(Part V) by Caleb Jones
Paige got out as the cab stopped in front of her apartment. She walked around
to the other side of the car to help me out of the car. I wasn't at ease yet
in her high heels, and needed more practice moving around with the wider hips
I now possessed.
I still felt extrememly disoriented standing next to my former male body. I
continually had to stare up at Paige. Even with the heels, I was wearing, my
head only came up to the level of Paige's shoulders.
I wobbled just a bit as they walked up to the entry. Each and every step that
I took sent my new female body to quivering and jiggling. It was so
frustrating and distracting, yet erotic at the same time.
I turned around to look at the cab. I could just feel the eye of another
watching me. Sure enough, the cabbie had an expression of pure lust upon his
face which I recognized instantly. The driver was undressing my luscious
feminine curves with his mind. A shiver shot up and down my spine, prompting
me to flee for the relative safety of the front door.
Still, as I disappeared into the interior of the building, something inside
of me made me linger for just a moment, and look back over my shoulder at the
cabbie. Nobody had ever looked at me with such obvious desire when I was a
man. In a way it was flattering, even if this wasn't my own body!
The two of us displaced individuals mulled over "the plan" as we moved toward
the elevator. I would go in first, and try to convince Heath that I wasn't
really Paige. It was possible, even likely, that Heath would not understand.
The most probable scanario was that he would think it a joke. Then, and only
then, was I to let Paige in to convince Heath with facts that only the two of
them could possibly know. Otherwise the initial presence of my real body
would create the impression that something else was going on, something which
Heath's jealous nature wouldn't let go of.
It was flawed, but it was the best plan we could come up with. With the kind
of day I was having, he wondered what chance the plan really had to work? I
took a deep breath, and then plucked a keyring from out of the purse I was
now forced to carry. Paige selected the right key for the door, then eased
down the hall to wait.
I opened the door, stepping cautiously into the foyer. The instant I closed
the door, two rather large hands reached around my waist, finally coming to
rest on my big breasts. The hands began to softly massage, and tenderly knead
them, sending pleasurable sensations through my body.
I turned my head to figure out what the hell was going on, although I already
had a pretty good idea. It was Heath. I didn't even have a chance to command
Heath to stop before a mouth placed itself over mine, taking my breath away
with an incredibly passionate kiss.
My knees grew weak, and actually began to buckle, as I was betrayed by the
body I wore. My senses, not to mention the millions of nerve endings, were
assaulted beyond the ability of my more rational male mind to control.
I lost my balance again on the high heels, albeit from a much different
reason this time. Heath's hands drifted away from my tits, one tracing it's
way down my slender torso to my back. The other parked itself around my heart
shaped rear end. I was swept up in the air effortlessly, and was tenderly
kissed, yet again.
Through the torrent of mixed emotions and female hormones, I sensed that I
was being carried elsewhere. I tried desperately to protest, but only managed
to sound weak and breathless. The second that I tried to open my mouth, I felt
Heath's tongue touch my own. I managed to to grab the hair of the head that
was kissing me. However, the meager strength in this body had long since
sapped away.
The totality of my actions only suceeded in creating the illusion that I was
running my finger through Heath's hair, to pull him in closer in order to
kiss him harder. It was an illusion to which Heath immediately responded.
Despite the waning male protests deep within my mind, I eagerly surrendered
to the full, open mouthed French kiss!
Now it was even harder for me to concentrate on the job at hand than it was
before. I knew only that I was placed down somewhere in a darkened room, on
what felt like a bed. The realization that I was on a bed, with a strange man,
was enough to rouse what was left of my shrinking male willpower into action.
"Stop it . . ." I whispered, " . . . please." The soft breathless tone of my
voice made it sound more like an invitation than an effort to halt what was
about to happen. In truth, the body that I wore didn't want it to stop.
I felt one hand undoing the blouse buttons while, the other snaked it's way
with consummate skill under the hem of the skirt to my underpants. I parted
my lips to protest again, but the hand in my panties found a spot that sent a
bolt of lightning careening through my body. It was the most exciting, most
thrilling, and most singularly pleasurable thing I had ever experienced in my
entire life.
I thought for a second that I was wetting my pants. My loins felt very wet
all of a sudden. I idly realized that the pussy that I now possessed had to
be extremely aroused by all of this attention. I had no basis for comparison
to anything I had ever known before. The sensations were insistent, primal,
and so completely feminine.
The combination of pleasurable feelings, in turn releasing even more female
hormones into my system, robbed me of all reason or common sense. The last
vestiges of a male ego or consiousness retreated to a small dark recess of my
new brain. All that remained was instinct, the animal that needed to be
satisfied!
