Jack sat there on the couch still trapped in his girlfriend’s body drinking a glass of Scotch and watching the football trying to ignore the fact that he was wearing a corset and a pair of his own boxer shorts after a day of dress-up.
I thought things would be the same after the swap, but I was wrong. After I swapped bodies with a weather reporter in Mexico, my best friend who didn’t get swapped came to visit me there. The only thing I didn’t tell him while we were chatting online is that I switched into a woman.
He was due to come that evening, so I went to work, but when I came back he was sitting on my couch masturbating to something he’d found on the TV.
“Mark, what the FUCK?!”, I shrieked and startled him to death, “I’m not home to welcome you, so you decide to jerk off until I arrive? Fuckin’ God!”
He tries to get up, mumbling something unintelligible, but he slips and stumbles on the floor face-down.
“Heh, haaaa, ummm, yeah, no, well… this is awkward…” he says finally on his feet.
“Damn right it is! Your manners are terrible! You should–“
“Not that!”, he exclaims,”Although that IS all correct…”
“Then what?”
“Well, to put it this way, this is not a good way to start a getting-to-know-each-other-again party.”, he says stepping aside and giving me a look at the TV.
On the TV, a recorded 2 second loop is playing and on it is a woman in a tight blue dress, its low end barely covering her thighs. She turns a bit to a screen and gives a good side view of her body. Then it hits me. It’s me.
“What are the odds, huh?”, Mark says trying to make up for his mistake, but I just give him a harsh look.
“How could you do this? I mean, I know how, but why now? Why on the very first day of your visit?” I ask waiting for an honest answer.
“In my defense, your ass is irresistable in that outfit…”
What? What does he mean by that? Well, I know what he means, but I was a guy before. I think I’d know if I put on a revealing outfit.
“Oh come on, haven’t you seen yourself in the mirror?”, he says taking off my jacket and revealing the same person in the same outfit like on the TV.
I have, actually, seen myself as I do every morning, but I never thought about how I looked to men.
“Well, my ass does stick out a lot, but other women’s asses can’t be much different, can they?” I say groping my own ass in front of the mirror.
So far I haven’t noticed it, but I tend to have an unusual pose where my ass literally leans back together with my legs, while my tits lean forward, as if balancing my body weight.
“Believe me, if I were to choose between fucking your ass and some other girl’s ass, I’d choose you over and over again.”, he says putting his palms beside mine, giving my ass a tight squeeze.
I don’t know why, but I feel like that’s a very good compliment, although my mind tells me it’s sleezy.
“Awwww, thanks! Do you think other men notice it as much as you do?”
This question is actually an honest on. SOmehow I must know if my body makes someone turned on. That kinda gets me a little… you know.. horny.
“As much? Lemme tell you something about that… Have you glanced behind or at the sides while you were walking somewhere?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Was there at least one man with his eyes fixed on your ass?”
“I don’t know if they were fixed on my ASS, but yeah, there was always a man behind. Why do you ask?”
“Because they eyefuck you into oblivion every time they see you, but they want something more and that’s where you come in.”
I don’t like how he accused all the men just like that, but I fear that’s the ugly truth, some of which I remember from being a guy.
“If you give them a little something-something, you could gain influence and power. For example, if you want a higher pay, blow your boss!”
“What?! Blow my boss? That’s just wrong, using my body to get what I want.”
“Why? You think he would mind? You see, both sides win here. You’ve got nothing to lose.”
Somehow I believe him, but there’s now way I’m sucking off some guy just for money. Maybe if he were cute. Wait, what am I saying?! Not even then!
“And why do you keep pushing me to do this, exactly? What’s your profit here?”
“Well, you know what’s the worst thing that can happen to you, or any woman for that matter?”
“What?”
“Sexual inexperience.”
What does he mean by that? I know I’ve never used this body for sexual purposes, but I bet any woman can give a good blowjob without even trying.
“That’s where I come in.”, he says,”I could show you some things. Secrets to men’s hearts. But if you say yes, you have to agree to every tip and term I tell you, okay?”
I think he’s a little dramatic, but I still agree wanting to see what “golden advice” he’ll give me.”
“Take off your clothes.”, he orders and I do it, but leave my underwear and bra on. That’s as far as I can go.
He doesn’t complain, so I just stand there in front of him.
“Come here and kneel before me.”
I have a slight prediction as to where this is all going, but I know I can always get away from him if something alarming happens. I get on my nees not too close to him while he takes off his shirt.
“When did you get abs?”, I say in shock while touching his chest.
I don’t believe I said something that stupid. I let my amazement of his muscles take over me. Stupid, stupid, stupid! They were hard, though.
He just smiles strangely and then he says:
“Unzip my pants.”
Okay, this is starting to get a little weird. I don’t want to do this, but it’s so tempting so I give in. I slowly grab the zipper and pull it down, then take his trousers down to his knees.
