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by R L Singer


  “Baby, things aren’t exactly that way…” I tried to explain but she didn’t let me. I guess she was too pissed for it.

  “They are exactly like that. You’re a selfish, egocentric, bad excuse of a man. Don’t call again until you’ve grown up.”

  She ended the call and I stared at the phone, not sure how to act. God, I have never been able to understand women. And I tried, I really tried, but each time I thought I’d nailed it, I would meet another woman and nothing I had learned prior would apply with the new. It was as if every woman was a damn universe, with its own rules, needs, and desires and it was impossible to know them all. At least it was for me.

  I threw the phone over my nightstand and closed my eyes, feeling suddenly tired. It was past one in the morning and I had just arrived from a business dinner with some important clients and that was one of the reasons Marla was so upset. She wanted us to go out clubbing and she hadn’t taken well the fact I had to work on a Friday night until this late, but being a business representative meant I had to be available to welcome our clients and sometimes that included entertaining them.

  I rubbed my face and turned the lights, determined to sleep and forget. “Sometimes I just wish I could be a woman for a day,” I thought to myself. “Maybe then I would understand them and be a better man.”

  I woke up feeling a bit dizzy, with the strong feeling something was wrong, very wrong, but unable to identify what caused that feeling. Yawning, I turned in bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing I could go back to sleep, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. Once I was awake, there was no going back to sleep.

  Grumbling against my bad luck, I hopped out of bed, thinking since I was up, I would better get myself a cup of coffee. It was Saturday morning, so I didn’t have to go to work and I could do pretty much what I wanted, since Marla had sent me on my way.

  I frowned, remembering last night’s arguing, wishing there was something I could do to stop these fights, over things I didn’t even understand. I walked into the bathroom, my eyes still half closed, as I stopped in front of the toilet and lowered my boxers.

  Shock doesn’t start to describe what I felt at that precise moment. Looking for my dick and not finding it where it was supposed to be almost made me have a heart attack.

  “What the hell?” I said out loud.

  I turned to look at it in the mirror reflection and I almost passed out. Why? Because I was gone. You heard me: gone. In my place, there was this gorgeous brunette, with blue eyes, lustful lips, an amazing pair of breasts, some hot curves, and the longest legs I have ever seen.

  Breathing agitatedly, I walked closer to the mirror and ran my hands over my face to make sure I wasn't having some freaking nightmare. But the brunette was still there, so pinched my own arm to check if I was still dreaming, but it hurt.

  I was a woman.

  It came to my mind, the moment last night, when I had wished for this to happen and that convinced me I had to be dreaming. There wasn’t any other possible explanation. And yet, it all felt too damn real. I had never had such a vivid dream, with so many details.

  I let myself fall over the toilet and rubbed my face once more. This was insane.

  But, let’s put things in perspective: if this was a dream, then I had the opportunity to take a glance of what being a woman meant. And, if it was for real, I would have time to freak out later when I knew one hundred percent I was woman and was not going back to being a man.

  Meanwhile, I was going to enjoy this. I was a hot woman, for god’s sake.

  I used the toilet and decided to take a shower. It must have been the longest shower I ever had in my life. I was fascinated with my own body, so I took my time sliding my hands through it, cupping my breasts, running my fingers through my folds, finding my clit and playing with it for a couple of minutes, experiencing for the first time what it felt to have it rubbed, caressed, and even pinched. It felt way too good. But I wanted more. I needed the whole experience and I had all the intentions of having it.

  So finished washing my long mane and minutes later I was back in my room looking for suitable clothes to put on. At least, just suitable enough to get to the nearest mall and get some women’s clothing.

  That was when I remembered Marla had left a summer dress hanging on my closet, from one time she had changed there before we went clubbing. I looked for it and I finally found it stashed at the back of my closet, behind all my shirts and suits.

  Feeling like a drag queen, I put it on and fortunately it fit quite perfectly. Of course, I had no bras or panties and the only shoes I was able to find was a pair of old sneakers that were huge for my feminine feet, but there wasn’t much I could do - at least, not until I reached the mall.

  Grabbing my wallet and my car keys, I left the house feeling a bit self-conscious and a bit afraid of how other people would see me, but my encounter with my building’s doorman at the parking lot appeased my worries about that.

