Mind Pirate: Inception

By Aaron Pery

He had never known his mind's true capacity but, once ensconced in Jessica's body, Donald accepts his new place in the world as a young female. However, since Jessica had led a rather unsavory lifestyle and had acquired a police record as a result, he creates for himself a new and unshakeable identity--hence the birth of Lucille Holloway.
Lucy quickly becomes enamored with her new and thrilling life as a woman and undergoes many adventures as she develops a social circle of devoted friends and becomes financially established.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aaron Pery
• Release date: Mar 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476456362

Aaron Pery

As most authors might claim, I was always been a natural storyteller and voracious book reader. Somehow, I also knew that some day I would sit down and write a book, which I did quite recently.When I finally sat in front of my computer monitor to do just that, the words literally came pouring out. Before very long, I had written many books in various genres.At first, my prolific writing was mainly for the pleasure and self-entertainment involved, until I discocered Smashwords and ebooks, and here I am, a published author with a long list of books to my credit. And many more to come.

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Mind Pirate - Inception

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Mind Pirate - Inception

Chapter 1

The sound of creaking bedsprings woke her up and she smiled with pleasure when, a moment later, her breasts were squeezed and a hand began stroking between her thighs. Responding instinctively when feeling her lubricating fluids welling, she raised her pelvis in preparation for what was about to occur. Her eager anticipation was quickly rewarded when she saw the outline of her man climb over her, shuddering when she felt his heavy weight on top of her and his hard cock pressing against her dilated opening.

The thrill of receiving his engorged cock inside her, its warmth massaging every sensitive spot along her vagina as it traveled rhythmically in and out, made her issue a triumphant yell. She climaxed a few minutes later when a spurt of the fiery cum filled her with great soothing fulfillment. Her body convulsed with sensual tremors long after the man withdrew, and soon afterwards, once relaxed, she stopped shaking and fell asleep again.

Neither had uttered a word before or during their love-making, nor had either shown any affection for one another. It had been as though they were two strangers who had gotten together for a previously agreed upon need for sexual release.

When Donald woke up it was still dark but he could sense the early morning light on the drapes, making it easier to notice objects in the unfamiliar room. He felt the warmth of a naked back next to him and assumed that he must have picked up the girl at one of the bars that he frequented whenever in search for sexual release. We must have had us quite an orgy, Donald thought, his nose picking up the cloying aroma of spent sexual fluids. Smiling as he got out of bed, he thankfully patted the naked bottom that jutted next to him.

He stood up and yawned deliciously. Great way to start the day, he thought, feeling alert and vibrant. He began walking toward where he thought the bathroom must be and, moving cautiously along the dark corridor, he found a door that he was certain led to his destination.

Donald's first thought when he reached the bathroom was that the woman who occupied it was not overly concerned with keeping it clean. Then, just as he found the light switch he stopped, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.

It was the physical well-being that he realized feeling ever since he had gotten up, which he had not experienced in over ten years. He now recalled feeling limber and strong when he had wiggled out of bed, and that he had traversed the corridor without a need to stretch and align his usual morning kinks and cricks. And, Donald realized, there was a peculiar heaviness on his chest, which had been swaying with every step he had taken on the way over to the bathroom.

When the significance of the heavy weight on his chest reached his mind, Donald felt a cold shiver run along his spine. Holy shit, my body suddenly developed tits. And they feel big, too. No, it can't be. Impossible. I know who I am and I most certainly am a man. No way can I have tits, so I must be dreaming. I must wake up before I go nuts. Still, his sense of being awake was real and frightening in its implication when Donald kept feeling the pull of two fleshy globes suspended over his chest.

Hoping to dispel the absurd notion that he was dreaming, he pressed the light switch, shutting his eyes for a second against the brightness that flooded the bathroom. He opened them slowly, then turned his head in an attempt to find himself obscured by the image that reflected in the mirror. Nothing. There was no one else in there other than the young woman leaning against the counter with her large breasts dangling over the sink.

The sight was so overwhelming that it took Donald a few seconds to raise his eyes and scrutinize the face reflecting in the mirror. Just as the specter of the breasts below it, the youthful face was definitely feminine. Son of a bitch, Donald murmured to himself as he looked into the mirror for, as he gazed deeply the eyes reflecting in it he knew without any doubt that behind them, in the face of this unknown woman, dwelt his mind. It was no dream, he was now sure as he straightened up.

Suddenly realizing that the shape that he saw in the mirror was just one element of his anatomy, Donald stepped backward, a horrified expression creeping into his face when he saw the plump woman looking at herself. His eyes were drawn as though by a magnet to an area just below her slightly protruding belly, to the mat of curly red hairs of her bush.

