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She was so confused. Her sense of Chris was dreamlike and unreal against the wellspring of love filling her soul as she felt Zack's gentle breathing on her face and breasts. But that made sense, in a way - like most men, Zack would be weirded out by a transsexual. He already had been, actually. She'd had to work hard to convince him she was all girl.

Whatever force had done this had made its changes with thoroughness and subtlety. And if it were making an ideal girlfriend, she'd have to be a girl, and believe she had always been one.

Did it matter? She had a life as Crissy - friends, exes, family, even a minor police record for an incident of 'indecent exposure'. Who was to say that she was any less real than the truck outside?

Looking at Zack's beautiful sleeping face, it was hard to care about the details. She was far too happy, and it felt like she was betraying their love just having these thoughts. {But if whatever did this is so thorough, it would make me feel that way...}

Zack shifted a little, and she noticed something against her belly. {He's got a woody!} A sudden wave of lust passed through her. She tried to decide how to turn this to her advantage.

Gently, cautiously, taking every care not to wake him, she worked back out from under his arm. He stirred, then rolled onto his back, still asleep.

Crissy pondered. She didn't think she could climb onto Zack without waking him up. {A blowjob it is, then!} she gleefully concluded. {We'll save woman-on-top for later.}

Stealthily, she slithered down under the covers, easing with care between his legs. In the diffuse light through the sheets, his body looked mysterious, magical. She pulled her hair back behind her shoulders so it wouldn't fall onto him. Gently she leaned forward and kissed his semi-erect member, then licked her lips.

She could taste her pussy on him. The mixed male and female smells, primal proof of their coupling, were intensely erotic. Gradually he stiffened further, still dreaming, as her lips worked. Once he was fully erect, she carefully wrapped her lips and tongue around the head of his penis, and slid him tenderly into her mouth.

It worked better than she had hoped. In small increments she moved faster, and more forcefully, and he didn't wake up until his orgasm was inevitable. She felt him begin to sit up as his prick swelled in her mouth, and he let out an inarticulate cry as he spurted down her throat.

Once it was over, she sat up and pulled the sheets off Zack, draping them over her shoulders like a cloak. Zack was staring at her, dazed. "How's that for a wakeup call, sleepyhead?"

He sat up and looked around the room. "...It really happened, didn't it? I didn't just dream it..."

She dropped the covers and fell forward onto him, pushing him back down. She'd heard most guys didn't like an open-mouth kiss after a blowjob, so she pecked him on the lips and put her head on his chest, wrapping her body around his. "Believe it, lover."

They lay like that for a time, a warm contented heap. "So," Zack finally asked, "what now?"

"Well," said Crissy, considering, "I say we call in sick, get some breakfast, and go cash in that ticket!"

"The ticket!" Zack started. "Holy crap! Crissy, you are the only girl that could possibly make me forget a hundred eighty million dollars!"

Her heart overflowed with joy, not only because of his compliment but because he had actually called her 'Crissy', and 'girl'. Her answering kiss was passionate (and with full tongue, but Zack didn't seem to mind).

They broke off after a few moments. Crissy couldn't stop grinning. "I'm starving. I'll make the calls, you go get ready." Zack amiably headed toward the bathroom as she grabbed her phone and dialed the architect's office where he worked.

Zack was showering when she'd finished. She took care of business on the toilet, finding a bit more of his semen to clean up. {Oh well, at least we won't have to coordinate periods.} It was annoying when her girlfriends' cycles didn't match hers very well, limiting what they could do for much of the month. That wouldn't be a problem with Zack. He'd also be grateful for her lack of PMS and gentle periods, instead of jealous.

Even as she pondered, she was admiring the tasty, if fuzzy, view through the translucent shower curtain. A naughty impulse gripped her; she flushed as she stood up.

"Aaaahh!" Zack cried out as the water suddenly became scalding. {That ought to get him going.} He'd always been a little sluggish in the morning, and she wanted him fully awake. She pulled the curtain aside and stepped in. It was hot. {Not like it's going to be!}

"Oh, poor baby, I'm so sorry. Here, let me make it up to you..." The wicked light still danced in her eyes as she took the soap from his hands and began washing him.

