The Doppel-Crosser: Chapter One By Henspurs cockscomb@juno.com A shape-shifting Amazon has to deal with exposure. Call me Dorcas. I don't think of myself as an adventurer; my endless roaming across the world is for own survival, not for my amusement of anyone else's. I have real physical strength, but I prefer stealth and a passive approach to a problem. One thing I found out fairly early, is that I'm not immortal. So that means I have to be quick, flexible and full of surprises. I've suffered. Suffered at the hands of men and by my own kind. I am what you humans call a doppelganger, a double goer. Originally, this term was applied to a ghostly replica. Now it is applied to us, mysterious, man-like creatures with the talent of transforming our bodies into the exact outward likeness of people we meet. I've "been" many people in my travels---males, but only temporarily. Face it, males are far more often the victims of violence, in barbaric society of civilized. Forgoing the appearance of masculinity changes everything. And after so many sudden, desperate changes and routines, I've pretty much settled on a female persona: Dorcas. My doppelganger mate assured me we were a special race and could not produce offspring if we mated with humans; what constitutes pleasure for us is much different and our reproductive systems are hardly compatible with human men and women. That was a lie. One of my own kind lied to me. But that wasn't the last of the deceptions and betrayals. Nor was it the first. Well, I've learned not to stay in one place for too long. I don't like to be found. Others can run across me my accident, I don't mind that, but I never want to be sought out. And just what is a doppelganger? By ourselves, we don't look like much until we've found and imprinted on a human victim. Between disguises we're scrawny and featureless and quite naked, resembling each other with the same boring similarity as coins. If you need an image in your mind, envision a skinned sheep blended with an octopus and you have a fairly good picture of our true form. You humans, I have to admit, come in a variety of most interesting colors and shapes and ah...sizes. The time when mankind bred for survival is in the past. Now that a large, civilized populace with developed tastes and fetishes is living around us, we have both become wonderfully spoiled. Since we're a rather lazy race, we wait for people like you humans to build something worthy of inheriting. And then we jump into it in a most underhanded, vile and contemptible way, living a life of ease and luxury, seclusion, privilege unless we're exposed and killed by jealous human beings. Still, without mankind, we don't amount to much. Wherever you go, you can be fairly sure we're loitering around among you in one guise or another, making the best of one human disguise, all the while searching for someone richer, more sedentary, better off. I read the message in the gaping black O of the wheellock pistol as Freda kicked the door open and leveled the gun at me. "Dorcas," she snapped, "or whoever you are, don't make a move. I've shot prowlers, robbers, mad dogs..." "But not me, I think," I answered. The muzzle came up, shaking in midair. She couldn't do it. In another moment, her trembling hands, including her trigger finger slid from the weapon and rather than letting it fall to the floor, she pitched it into the bathwater with a punctuating splash. "There, you see?" I said, "I was right. Showing her maturity with faint but numerous wrinkles in her brow, Freda was still a winsome woman. Dark hair damp from her own bath streamed away from her clean face which blushed pink without makeup to hide it. Her large, unsupported breasts shifted and wobbled while she decided what to do next. An impulsive being in my own right, I decided for her. Fumbling, Freda shut the door. Deep within my body, organs no human could comprehend spurted and pumped. Fluids raced, sensations ignited, making my skin ripple imperceptibly. No, she had seen a few of those dimples and bulges even before the real demonstration started. What was so unusual? Well, as far as the lady of the house knew, I was still Dorcas, her trusted maid, ready for my turn in the bathtub. The look in her eyes just could have been mistakable, but I didn't think so. Her wide eyes and open mouth showed a mixed emotion--an expression I took to be euphoria and rising disbelief at what she thought would happen next. Gasp. When she realized she had the key, she locked the door from the inside and slid the key under it to the hallway beyond. Footfalls outside. Someone scooped up the key, locked the door and went away. A minute later, the front door shut. "Empty," she said. "The house is empty. Now, it's only us. The footman was well paid. He'll reveal what I told him when the time is right. Between now and then..." She didn't finish. Racing toward me with raised arms, Freda yelled when I caught her and brought her arms to her sides. Then I hoisted her high off her feet, showing off my strength, driving home the point that we were not equals. We would never be equals. Locked in the spacious bathroom with a dense door between me and escape, I not only had to make love, I had to delight her as well. I had to make it so good I could never want it with her again. Now that she had seen through my disguise, it wasn't safe to stay. By the time the sun rose tomorrow, it was wisest to be miles away. I could stay, but that was very dangerous. I could make her think I would stay. That would solve a few things. I put her down. "I've killed before. I've had to." I said. "Are you a woman?" she aksed. "Anything you want," I said. "As much of a woman or a man was you can handle. Do you want me to be a whole woman?" "Later on...later on you can be a woman," Freda told me, "Right