(Part IV) by Raven Poe.
I showed Paige around my apartment, guiding her through everything that she
would need to impersonate me until we were able to get our real bodies back.
"This is a very nice place that you have here. What do you do for a living?"
asked Paige curiously.
"I'm a mate with the Merchant Marine. Actually I work down in the engine room,
maintaining all of the machinery. I'm out on ship for months at a time, so
there's really no way to spend the money that I make. I just bank' it, and
then sign up to go out on another ship. As a matter of fact . . . ."
I stopped in mid-sentence. I had been explaining my profession to Paige like
I would be to any girl whom I just met. I momentarily forgot that I was now
the girl. Not only that, in mid-sentence I remembered that I was scheduled to
ship out in another two day's time. It was a big paying job, and one that had
career advancement opportunities. At this late stage I could not get out of
it!
"What's wrong?" questioned Paige, suddenly concerned.
I plopped down on his bed, feeling my large boobs jiggling as I did so.
"Oh, God. How do you women ever get used to every part of your body moving in
different directions at the same time? These tits jiggle every time I move,
and these hips wiggle back and forth anytime I try to walk. I can actually
feel my ass cheeks move up and down with each step. There are things dangling
from my ears. It's enough to drive you crazy.
And this hair . . . ." I commented pointedly, reaching around and pulling a
mass of heavy hair from behind me. That maneuver only succeeded in having
another part of the long hair fall into my eyes. I brushed it away with a
flip of one hand with a disgusted, frustrated expression upon my face.
"It's just that girls grow up into it from a young age." Paige interjected.
"I guess it's just something that you get used to gradually, so you don't
notice anything unusual. Most girls get earrings when they are babies, at
least all my friends did. Others get them when they become teenagers. You get
used to them after a while. And you don't get big boobs in one day. like you
did, Steve. I didn't even notice them getting bigger until my mom bought me a
training bra. I learned how to handle them as they got bigger. Unfortunately,
you are getting the full female experience, all at one time."
"That's interesting but not much help, I'm afraid." I bemoaned, sadly. My
voice came out weak and soft, like any emotionally distaught woman.
"You're going to have to learn to get used to it anyway, and the sooner the
better. What were you saying before, about your job, when you stopped?"
"I'm scheduled to ship out on a new job in two days. I'm supposed to be out
on the ocean for six months on this trip. If we can't get switched back,
you're going to have to go out in my place."
For the first time since this happened, Paige finally appeared to be
concerned. "How can I pretend to be you? They'll figure it our right away."
"No. It wouldn't be too bad. This was to be my first time on this ship.
Nobody knows me, so that wouldn't be a problem. You'd just have to figure out
how to run the engines. Let's not think about that, let's just find the
damned circus."
Paige asked, "How are we gonna do that?"
I sat up and thought for a few seconds. I tried to prop up my chin on my hand,
but was reminded of my current physical status by the feeling of a large
breast flattening into my arm. Everything i did only served to remind me that
I was in a woman's body instead of my own.
A brilliant idea occured to me. "Circuses have to get city permits to have a
show. Maybe the city offices have a copy of the schedule."
"I guess so," replied Paige flatly. Despite the potential problem with the
ship, she was none too eager to give up her new male body.
I frantically called the city offices. It took me a couple of tries to
depress the right buttons on the phone with the long manicured finger nails
on the end of each finger. Each time that I missed, I exclaimed, "Damn!"
softly, as if I ought to be able to do it perfectly.
While the phone was ringing on the other end, I smirked, "Even these nails of
yours are a pain in the ass!"
His last comment forced Paige to remark with an irritated expression,
"They're just fine when the shoe's on the other foot, aren't they?"
I didn't bite. "I never asked a woman to paint her nails in all my life as a
man."
Fortunately, I was saved from a debate by the voice of the city clerk on the
other end of the line. In a short 5 minute phone call I learned that the
circus was due in a town about 2 hours from here. They were to be there for 3
days. After I hung up, I was only too happy to tell Paige the good news.
I could hardly contain his enthusiam. "Let's get on the road. If we hurry, we
can be there in two hours."
"What time is it now?"
We both looked at the watches on our respective new wrists. It was just after
5:00 p.m.
Paige chimed in, "We can't go now. Heath will be getting out of work at the
club in about an hour. If he can't find me ... er ... you, he will go nuts.
The guy is very jealous and possessive."
