(Part VI) by Raven.
I re-entered the apartment of Heath and Paige. It was my apartment now unless
I could think of something quickly. The prospect of spending the rest of my
life as Paige, as a woman, made me tremble all over.
I flopped down into the nearest chair, which seemed to positively swallow me
up. My breasts bounced around in the bra before settling down. The disparate
sizes of my new body and the chair only served to remind me of the tiny
nature of my new physical stature. That, in turn, only upset me more.
I leaned forward, burying my smooth face into my hands. This too only served
to remind me of my newfound womanhood, as my soft boobs pressed into my
slender forearms. God, I might have these tits for the rest of his life
unless I can find Paige. I stared down at the woman I had become, trying to
imagine living the rest of his life like this.
I began to sob uncontrollably. This was another new aspect of my unfortunate
circumstances. I no longer possessed the ability to tightly control my
emotions. Whatever I was feeling just welled to the surface to be expressed!
Not only was that a problem, but i noticed that it was becoming increasingly
difficult for me to focus and concentrate. It didn't make any sense. I was
usually as sharp as a tack, famous for thinking quickly on my feet.
The name "bimbo" stuck in my head. Paige had used it. It was the way Heath
had treated her. I gasped with the meek little voice that I now had. What if
Heath treated her like a bimbo bacause she really was dumber than a sack full
of rocks, and not because he was sexist. That meant that I had inherited the
same diminished thought capacity that she had.
No! Paige had seemed pretty bright to me when we talked. Of course, she was
using my body and brain now, so that didn't prove anything. I could still be
turning into a simpleton in this strange new body.
That wasn't what really horrified me. I wasn't despondent because I was now a
woman, or even a simple woman. I was depressed from the fact that I was
starting to like being a beautiful woman. I loved having sex as a small, soft,
luscious woman, and not only that but I wanted more, much more!
I wept even harder because I knew I was losing myself. I was becoming someone
that I didn't know. Still, I couldn't think of what to do about it, so I just
curled up into a ball into the chair. I wrapped his arms around my knees and
rocked back and forth, crying my little heart out.
By and by, I heard a male voice, that I recognized to be Heath, question,
"What are you crying about Paige. I didn't hurt you while you and I were... ?"
I looked up to behold a very confused Heath. Of course, he would be confused.
He had just made mad, passionate love to his wife, and here she was bawling
her fool head off. He didn't know what exactly was going on, but he could
sense something was wrong.
However, the second that I saw Heath's face, a potential idea flashed into my
mind. I remembered that Paige told me that Heath was very jealous and
possessive. I could make up a story that "Steve" had made a pass at me, or
even worse, had sexually assaulted me. Heath would move heaven and earth to
find "Steve." I would have to play the part of the victimized woman, in
essence pretending that I really was Paige. I could point Heath in the right
direction by adding little facts, such as where "Steve" lived, what he did,
etc.
My initial hope was dashed rapidly as I considered the potential downside to
this course of action. If Heath really was nuts, he could end up killing my
real body in a fit of jealous rage. Then I would still be in no better
position than I was now. Even worse, if I showed too much information about
"Steve," Heath may think I was a slut or a whore, and beat me! That prospect
didn't exactly thrill me. Heath might as well be a giant to me now that I was
in this tiny new feminine body.
There was still the option of trying to convince Heath that Paige stole my
body. Then we could look for her together. It was so hard for me to pick, so
hard for him to make a decision. Time was of the essence.
Heath noticed that my silence seemed to stretched on and on. He inquired,
"Do you have something that you want to say to me? You're not pregnant or
something are you?"
"N-no," replied I weakly. "At least I hope not!" I thought to myself and
prayed to any gods who might be listening. If any of Heath's sperm made it's
way into my new female plumbing.
I trembled at the thought of my stomach swelling out like a balloon, and the
thought of actually giving birth. It made me want to cry again.
"Then what is it? What is it, damn it?" Heath demanded, growing impatient.
The tone of his voice prompted me to make a snap decision, be it for good or
ill. It would be the truth!
I looked up at Heath with tears still in my eyes, informing him, tenatively,
"I know that this is going to be hard for you to believe, but I'm not Paige.
I'm not your wife."
Heath eyed me suspiciously, "Yeah, right! What kind of stupid game is this? I
don't have time for this Paige. The game's gonna be coming on in a few
minutes."
I answered solemnly, "It's not a game. I only wish it was, or a nightmare
that I could wake up from. It's not. I'm trapped in your wife's body."
Heath laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll bite. If you aren't Paige, exactly who are
you?"
I hesitated for just a second before answering. I knew that convincing Heath
that someone else was trapped in Paige's body was a hard sell, but my next
statement would be worse. "Uh, I'm a man. My real name is Steve, and ...."
Now Heath really began to get angry. "That's enough. This isn't funny at all.
Just go make dinner, damn it!" he exclaimed, raising his voice.
Heath's surge of anger made me sink further into his chair in fear of a
violent reprisal. The man was huge compared to the female body that adorned
my soul. However, it wasn't enough to make me give up my gambit and resolve.
"I'm telling the truth. You've got to believe me. Ask me anything. Ask me
things that only you or Paige would know," I yelled back at Heath.
That made Heath to stop for a moment. "Okay, okay. There's no reason to get
upset about this. I'll play your little game. All right?"
For the next 15 minutes, that is exactly what the two of us did. Heath
quizzed me on every aspect of he and Paige's life. The subjects varied from
the intimate to the mundane, from the profane to the sacred. In each and
every case, I knew nothing. All I could do was make stupid guesses.
"So. Are you convinced that I'm not Paige?" I posited.