now, I want you to give me something I haven't had before." "Well...not at the same time." An erection larger and faster than any I had ever achieved lifted up the towel I had tied around my middle. Folds of tickly cloth bunched up over the extending organ which was probably as long as my own foot. Testing my organ, I gyrated, whipping it free. "I know who you are and what you are," she told me. "Yes, I've known ever since that night. No more tricks. No more deceptions. I've heard about your kind and I couldn't believe any of it. Show me, show me what a freak can do." Myself, I was eager, anxious. I wanted it to be extraordinary. And it was. Her skin was still wet from her warm bath. Stiffened from the cool breeze through the open window in the next room, her nipples stood and boasted their size under her sheer black gown. The hem of the garment hung only to her mid thighs. When she stepped up, jumped into my arms and wrapped her moist legs around my waist, the fabric fell away from the area it covered and my incongruous male organ felt her bushy cleft against its tip. The long, thick erection was exquisite. "Dorcas, who have you been before this? How long have you lived among us before I noticed you?" "A man, firstly," I said. "Then a string of others. All lonely. Then I grew lonely. And careless. I assumed the identity of a very young man, a boy, really. I grew up in his skin, or pretended to. I learned about mankind as a member of a family. I fooled the people so well, they never knew I wasn't their dead child. When I came of age, I'd had many friends. Only until I found and mated with another doppelganger did I realize my potential. It was awesome. Awesome. What he showed me made me feel sad for common people..." "Give me a freak's love," she said. With her legs wrapped around me and my strong hands supporting her haunches, I planned to enter her by docking against her wet, dripping void. Freda in turn used her hands to caress my feminine features as the towel slid away from my body. My firm jutting breasts compressed against hers and we began to pant. The mirror had only a sheer fog from the warm bath water and revealed to my still-open eyes what any onlooker would have seen had there been one--two women making love. An older, but not-unattractive lady acting far younger than was perhaps healthy for her and I mimicking a man with rolling, pelvic thrusts. "Dorcas..." she hissed, hiking her right leg higher, looser. "Now!" Lubricated from her excitement, my excited glans felt her thick, untrimmed pubic hair whisper over its bulb. Then her engorged labia parted, telling me I had it right all along. As wonderful as it felt for both of us, I had to keep telling myself we didn't belong together. We were not two women, nor man and woman. We were of two separate forms of life. I resembled one of her sort only out of coincidence and need. "Feel a freak's love," I said to her. What might have started out tender turned rough, wild. "I've...dreamed of this! Waited. Ached for it!" The penis I had crafted for the consummation filled her more thoroughly than any man had or could. I stayed shallow at first, enjoying the feeling of being confined in her slippery sleeve. Higher up, Freda's breathing broke with gasps and agonized sighs. Teasing, I changed my organ's size and shape to climactic effect. The little crackles I heard in the bathroom were the knuckles of her toes as they curled tight. Achingly thick and long, the erection was modeled on no one man in particular, but a variety of males I had seen. I could even add inhuman texture and motion, giving Freda an ecstasy unrivaled in all her years of fornicating. Needing no testicles, I had the advantage of being able to fake an orgasm and ejaculate drenching amounts of what I could make look like semen. "A freak's love." That's what women like Freda like to call what I give. With nothing else to compare it to, naturally it seems freakish. There was a time when a doppelganger such as myself would fear exposure, but times and politics have transformed as handily as our kind over the centuries. We have been mankind's silent partner for longer than they know, but now are their partners in the bedroom as well. Or in this case, the bathroom. Under the right circumstances--case in point, my dalliance with Freda--a doppelganger can become a highly prized addition to a refined household--and a carefully guarded secret. Freda didn't tell anyone else I was a anything other than a maid she suspected of stealing. "I can't keep you a secret, Dorcas," Freda said between orgasmic screams. "Too many people whisper. I have paid dearly for secrecy. Dearly." Not answering immediately, I let her cringe under a barrage of rapid, twisting thrusts and kisses that didn't let her breathe. Her big green eyes, still clear despite her age oozed tears of effort as I buried my specially- prepared cock into her. Those tits of hers, far larger than her restrictive underclothes made the look to the public, bounced and shook. Red and excited, her nipples roamed around on her flexible skin. Freda's wet hair hung down, trailing in sweat, whipping when she bobbed her head. Rich food had put weight on her belly and hips. The fatted flesh rippled with the motion and I continued to smack into her softness, but with a certain restraint. She somehow sensed she wasn't getting all I could dish out and those thinning eyebrows kinked in anger. "You're holding back!" She grabbed my own hair and pulled. "You're holding back!" "A smaller house is a poor hiding place if you're forced to move." I told her. "I want money. The very best of everything." My teeth closed on her earlobe, but not hard enough to break the skin. I reminded her I was a dangerous creature to disappoint. "My looks aren't as easy to maintain as yours, Dorcas...I'm getting