He clearly had his suspicions about her intentions, which were shortly confirmed. Crissy enjoyed washing every part of his body, so intriguingly different from her own. For a moment she thought he was peeing, until she realized it was just water dripping off his dangling penis. {I never thought of that!} 'Chris' had known, of course, but those memories weren't really integrated with hers. She had to consciously access them and right now she had no desire to.

He wasn't a bodybuilder, but he was into sports and in pretty good shape. His chest and back and biceps and especially his tight, sexy ass set her heart aflutter. She couldn't resist a lick.

By the time she finished her ablutions, kneeling before him, his cock was pointing up instead of down. As she stood, he moved for her, but she giggled and handed back the soap. "Not yet, you beast! My turn!"

After a moment, Zack smiled, and began returning the favor. He was just as attentive as she had been. His slippery hands rubbed her neck and shoulders, then drifted downwards. She bit her lip as his fingers glided on her tits, slicking over her stiff nipples.

Her belly was washed next, slowly, and he knelt and ran his hands down her legs, avoiding the place where she really wanted his digits working.

Zack stood, and the wicked light was in his eyes now. Hands to her shoulders, he gently turned her around and began anointing her back, working down. The water rained onto them both, sluicing off their bodies in rivulets. The hiss, the splatters, the drips filled her ears. The toilet had long ago finished stealing the cold water, but she felt so hot...

His fingers were kneading her ass, and Crissy was panting, inflamed and hardly able to think straight. She leaned forward, hands on the wall, eyes unfocused, spreading her legs almost reflexively as his hands eased between her thighs.

Then he was at her entrance, probing. Tense and wet, inside and out, she gasped as he pushed his way in, filling her, giving her what she so desperately craved. Stroking out and in now, his hips bumping her ass, his thighs rubbing hers, some instinctive part of her matching his rhythm, cocking her hips, her world narrowing, only dimly registering the sounds of the cries escaping her mouth, the water running over her skin.

She came, and never understood how she managed to remain standing through the tsunami of shuddering pleasure that felt interminable...

Gradually it did fade, though, and she became aware that Zack was in the throes of his own orgasm. She wriggled her hips, clenching down with her pussy, trying to sustain him, keep him going. It seemed to work. His groans went on, and on, and gradually died.

She pulled forward, letting him slip out of her, then turned and pressed close, their lips joining as the water rained onto them both.

Crissy brushed her still-damp hair back as they waited for their food to arrive. What with all the calories they'd been working off, both had been desperate for breakfast after the shower. A quick mutual toweling-off and dressing had been followed by a swift drive to a Coney Island nearby.

They sat across from each other, staring into each others eyes, playing footsie, smiling a lot, and generally doing things that confirmed that Zack was very quickly falling for her as hard as she had for him. She was dizzyingly happy.

"How are we going to cash... well, you know?" Zack asked. They didn't want to talk about the ticket in public, of course. The odds of someone overhearing and robbing them were low, but it was a lot of money.

Crissy pulled out her PDA phone and they did some searching. "Cool, there's an office over the bay, in Hayward." She couldn't quite keep the excitement out of her voice. "God, Zack, this is so cool!"

"I know." He was having trouble staying calm, too. His hand brushed his back pocket, where the ticket rested in his wallet.

"Wherever we move, we gotta make sure it has a big water heater!" Crissy teased.

"Yeah," he grinned back. Crissy was ecstatic at his easy acceptance of the idea that they would be living together. "God, I could actually design something instead of being a glorified gofer." Zack's career hadn't progressed as quickly as he'd hoped. Crissy had always suspected that was one of the sources of friction with Karen.

For a few moments, they just sat and beamed at each other. Zack suddenly frowned. "Wait a minute. Why do you have a Norplant? You said you only did it with girls before."

"But I wanted to be ready if I got a shot at you. I didn't want anything to get in the way. So I got it, like, three months ago." She smiled. "What, do you wish you'd needed a condom or something?"

"No, it just seemed kinda weird." A thoughtful pause. "I guess whatever did this thought of everything."

"Hey, I've got a question for you. What was the deal with that Shriner car?"