"Just because you didn't answer my questions? Of course not. That proves
nothing."
"I didn't answer anything correctly," I protested. This was going down hill
fast.
"Or, you didn't answer right on purpose to try and convince me that you
aren't yourself."
Now I really felt like crying again. "There has to be a way to persuade you
that I'm not Paige. There's just gotta."
I had an inspiration. "You like sports! I know a lot more about sports than
Paige must have known."
Heath looked at me with a curious expression on his face. "I know one way
that you could convince me for sure."
That made me extremely excited. I had a chance. "What? Just tell me what it
is, and I'll do it."
"Well Paige had a very unique way of performing oral sex. Give me a blow job.
If you're not Paige, I'll know right away."
My heart sank. "No!" I moaned. "I can't!"
"It's your choice. It's the only way that I'd know for sure!"
Everything seemed to race around in my mind. I tried to think of another way,
but it was just no use. I had gone much to far down the road that I had
chosen. There was absolutely no way that I could backtrack to option number
one. There was no way that Heath would believe that now. Still, that damned
clock kept ticking.
I looked over to where Heath sat upon the couch. He was clad in only a robe,
since he came right out from the marital bed when he heard the person that he
thought was his wife crying. As I looked at Heath, he opened his robe and
showed me his rising manhood.
I had no idea what was worse, the fact that I was about to perform the
ultimate act of submission that a woman could do for a man, or the fact that
my heart was beating so fast in anticpation of the act. My nipples tightened,
and my pussy got wet once more. Yet again, my body was betraying me.
I couldn't even say a word. There was no need. I got up from my chair, and
cautiously inched over to where Heath was sitting. I slowly bent into a
kneeling position, reaching up to untie the belt of the robe, and completely
uncover the pulsing manhood Heath had revealed. When I spread the sides of
the robe from the very male body in front of me, I was confronted by a fully
erect example of the manhood that I myself had recently lost.
I placed his hands on Heath's rippled washboard abdomen. It was the kind of a
stomach that I once wished that I could have when I was a man. I wasn't a man
any longer. My fingers traced my fingers toward Heath's loins, but avoided
touching his cock for as long as possible. The penis was purplish-red as it
was quite engorged with blood. The shaft was extremely rigid, with veins and
ridges raised along it's side. A droplet of pre-cum appeared upon the tip of
Heath's cock.
Suddenly a wave of hormones ripped through my body. I realized that I had
been licking my lips during the visual inspection of Heath's manhood. I
leaned forward, before I could think about what I was doing, and took the
head of the dick into my mouth.
The sensation of having a male organ in my mouth was too incredible for me to
describe. I could feel a throbbing of my own in my moistening pussy.
I slowly began to work my mouth up and down on Heath's long erect cock. It
seemed so much bigger than my own as his memory recalled. Of course, I had
never seen one so close before, in quite this way. Heath placed his hands on
either side of my head. He intertwined his fingers into my long braided hair
and tugged the French braids apart. He grabbed the hair that had come undone
and pulled me closer, forcing his dick even deeper into the throat of the
person he believed to be his wife.
One of Heath's hands disengaged itself from my now loosely flowing hair and
pulled apart my blouse, sending the buttons flying. Heath tugged the bra down
and off of my heaving bosom. I felt yet another wave of wetness soak my loins.
I didn't try to pull away, I didn't try to escape. I realized I wanted this
now just as much as I expected Heath did. I couldn't even pretend it was his
prick any more, like earlier, it was all too seperated from my groin now, and
it no longer mattered. I just closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of having
the rigid manhood slide in and out of my wet, warm mouth. I ignored the
gagging reflex of having something so deeply into my throat, and buried my
nose all the way into Heath's pubic hair.
This was so very different than the times I had pleasured my old girlfriends
with my old male lips and tounge. I was so lost in the intoxicating sensation
that he was experiencing that I didn't realize that one of my hands had
reached up to Heath's balls, and was fondling them.
Shortly, I felt the cock in his mouth grow harder still. Then I tasted warm
salty liquid spurting into the back of my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed
until it was all gone. It was Heath who had to disengege me from trying to
suck out more cum from his dwindling penis.
I licked the stray droplets of his cum from my lips. It didn't taste as bad
as I thought it would. In fact it even tasted . . . delicious? Then I looked
up to him, from my submissive position to inquire, "Do you believe me now?"
"Yes," assured Heath. "I believe you, but I already knew. Something was
weird today."
"W-what? H-how?" I stammered wide eyed.
"The way you fucked me in the bedroom. Paige is never that passionate. She
usually just lays there, like a dead body."
"T-then the blow job . . . "
"Just to make sure. Paige never gives me head. She thinks it's too disgusting.
It was a trick question!"
I felt like calling him a "bastard" for using me this way. I felt like
getting up and punching him, but I knew that I wasn't his physical equal. Now
that he knew that I was really a man in his wife's body, he was just as
likely to hit me. I had to repress my outrage at what had just happened to
make a plea for his assistance.
"T-then you'll help me then. You'll help me find my own body, and put things
right."
"No. I like things just the way they are now. You are a much better lover
than Paige ever was. It's like your soul was meant to be in her body. I don't
want to give that up."
Now I did rise up and try to pummel him with my small fists. They just
bounced harmlessly off of his broad chest. He plucked my hands away from his
chest with his much larger hands, like I was little more than a nuisance.
Then Heath asked me the most important question of my life. "Do you even want
to find her? You enjoyed it just as much as I did. I could tell. Search your
heart and ask if you really want to give up forever the pleasure that you
just experienced. You would never be able to feel that joy ever again."
