"What do I call you? He? She?" "How about, P'nyssa?" she replied."What do I call you? He? She?" "How about, P'nyssa?" she replied. I decided that trying to stand was a weird enough experience. I sat down on the couch again, awkwardly, and then slid forward onto my knees. I crawled forward until I was kneeling before my own body, with my beloved. "Okay," I said. "Want to come down here with me?" I asked. P'nyssa eased down onto the floor. I helped her keep from falling over. "Thanks." "You're welcome," I said. "Let's go to the bedroom." "We can't even stand and you want to have sex?" she asked. "No, I want a soft place to flop around in." The laugh that came from my mouth was kind of scary. I eased over to the access port and fell down it. I landed on the bed and P'nyssa followed. We lay on the bed, trying out various things that I could normally do with my own body. We decided I couldn't sing no matter whose voice I was using, and she was still telepathic. "Even though I know I'm receiving from over there," she said, tapping my temporary head, "I 'hear' it like I was in here," she tapped my original skull. "And I'm hearing your thoughts. It's very weird, like I'm listening to a stereo track that's off by a tenth of a second per channel." I nodded. With my new tentacle, I reached out and stroked my own face. Her hands reached back and touched my chest, stroking my breasts. That felt neat! In my thoughts I could almost see little sparks streaking just under the skin to my head. When she touched my nipples I sighed with pleasure. "This is weird," she said. "Like?" I asked. "It's so... narcissistic. I'm about to make love to myself. Except I don't feel like myself." "I know the feeling," I replied, smiling. At least, I hope it was a smile. It felt like a smile. She reached up and kissed me. |