Now he looked a little sheepish. "When I was five or something, I really wanted a ride in a parade with my uncle Morty. My dad wouldn't let me, probably 'cause Morty was drunk. But I didn't understand. I was so mad." Shrugging, he finished, "I guess some part of me still wanted that ride."

"Oh, that's so sweet!" Every new thing she learned about him seemed to make him more endearing. She looked over his shoulder. "Here comes our food!"

They continued talking as they ate. "You called in sick for me? They accepted that from some strange girl?"

"Dummy, they've heard of me! I talked your admin, Marie. I met her when we went to the Halloween party."

"Oh." He stuffed a forkful of egg in his mouth and swallowed almost without chewing. "Chris was there, that's right." Another gulp. "It's still kinda weird, everyone but me remembering you." A long sip of orange juice. "Hey, you must... I mean, there's gotta be people who know me, that I never met. You don't work at Pool-Brite, right?"

"Nope," she mumbled around her hash browns.

"So where do you work?"

"I'm your fantasy. Where would your dream girl work?" She was enjoying the chance to tease him. Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Um..." he hesitated.

"Oh, come on, how hard can it be? You know me pretty well already..." Her grin was very wide.

"Well... not a stripper." She nodded. Zack wouldn't want to share her; not like that. Not with guys, anyway. "Not a porn star. Well, maybe lesbian porn... nah, shit, I don't know. A model?"

"Flattering," and she batted her lashes at him, "but nope. You were closer with the porn thing."

He puzzled while he devoured his food. "Do you maybe work for a porn distributor or something?"

"Oh, close enough. I work at Good Vibrations. Sells women-oriented porn and toys." A knowing look. "Why do you think I've got such a collection? I can't recommend what I haven't tried..."

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Crissy's brow furrowed. "Zack, we have to go left to catch the bridge."

Not meeting her gaze, he kept going the other way. "Yeah, it's okay, I just need to check something real quick."

She was puzzled for a moment, then her blood ran cold. {He wouldn't... not now... But he did seem a little distracted after breakfast...}

Her heart sank in her chest as he turned into the same gas station where the whole adventure had begun yesterday. He parked and stared forward. "I have to try. Just in case."

"Why? What could you make better? Aren't you happy?" Despair consumed her.

He looked almost as sad as she felt, but determined, too. "Hell, yeah. Crissy, you're unbelievable. But Chris... I mean, I don't know if you're him, or if I... killed him or something to make you..." He sighed. "It's not right. I have to try. If it were the other way around..."

"It is the other way around!" she exclaimed. "You'd be killing me! And if I were Chris, under some spell... well, how do you think he'd feel about you fucking him over and over?"

He flinched. "I'll deal with that if I have to, I just..." He looked away. "I'm sorry, this is killing me."

"No, it's killing me," she muttered bitterly. She listened as he got out of the truck. After a moment, in morbid curiosity, she went after him. She couldn't just leave. {What's the point of life without Zack?}

He was feeding money into the machine. A long pause, and he hit the Mountain Dew button. Thunk, the bottle fell. Slowly he pulled it out, and, not looking at her, he opened it and took a swig.

Numb, Crissy watched him fidget with the remote for a few seconds. He started to turn in her direction, then reversed and faced the truck. Chirp.

The engine started up. Zack let out his pent-up breath in a rush.

They were taking the San Mateo across the bay, and had almost made it to the far end. Crissy had ignored Zack's fumbling apologies and the only talking was from the GPS system occasionally advising Zack when to turn. She just sat on the passenger side, looking out the window.

{He wanted to get rid of me!} she thought, heartbroken. Crying seemed hopelessly inadequate. The whole scene at the gas station played back in her mind, as it had many times since she'd gotten back in the truck, lacking anything better to do.

But this time she noticed something. He hadn't tried the remote on her, he'd pointed it at the truck first.

And he'd been relieved it hadn't worked; she knew him too well to miss it, now that she was getting over her shock. Looking at it from his perspective, it almost made sense. His words had not been empty.

One of the things she admired about him was his loyalty to his friends and lovers and family. And Chris had been this Zack's friend. {But it didn't work.}

She turned to him. She had to know. "You really didn't want it to work, did you?"

