perfect ass. Joan looks on, eyes glued to Amber. "God, I wish I looked like her." Joan thinks.

I look in the mirror and survey the woman I now was. I purse my lips slightly and am pleased with what I see. From the perfect ponytail to the sexy legs…I am Amber Mears.

With that, Dave was gone. I look down at myself. For a fleeting moment I remember a different life...as a guy. LOL...silly. I'm Amber. Amber Mears. I am Amber Stacey Mears. Forever. I sing to myself "I knew I was trouble when I walked in…" as the class begins.