Recursion A.???

RECURSION

A.???

Oliver and Josephine are themselves again, two sixty-something pensioners, man and woman, standing wrinkly and naked in a blank hallway with two doors, staring at each other in embarrassed wonder. Foreign memories swirl in their minds: of being young again, of being kidnapped and milked, of strange fucking. Oliver remembers becoming Ollie, being a woman, the weight of breasts, the soft supple skin, a wet pussy and a raging hardon. Josie knows what its to be cattle, to be bovine, to be gloriously milked like a farm animal. Oliver blushes, averts his eyes and Josie shivers in confusion. 

Oliver wonders what it all means. Did he secretly yearn to be a woman? All this time? He was happy as a man, wasn’t he? He’s had a good life, great maybe. Sure, he’d crossdressed a few times, on a dare in uni or for a halloween or two, but that had been a joke, right? Just a laugh! Giddy transgressions, not gender dysmorphia. But… but being Ollie had felt so good, so sexy, so right… and being Oliver again is so drab in comparison. Oliver felt a twinge of arousal as he remembered being Ollie, beautiful and tall and busty and well hung, feeling like a goddess. Did he actually want to be her? Forever? What would Josephine think?

Josie meanwhile thinks about her own sexual awakening. Why had she turned into a cow? Why did it turn her on to become swollen with mammaries? To lactate? To be treated like a beast? What the fuck was up with that? She bit her lip and touched the slight paunch of her stomach, felt the lack of weight there. She liked cows alright, had a kitchen decorated with little bovine figurines, and she’d always liked having her tits sucked, but never would she have connected the two. Had this kink been hiding inside her all along? Unspoken, unknown even, dormant until she’d been provided incontrovertible proof of the tangled connection through bestial orgasm? She silently rolled the word moo around in her mouth, felt a tingle in her belly, the rightness of it. Did she want to be a cow? A cowgirl? Forever? What would it mean to be a dairy animal for the rest of her life? How would Oliver handle it?

The old married couple study each other nervously, each contending with their own desires, but also knowledge of their partner’s revealed fetish. Did her husband really want to be a multi-breasted girl? Did his wife want to be his cow? What did this mean for them? For this life they had built together? For their future? “Josie…” 

“It’s okay,” Josie says, taking her husband’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “I told you I wanted an adventure, didn’t I?”

Oliver blushes, reaches to adjust long red hair that isn’t there. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The married couple turn their attention to the two doors leading out of this hallway. One is marked EXIT and one is labelled simply B. Josie and Oliver are certain, somehow, that walking through the EXIT will be more than just stepping outside, it will be accepting their new knowledge and committing to it. A choice to carry their fetish back into their lives, with all the complexity and complications that will entail. Door B represents a mercy, an escape, a step back to start again, to see if some other safer truth might be revealed. There is a descision to be made.

 

“What should we do?” Oliver asks.

Josie smiles, holds his hand, tugs it, “I think you know.”

Together they step forward and…

Go through the EXIT  -OR-  Go through Door B