Donald's eyes inspected the area, hoping against hope that he would find what he was looking for, but what he saw when he spread his legs apart was the distinct swell of two thickly padded skin folds defining the external outline of a pussy. No balls and no cock, nothing. Attempting to verify what he saw, he patted himself and found a deep cleft between the two hairy mounds of flesh as his unsteady hand kept tracing downward without finding his maleness. Then I'm a woman, his mind told him, regardless of who I remember me being. He was so engrossed in his distressing discovery that he failed to notice the sleepy but angry looking man who entered the bathroom.

How many times I gotta tell ya ta close the fucking door before you turn the fucking light? Stupid fat cunt, you never remember fucking nothing. Now ya got me up and I'm pissed, and you gonna fucking pay.

The big man approached him with a threatening look on his face and Donald froze, frightened out of his wits as he came closer, his fists balled for the beating. It was as though it was happening in slow motion for Donald, who scrutinized his antagonist in an utterly scared fascination until the sight of the oversized genitals dangling freely between the man's legs provoked a rage within him that he never knew he was capable of. It was a sense of utter fury that set him off as he emitted a deafening animal howl and launched himself at the man.

Despite the man's size and apparent strength, the attack caught him by surprise and he fell backward as Donald hung on to him and pounded his chest with clenched fists. It took him less than a minute to get his senses back before the man tore Donald away and dropped him to the floor with an amused laugh, then began stomping him. his angry howl changed into a bellow, blaring and ceaseless as he was brutally beaten. Later, when he found himself on a stretcher in a speeding ambulance, Donald could not remember when he'd lost consciousness.

An attendant looked at the woman sympathetically when he saw her eyes open. Don't move, Miss. you got yourself quite a pounding. I gave you something to ease the pain so you won't hurt much once it takes effect. You alright otherwise?

There it goes, he called me Miss. Positive proof that I haven't gone crazy and that I'm really a woman. Is it possible that I am? Must be who and what I am, which means that thinking that I'm a man was the dream. Must be, because now I can remember lying on my back with that animal's cock in my pussy pumping until he filled me with hot cum. That was no dream. Then why did I think that I used to have a cock and balls, that my chest was flat, and that I was a lot older? Is my life is so miserable that I put it into my head that I'm someone else? And the lowlife talked like we were a pair rather than me being his casual piece of ass. Was it my place, or his? What's my name, and why don't I know anything about myself and who I am?

The injection was beginning to take effect, calming her great agitation while reducing her excruciating pain. She was conscious when wheeled into Emergency and a doctor and nurse checked her out. Her interest was aroused when a policeman walked in and asked the doctor about her condition.

Not as bad as we thought. She has no lacerations because the guy was barefoot. and a multitude of heavy blows that will turn into huge black-and-blue welts, which are nothing to worry about. Her kidney must be damaged because there's blood in her urine, and she winces every time I touch her ribs, so we'll keep her here for a while and take X-rays to find out the extent of her internal injuries. Also, she had had sex recently but there's no sign of her being a rape victim. How about the guy that did it to her?

In jail, hopefully for a long time. He got a whole bunch of arrests for assault and battery on other women. His name's Clyde Johnston. He roughed her up all the time but she never put in a complaint. This time the neighbors thought he was killing her when they heard her horrible screams so that they called 911.

I'll never understand how women like her allow these brutes to abuse them and never complain.

Not only that, he also mooched money from her and stayed in the apartment rent free. Anyway, please send me your report as soon as possible so I can add it to my own.

It'll be my pleasure.

I need the correct spelling of her name and birth date.

Jessica LuAnne Myles. LuAnne is one word, capital A and an e at the end. Date of birth September 6, 1989.

Got it. That makes her barely twenty-three. Too young to have sunk this low.

Typical of the breed, I'm afraid. Uneducated, probably very stupid, and unable to live any other way.

So that's who I am, Jessica thought as they wheeled her to Intensive Care and cautiously installed her in bed. So why think I'm an old man called Donald? Who's this Donald anyway, and why think that I'm a man at all? What happened to me that was so terrible that my mind went so bonkers that I persuaded myself I'm someone else rather that a twenty-three year old woman? And I'm not a stupid broad like they think I am, I know that. But why, if I'm so smart, did I get involved with that gorilla with a salami-size dick? Maybe because he was such an excellent stud that I tolerated his brutality. Jessica felt her face break into a grin when she remembered the pleasure he had given her. She dropped into peaceful sleep in the midst of reliving the details of Clyde's sexual ability to so greatly please her.

Chapter 2

How's my girl this morning? Any pains? Jessica heard a voice addressing her when she woke up.