old. Unpopular. A younger woman will wind up with this house. You have to help me keep this place..." The strokes I gave her turned punishing and unfamiliar. We wound up on the floor in another minute. With the solid tile floor underneath her back, I could deliver more sure plunges. All the while, I read her mind, detecting the truth. I wasn't cornered yet. My big breasts heaved and flopped, striking together with meaty slaps. I'd caught so many boys looking at them in public, I made sure I kept them large and firm with the rubbery ends always hard and visible under my blouses. It took lots of practice to make my breasts look natural and move naturally. I began my disguise as a male with an average physique. To this day, I'm not sure which gender I prefer to go about as, but I love being able to wield and show off both huge, round tits and a long, outthrust cock. I was taking a dare to feature both at the same time, but I had ample motivation tonight. I didn't reformulate my vagina completely; rather, I let the large, beautiful penis descend through that female opening, keeping the sensitive vulva spread to either side and the tender clitoris right above it. When Freda let her fingers wander, she found that nubbin and scissored it between her thumb and forefinger, marveling at how realistic it was. With more exploration, she found she could probe the little space of void I had right behind where the erection snaked through. She pried a finger into that hot, wet space, touching male and female anatomy at the same time, rewarding her own curiosity. Though it wasn't the genuine stuff, I withdrew my organ and let go of a copious amount of fluid that looked enough like semen to make her squeal with delight every time a stream landed on her skin. I didn't care if the measure was accurate compared to a normal human male. I was calculating to take everything I could get from Freda's life with a minimum amount of effort. Gush, gush, gush. The warm, salty glop jetted from my twitching cock for a minute, coating her skin with a sticky, slimy substance that had been very difficult to constitute the first time. Now it came with ease. And I could make as much as I wanted. The ersatz seed got all over the bathroom walls, running down in quick drips. Even the ceiling got a few splashes, and when I went into Freda again, this time from behind, I felt occasional taps on the back as the fake spunk fell. Freda's generous butt cheeks showed the marks of the floor as I mounted and drilled her hungry cunt. I spread my legs wider than hers, riding higher and higher on her rump, resting my weight on her withers, letting my erection form a wonderful curved shape without losing any of its stiffness. "I need space," I told her. "I need shadows, a crowd of people to hide among. Doors. Lots of locked doors. You human people have a certain disturbing changeability all your own. And I hate you for it. I'm in charge of this house from now on. I will only appear to follow your orders, but make no mistake, I'm the master!" Outside was big scary world full of work, trouble, prying eyes, poverty and other doppelgangers competing for a slice of the good life. Preferring what I already had around me, I dug in for a stay longer than I had planned. So I gave Freda three hours of a "freak's love", altering my form in interesting ways, but holding tight to the shape and identity she knew as Dorcas. Poor lonely Freda; I didn't care for her past or her future, but her present, including a good house was a situation to my liking. When one erection sliding into her swollen-lipped canal wasn't enough, I concentrated intensely, dividing the huge prod into two identical cocks. With this arrangement, I gave her the effect of being fucked by two men at once below the waist. Above the waist, I stayed entirely female. Without warning, I pulled out of her fast and doused her back with realistic spunk, making it hotter than the last time. Almost hot enough to scald. Freda screamed as the surprisingly warm liquid hit and traveled down her skin. The open window still let in a draft and the sensation of hot and cold on her flesh must have felt indescribably invigorating. She shuddered and groaned then, falling forward to the floor as I dropped with her, rubbing my squirming, twisting cock up and down her body. We found ourselves turned face to face in another few breaths and held on to each other. I was still full of energy and continued to please her, making her crazy by rubbing my large breasts against hers, moaning as she grabbed them and sucked hard on the nipples which I willed to grow larger and longer the more she obsessed with them. Exhausted and sore, but happy, Freda collapsed, leaving me to wipe her down and tote her the short distance to bed. Myself, I wasn't tired in the least. And that gun? Freda was just as likely to use it on herself the day I walked out on her. Well, provided it was remedied from being dropped in bathwater. The gun that Freda (formerly Winifred) had pointed at me was loaded, but I doubt the shot would have killed me even if it had found its mark anywhere lower than my chest. A benefit of being able to transform is a certain unspecified anatomy. In all my years as a doppelganger, I have traveled in many forms, some male, some female. I don't like or trust mankind, but as all of my sort know, we are parasitic in nature, living off of humanity because of our revolting laziness. When the time comes to mate or just to have some fun, we doppelgangers don't always seek out our own kind. Once word of our prowess spread, humanity began in its own awkward way to seek us out as lovers. But, there are people who hate us for the parasites that we are, and even a lover as prized as I am has to be aware of trouble from even the most unlikely place. TO BE CONTINUED