"No," he said, glancing her way repeatedly, as if trying to make sure he didn't miss the expressions on her face. "I feel a little guilty saying that, but you're... incredible. It's just, Chris was annoying sometimes, but he was my friend, and..." he trailed off.

She noted his use of the past tense. "And you owed it to him. You wouldn't be the man I love if you didn't try." She paused a moment. "Chris doesn't feel real to me, I forget that he was to you."

"Well, what's done is done, I guess." He looked her way again. "I can't say I'm disappointed with how things turned out."

She froze in a sudden rush of understanding. {He tried. It wasn't his fault the magic ran out yesterday, he didn't know! And now he's done everything he could, he can't go back.} She felt a sudden rush of gratitude for whatever had arranged all this. It had even minimized his guilt.

It was like the sun had come out from behind clouds; the color came back to Crissy's world. Even her hurt reaction would help him adjust, she realized, help him really accept her as a separate person. Zack was already falling for her; with Chris out of the picture, that loyalty would shift her way.

He went on, confirming her suspicions. "You bought the ticket. It was your idea. It should really be you getting the money."

She was deeply touched by the gesture. "No, it wouldn't be a winner without you. It's your money." She grinned. "Besides, I'm sure you'll be willing to share a little. I mean, a girl like me deserves a killer wardrobe, right?"

"Damn straight," Zack replied. "But seriously, we'll split it. I at least owe you that."

"You don't have to..."

"Yeah, I do."

Once they presented themselves and their ticket at the Lottery office, the supervisor, one Carla Brannigan, had quickly appeared and ushered them to her office. Before the couple could ask any questions, she was already telling them what to expect. She didn't foresee any problems verifying their claim, but it would take a day or so of processing. Their names would be published and they would have to give one press conference.

Most importantly, she confirmed no other jackpot tickets had been sold. They had won the whole $181 million. "That's plenty big, but it's not a record or anything. It won't attract much media attention," Carla said, a bit regretfully.

Carla made a desultory try to convince them to take the annuity option, but they insisted on the cash payout, even though it was lower. With taxes and such, they would net 72 million dollars.

{It took care of everything,} Crissy thought. Exchanging glances with Zack, she saw he'd had the same idea. He didn't want a media circus either, and the amount was exactly what the old prize had been. {Even the taxes.}

"As long as you don't go insane with it, that should last forever," Brannigan noted. "Money like that attracts cash faster than you can spend it, if you've got any sense. Just put it in a money market account and it'll make two million a year," she said, smiling. "And you can invest it better than that. I'm not supposed to recommend any money managers, but unofficially, I know of a few that past winners have been pleased with..."

As they got to work on the claim forms, Crissy reflected on the whirlwind events of yesterday and today. She still wasn't sure exactly what had happened. Her memories and identity as Crissy felt rock-solid, certain, incontrovertible. 'Chris' was a pale ghost - the memories were just data, with no emotional connection. From her perspective, they were 'grafted in' at that moment in the parking lot.

{Was I really changed? Or did I already exist, and this Zack and Chris' memories were 'brought here' from another universe or something? Maybe 'my' Zack has a new buddy, Chris?} she pondered.

And maybe she really was a transformed Chris, rationalizing her own brainwashing.

Ultimately she decided she just didn't care. However this had come about, it was exactly what she wanted and she wouldn't change a thing, even if it were possible now. She was happy when Zack was happy, and he was very happy. She could tell. Besides, Chris had never been this joyful in his whole life.

A realization struck her. Whether created or found, she had somehow been selected as Zack's fantasy. He wasn't into nonconsensual sex; he wanted his girl to have a good time. He didn't want to dominate his partner. ({Not all the time, anyway,} she thought as she grinned, a pleasant flush spreading through her as she imagined the games they could play.) He liked smart, flirtatious, adventurous, uninhibited women.

Some women had to work to please their man, and put up with at least some things they didn't like. All she had to do was act naturally, as she wanted. And Zack would love it.

The return drive across the bridge had been much more cheerful. "Oh my God, Zack, 72 fucking million dollars! We can do anything, go anywhere!" Crissy exclaimed for probably the tenth time as they pulled into a parking spot by their apartment building. Since most people were still at work, it was close to their door again.