She turned her head and saw the smiling face of a familiar doctor and responded without thinking. None that I can feel, so I guess I'll live.

The smile vanished from the doctor's face and was replaced with amazement. You're talking. My God, you're talking.

Of course I'm talking. Why should that be so surprising? Yet, Jessica was amazed as well because this was the first time she had heard herself speaking, she was positive about that. It had a deep, resonantly rich contralto.

Because this is the first time you've spoken in a while.

That's strange, doctor. I'm sure I've only been here a short time and spent most of it sleeping. So why the surprise?

The doctor pulled a chair over to her bed. You don't remember seeing me, or being in this hospital before?

No. Is there any reason why I should?

You should because I personally checked you out of here two days ago. I even drove you home because that moron of a boyfriend you've got forgot to pick you up.

Things are getting confused again, Jessica thought, just when I was beginning to accept who I am. Never mind Clyde. Please tell me, doctor, why was I here before? All that I can remember is waking up last night in bed with Clyde, and what had happened from that point on, but nothing prior to that.

The doctor gave Jessica a reassuring pat. That's about where you were when you left the hospital, but now you're talking and remember current stuff. Excellent sign of recovery, just as I had hoped would be the case once you returned to your normal environment.

Which can, at best, be described as a rather sick one.

True, but it sure helped you get back to your senses.

What was wrong with me, doctor?

You were in a car accident in which the driver died and you were badly hurt.

How severe?

You weren't breathing when they brought you to Emergency.

How long ago?

Ten days ago. According to the paramedics you had died on the way to the hospital and all he thought I needed to do was verify his finding and sign the death certificate. I had been on duty for almost forty-eight hours straight and was so beat that I accepted his opinion and set your gurney aside while taking care of other patients. Then, once I took care of them I got to you and removed the sheet that covered your face while starting to work on your papers. I guess it will haunt me for the rest of my life, especially the point at which I noticed saw your open eyes moving to side to side, checking to see where you were.

Jessica looked at the crestfallen face of the doctor and, understanding how badly he must feel, she took his hand and squeezed it tightly. Thank you for saving my life. Is that why you seem to have adopted me? You don't look that much older than I am, you know.

No need to thank me for almost making a fatal mistake by wheeling you still living body into the freezer, where you would've surely died. And you're right, I'm just three years older than you.

Some kind of a genius?

He nodded, smiling. Child prodigy, I'm afraid. But very human nonetheless, as you just found out.

I like very human people, Doctor. Oh, what's your name?

Mitchell. Mitch Peters.

Listen, Dr. Peters. You were tired and almost made a mistake but it turned out okay, so why keep beating yourself? Also, the way it looks like from where I am, you got more balls than most people because none, having been in such a position, would have readily admitted their mistake. At least not to their patient.

Dr. Peters looked at her thankfully. I'd rather you called me Mitch when we're alone. And there's quite a bit more to the story than what I've told you so far.

Okay, Mitch. Go ahead, I'm all ears.

Let me start with how much you remember right now.

Zip. Like I said, only things that happened since last night, from around midnight.

Nothing else? Not even who you are?

Only my name and date of birth, which I heard being said aloud. I was quite confused about my age and who I was until then.

Who did you think you were?

As crazy as it might sound, I woke up early this morning thinking that I was a man, an old one at that, and I couldn't stop bemoaning the fact that I had suddenly developed breasts and had a vagina instead of my masculine equipment. And even worse was the knowledge that I'd just been fucked by a man with a salami size cock. And loved it, too.

Dr. Peters was shaken by the idea. Horrible notion for a man to have, to wake up and think he had been emasculated. You're very much a woman, Jessica, inside and out, of that I can assure you as a physician. Must've been a nightmare.

Yeah, I figured that much. But it was so vivid that it gave me a terrible fright.

The mind is a complicated organ, Jessie. Despite all the scientific advances in the medical field lately, no one really knows what it's capable of, nor why it does what it does.

Isn't the name Jessie kind of masculine? Jessica said when she realized what Dr. Peters had called her.

Yes, but your femininity is so evident that no one could mistake you for a man. Do you mind being called Jessie?

No, but it reminded me of my strange notion of having been a man.

There are stranger things about you that we must discuss, things so bizarre that I had told no one about them. Dr. Peters said after a while, seeming slightly hesitant.

Don't you have to? I mean the hospital or your boss?

True, but I figured they'll think I'm crazy if I did so I covered things up. Let me show you what I mean. Dr. Peters walked over to the foot of the bed, where he lifted a clear plastic container half-filled with yellow liquid. "Clyde stomped you