Chapter 13

I finally got tired of staying in the hospital bed with my brain working full blast and not a hint of sleep in my thoughts.

The silly hospital gown was tied in the back and I could see in the mirror that my ass cheeks were sticking out like an open invitation to some pervert with an inclination to bend me over at the first opportunity.

I held my plasma pole with one hand and used my other hand to hold the gown together in the rear and headed out on an expedition of the long hallway that echoed like the Swiss Alps with words spoken by unseen residents. I headed out into my Brave New World with the need for intelligent conversation with some other present day human being back in my comfortable male body with all the male equipment in proven working order once again.

The first doorway had a sad scene of an elderly man who looked like he was well on his way to the Last Roundup surrounded by family tearfully bidding him “goodbye” with their faces and not their words.

I quickly vacated that scenario and kept walking or, rather, shuffling down the hallway to a room that had only a female resident looking blankly out a window at the grey fog outside. Something about her face struck a chord in my brain housing group that tugged on my memory. I entered the room without comment hoping to get a better look at her to see if I knew her and might even remember her name.

The chart at the foot of the bed said simply “Eva Kaminski, speaks Polish and German”.

It would be an understatement to admit that I was completely blown away by the realization that right in front of me was my alter-ego, Eva the Jew-girl from Krakow. I knew from Einstein’s theory of Relativity that second editions of one time traveler could not be in the same time-space continuum at the same time without causing a ripple effect of unknown proportion. The girl asked me in Yiddish if I had gotten lost and I replied in German that she didn’t belong here. After all, this was my universe, and she was poking her silly head into my personal space.

She laughed at my confusion and told me, “You don’t own your space, it can be used by me just as you used my body for your own convenience.”

Suddenly, I realized that we were like bookends of the same person, one female and one male and from different worlds and different time periods. We were in the same room and there was no chaotic explosion that would rip us apart according to the supposed rules of the space-time theory.

The Jew-girl reached out and grabbed my aroused shaft and I knew she had been raped and tortured and beaten with me inside her the entire time. I was her and she was me and there was nothing I could do about it except marvel at the fact that I, John Smith had been as much a female as a male the entire time.

Strangely, as the past and present John Smith, I held all the memories of Eva the Jew-girl inside my brain, and I instinctively knew that my female alter-ego was in the same position regarding my past and present adventures. That was a mystery to me because it was like two sides of the same coin, one female and the other male.

We finally settled on a mixture of German and English as our verbal line of communication, and it was almost as if we didn’t even need to hear our words. It was possible for us to communicate with our thoughts and not even use our voices to understand the other person.

Eva was fondling my male equipment with a curiosity of a feral cat wanting all the answers to why she craved me inside her in all her feminine glory. I did my best to hide my confusion and sense of amusement of the thought that should we copulate, it would be like “fucking oneself” literally and not theoretically in conflictive debate.

I sensed Eva pondering my unspoken thought and she started to tug my shaft with her determined and decidedly depraved fingers. Her eyes locked with mine and I could feel the emotion of her female pleasure at controlling my private parts with her dominant need. Of course, I should have pulled away, but the feeling was so explosively fantastic that I smiled down at her and pushed closer to the bed to give her more leverage in her ministrations.

Standing there next to her, I held onto my drip pole with stiff attention to duty and felt my spunk stir inside my groin and saw the white lines of my juices splatter her medical gown with sticky residue. It startled me to see the seed of my desire and I knew it was not appropriate in the present circumstance.

“Eva, I think we should go really slow with this sort of stuff. I am not sure that our merging together is scientifically possible. It might cause a “butterfly effect” that would result in a disastrous Conundrum creating a black hole that would suck us both into a one-way wormhole of no return.”

The little imp looked up at me and remarked, “I wonder how it would feel to have me inside of me and feel my own spunk spurting into my tunnel of love with creamy cosmic glue of my own DNA.”

I looked at her and I knew she could sense my thought that my thick shaft would love the feel of my own vaginal channel surrounding my stiff rod with a velvety touch of paradise never experienced in human history.

One of the nurses came in and she smiled at the sight of Eva’s fluttering fingers still wrapped around my devious dick.