I felt his hand reach out needfully to Heath's erect cock. I placed her tiny
hand around the dick, and started stroking it in a way that I knew would
enlarge it even further. It was very strange because of the startling lack of
sensation that I felt I could feel it in my hand, but couldn't feel it on my
body. I had half expected to feel the sense of an erection that I always felt
when masturbating. I stroked it harder trying to produce some feelings from
it.
Suddenly, it spurted out it's cargo, and started to soften up.
I felt the hand in my pants pull away, as the person next to me mumbled,
"That was great honey. You wore me out. I need a nap. Wake me up when dinner
is ready, OK?"
The body then rolled away from me, and the dick slid from my hand. There was
a grunt of pleasure from my companion, who started snoring.
That is when it dawned on me that I had not been masturbating myself, but
giving another man a hand job. That would explain why I neither felt the
sensation of an erection, nor the release of an ejaculation. I was still
filled to bursting with so much sexual energy and desire, that I thought I
was going to scream.
Despite the reality that, underneath my skin, I was really a man, I couldn't
handle the emotions that welled up within me. I now knew feminine sexual
frustration. I needed for this body to be satisfied. It was hard to ignore
the urge from the void between my legs to be filled. In the blink of an eye,
I was completely disrobed. I plunged one finger into my hot new cunny, while
I rolled an erect nipple between finger and thumb of the other hand. I was so
lost in the needs of my body that I was startled when Heath grabbed me,
pulling my body toward him, Heath must have heard my low moans of pleasure,
and was awakened by them. Heath was very hard again, he must have been
watching me pleasure myself. In one strong thrust, Heath penetrated me. He
began to make passionate love to the body he thought was his wife.
The unique thrill of being penetrated, of having another living being within
me, shattered any resitance that remained within me.
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Paige had been absolutely correct. The erotic sensations of a female body was
something no man, with his preoccupation with anything remotely sexual, would
be able to resist. They were more addictive than the strongest narcotic.
That was the cosmic joke. Men, with their constant pursuit of sex, were much
better suited to be contained within the vessel of a woman, who was built for
sex. Women, on the other hand, who could concentrate on things other than sex,
were much better suited for the body of a man. A woman's practical, rational
nature was much better suited to manipulate the environment in the powerful
body of a man.
Only once before had nature, of all things joined the perfect spirit with the
perfect body, Marilyn Monroe. Now magic, had recreated that perfect union.
Steve practically radiated sexuality from the fusion reaction.
**********
An overwhelming warmth and euphoria swept through my entire being.
Simultaneously, I wrapped my silky legs around Heath's waist, tilted my hips
up to meet his thrust, and pulled Heath's head down so that his hungry lips
could kiss mine.
Our lips parted long enough for me to utter but one word, the "yes" of
unconditional surrender!
In 30 minutes, it was all over. My boobs were still tingling, and the nipples
were engorged, in the afterglow. They felt full and tight as I massaged them.
And my ... pussy ... was sooo hot, and wet with the sperm of Heath. It was
becoming hard to remember that I was ever a man inside this strange, yet
fascinating body. However, remember I did.
My efforts at trying to convince Heath that I wasn't Paige hadn't met with
any success. If anything, Heath would now be convinced that I was Paige! It
was time to retrieve the real Paige from the hallway.
I got up so that I could get dressed, picking up the lacy underwear. As soon
as I stood up, warm sticky cum began to leak from my vaginal crease onto my
inner thighs. I threw the bra and panties that I held in my dainty hands back
onto the floor in disgust, and walked to the bathroom. I rushed to the shower.
I scrubbed my hands, and my genitalia and thighs for the next five minutes, as
if to wash the whole experience away, ignoring the sensitivity from the groin
as much as possible.
Finally, taking a towel, I dried my hands, breaking one of my long fingernails.
After everything else that had happened, this was the one thing that made me
want to start crying! I gingerly wiped off as much of my pussy as I could
stand.
By the time I returned to the bedroom, Heath was again asleep. I bent over at
the waist to scoop up the disgarded feminine undergarments from the floor. I
felt Paige's large boobs sway, and dangle heavily from my chest. I quickly
redressed, although I had a lot of trouble stuffing the boobs into the cups
of the bra. Each time I touched my tits started his nipples swelling again
The feeling of a g-string up the cleft of his ass cheeks was not much better!
Straightening my skirt, I left the bedroom. I ran out to the corridor so that
we could figure out what to do now. Paige would know how to convince Heath
that I really wasn't Paige. I looked up and down the corridor, but it was
silent and empty.
Paige was gone, and she had taken my male body with her!!