"Well then, when can we go?"
"The best time is tomorrow afternoon, while he is at work. That brings up
another problem. I'm scheduled to work the lunch shift down at Hooters
tomorrow." Paige advised analytically.
"You don't mean . . ." I started to protest.. I was interupted by Paige.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. You'll have to fill in for me. Heath and I
need the money, so I can't afford to take a day off. Besides, after working a
shift a Hooters as a sex object you may decide that you like being a girl.
You might not want to change back, which would be fine with me!"
"Not likely." came the reply.
"We'll see." Paige said with an evil smile.
"What are we going to do about your husband, Heath?"
"Hey. He's your husband now!"
"Whatever. The point I'm trying to make is that he knows you better than
anyone. I may be able to get away with one shift at Hooters by faking a bad
mood, or not talking to anyone, but he'll know that I'm not you. He'll sense
something's wrong."
Paige was thoughtful. "Hmmmm. Your right. He's is going to want sex tonight.
He wants it every night. Not that I objected, mind you. That could be a
problem tonight, though. Little things, like the way that you kiss him, or
the way that you have sex with him, would be different. Even he would know
something's wrong. And you can't beg off because of a period. I just had mine
last week, I mean you had your's last week."
I jumped up, setting all of my new bodily parts jiggling and swaying. "Hold
on. I'm not letting any guy stick his dick in me. I'm a guy. I ain't no homo!"
"Uh . . . in case you haven't checked lately, you most definitely are not a
guy. It wouldn't be anything unnatural at all. You should just relax, enjoy
it, and see how the other half lives, and loves. If nothing else, it will
make you the ultimate lover. Just think how good you'll be when you get back
to your own body, and you know exactly what pleases a woman. You'd be
irresistable!"
That got me to thinking seriously. "Hmmmm. I hadn't thought of that. This is
a unique opportunity to learn how you girls think. I've never understood you!
It would be a shame to waste this oppotunity."
**********
Paige drew closer to him now. She placed one of her hands on Steve's large
pecs. She had always read that women get infinitely more pleasure out of sex
than a man. She suspected that if a man could experience that pleasure, it
would be like a drug that he couldn't resist. If her guess was right correct,
sex as a woman would be more addictive than cocaine. He wouldn't ever want to
go back. If she could get him pregnant, and her maternal instinct kicked in,
then it would be "fait accompli." Her whole goal was to trick him into
sleeping with a real man!
"I could show you some of the mysteries. I could show you what goes where and
why." All of the while, she had been genttly rubbing her former nipple. She
could feel it begin to swell in response to her erotic suggestions.
**********
The feeling of nipples swelling on my chest, along with the sensation of a
pleasant warmth and wetness between my legs, was enough to freak me out. I
jumped back, away from Paige.
"No. Stay away from me. You're right, it would be very interesting, but some
things should remain a mystery. Otherwise, it takes all of the fun out of it.
It is something that I would rather not know, thank you very much. Besides
I've already learned more than enough about being a woman already today."
"Then what other bright ideas do you suggest?"
"We'll just have to tell Heath the truth!"
"Are you mad? He'll never believe us, or even worse he'll think that you, I
mean me, damn, I'm so confused.... one of us is trying to steal Paige from
him. It could get ugly."
"We'll just have to convince him somehow. How else are we going to explain a
strange man hanging around your house teaching you how to be a Hooters girl?
You're going to have to show me the ropes. You're going to have to show me
how to walk, talk, dress, everything in order to last even one day as a woman.
You'll have to tell me about all of the girls at your work, your boss,
friends, enemies, etc."
**********
There was dead silence. Paige didn't know exactly what to say. Plan "A" went
down in flames. She would have to think of some other way to get Steve into
bed to experience first hand the glory of being a woman. It was something she
didn't want anymore. In other words, she was ready to trade up for the power,
strength, and independence of being a man.
Paige had to rely on the fact that Heath's sex drive would overrule his
knowledge. Hell, he may be even more turned on by the thought of a strange
man's mind in his wife's sexy body. He was deviant enough to actually like
something like this.
**********
Paige smiled, "Okay, let's go . . ."
"Could you at least do something about all of this hair for me?"
She gesture me over, indicating that she wanted me to sit down, facing away.
Paige went in to the bathroom, and grabbed a brush. For the next ten minutes
she worked tediously to put my long silky hair into a French braid.