I avoid looking at his underpants, which is the only thing he’s wearing now, but I keep glancing that way against my will. The more I look, the less repuslive it all feels. I think he’s hard. Or is he?
I try not to think about it just when he says:
“Take my underpants off.”
I actually want to get this over with, so I grab his underpands by the sides and quickly pull them down without looking at what’s inside. I find myself hard to resist, as if there was a bug in my brain, so I give it a fair look and face the consequences.
“Oh my God, it’s soooo huuuge!”
That was it. The only thing I could say. It was true, though. I instinctively started stroking his cock with both hands and spitting on it. It was as if this woman had already done such things that her body got used to it.
“That’s right. Good girl.”, he says,”The first step is a good reaction. That gets a man hard. Now suck some more and then I’ll see how your ass can handle this cock.”
I was sceptical at first, but I had to admit: it felt amazing. After my friend Dan had brought me this piece of tech and explained his plan, I couldn’t help but shake my head in bewilderment. He wanted me to put on this one-piece skinsuit, apparently the newest project from his research facility, and play his girlfriend in front of his parents. Of course I didn’t think that was going to work, but he insisted I at least try it on. Now that I’m wearing this thing, I’m not so sure anymore. The plan sounds crazy alright, until you consider I used to be a guy a few minutes ago.
“So, what do you think?” Dan asked me in anticipation.
“I do-“, taken aback by my voice, I put a hand on my lips, gasping. A delicate, slender hand on my soft full lips.
“Oh yeah, right. The suit also alters your voice, probably should’ve told you.” he explained.
“This is messed up! I mean, I know this isn’t my body. But it feels so right.” I said softly, listening to my new husky voice.
Now curiosity got the better of me and I stepped into the bathroom, closing the door and hearing Dan in muffled tones behind the door say “Don’t take too long. And be careful with the suit!”. I turned to the mirror and looking at me was a breathtaking brunette in black underwear. I lifted my arm. She did the same. I looked down, hefting my breasts with both hands. She did the same. I turned around, looking over my shoulder, taking in her beautiful behind. She did the same. She mirrored my every move, I was her.
Then I noticed something: She did everything with a feminine grace and elegance that I knew I didn’t possess before. Had this suit done more things to me than I thought? “What else did this thing change?!” I asked fiery stepping out the bathroom door. “Maybe some small adjustments to your muscle memory…” he calmly stated.
“I’m still not convinced your plan’s going to work. I may look, sound and move like a woman, but there’s no way I can pass as a real one in a real conversation.”, I emphasized the word real.
“Don’t worry. That’s why I’ll let you stay like this for the next two weeks for practice before my parents are visiting. I’m sure it’ll work just fine!”
Harry was doing whistles, and ogles at the busty chick at his party, Gwen. She was getting uncomfortable, and disturbed by this rudeness, but what could she do? Somehow, Harry, and his buddies managed to find a way to pull Gwen’s top off, and snip off her bra as well, exposing her huge chest to the partygoers. She was stunned, humiliated, and upset, but then….
John was all set to click the button for the fifth and final preset on his son’s Total Swap App when the door opened and his son walked in. John quickly explained what had happened, how he found the phone and was looking though the presets. Jimmy was a little embarrassed that his Dad found out his secret but his Dad seemed pretty interested in the app so Jimmy got an idea.
Scouring through the internet, I found hundreds of weight loss programs. Some were too easy to be true, and others required a lifestyle change that I needed desperately, but was too lazy to accomplish. I enjoyed eating, drinking, and smoking too much to stop, but everyone knows the quote, “Nothing tastes better than being skinny.” Enough was enough, and I found a program that really caught my eye.
Gary was afraid of flying in planes and never had flown in one before. Then the Great Shift hit one afternoon, and he was up in a plane! If this wasn’t shock enough, he was now in the body of Juanita Fuentes, latina flight attendant on an airliner.
When Tom’s roommate Joe found that spell which let promised to swap the gender of the caster, Tom didn’t think it was that weird that Joe cast it. After all, it was a chance to have all the access to tits and a pussy you wanted. Of course, the spell could only be cast once a month during a full moon, so Joe was gonna be a chick for awhile. Joe said he was curious and just wanted to roll with it.
Yeah, you might’ve turned me into a sexy woman but all you’re getting out of it is blue balls. Better luck next time bitch.
One day, for no reason at all, I felt really tired in the middle of the day, I couldn’t barely work. I left the office, and went to my appartment, I just had to sleep. When I woke up, I noticed everything was wrong, my apparment walls were pink, my furniture looked all girly. I stood up, and felt my hair touch my shoulders and breasts. “Wait a minute!” I said outloud. I walked to the mirror, and saw, in it, a reflection that wasn’t mine. I looked down, and I was wearing nothing but an unbuttoned white blouse.