  The man eyed me from head to toe and I could even feel him eating me alive with his eyes and I realized for the first time why so many women hate it when men do that. It was a bit intrusive and awkward when you find the man unattractive, and that was what I was feeling in that very instance.

  “Good morning, miss. May I call you a cab?” he asked, very solicitous.

  “Thank you, that won’t be necessary. My…” I paused, not sure how to explain why I was going to take my car out of the parking lot. “My cousin, lent me his car. I will be here for the weekend, while he is out of town on a business trip,” I finally explained.

  “Oh, how nice, miss. And who is your cousin? He should have warned us, you know, for security reasons.”

  “I’m sure he would have, but he left in a hurry and had little time for anything. He just gave me the keys to his car and his apartment and took off on the next plane. My cousin is Jason Masters.”

  “Ah, yes, Mr. Masters. Well, miss, I hope you have a pleasant stay in town.”

  “Thank you, I’m sure I will.”

  I waved goodbye and headed to my car as fast as I could, eager to start this crazy adventure. Every minute that went by made me surer this was no dream, but I was determined to enjoy it as much as I could before I went crazy about it.

  I reached the mall and headed to one of the stores where I knew Marla used to shop. I loved the way she looked all the time, so I guessed I would find clothes for the new me there. I just had to ask for a little help, since I had no clue what size to buy.

  With the help of a sweet saleswoman, I grabbed a couple of skirts, three tops, a black dress for tonight, underwear, and shoes. Though I love seeing a woman in those insanely high platforms, I didn’t dare to buy them. I had never put on heels and I was sure I would have trouble learning, so instead I got ones not so high but still very hot.

  I came out of the store wearing my new clothes and man, I felt like a goddess, with the tight burgundy top that enhanced every single one of my new curves and a short, flared black skirt that had the power of making my legs look even longer.

  Men’s looks at me helped me feeling even better and I have to admit I was having a blast. I put my bags in the trunk of my car and sat behind the wheel, trying to decide where to go. It was almost lunch time on a Saturday and I wanted adventure. I wanted to show off my woman’s body and I wanted to have all the experiences I could have. And yes, that meant having sex with men.

  I have never been really interested in other men, but the idea of being with a man, with this new body didn’t disgust me. On the contrary; I wanted it. I wanted to feel all a woman felt when she was with a man. I just needed to find the right guy for it.

  It was then when I remembered Jordan Matthews, one of my clients from last night. The man was in his early forties and even as a man I found him hot as hell. It wasn’t just his appearance - that being tall, dark and handsome made him near perfect - it was more of an attitude thing. He looked as if he could conquer the whole world and I was able to notice how everybody seemed to be aware o
f his presence.

  He had asked me if I knew someone that would be available to show him around town and I had given him a vague answer. I knew exactly what he wanted and I was no pimp.

  But things had changed. I had the woman for him if he was still available and I guessed there was only one way to find out. I grabbed my cell phone and sent him a message:

  “Hey, Jordan. Are you still looking for someone to go sightseeing?”

  I didn’t have to wait much for his answer.

  “Why do you ask? Did you find someone?”

  “I might have... if you’re still interested.”

  “I’m always interested in knowing new people and new places.”

  Man, what did it take to get a straight answer from the man?

  “So, what should I tell her?”

  “Who is she?”

  “A very good friend, looking for a different way to spend her weekend,” was the best answer I could come up with.

  “Send her to my hotel. I’ll wait for her at the bar. What’s her name?”

  Name… I hadn’t thought of that.

  “Sarah Jameson.”

  That was the name of my first girlfriend, back when I was in school. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind me using her name - she was quite an adventurer herself.

  “Perfect, I will be waiting for her in fifteen minutes. Is that okay?”

  “Yes, she’ll be there.”

  I dropped the phone and after taking a few deep breaths I started the engine and headed to the guy’s hotel. I just hoped I wasn’t making a mistake, mixing my job with this wild adventure, but something told me this was the best thing I could do.

  I arrived at the hotel a couple of minutes late and found him still at the bar counter, chatting with the bartender. The place was almost empty - after all, it was lunch time.

  With another deep breath, I gathered myself up and crossed the distance between, suddenly realizing I had no idea how to act.

  “Mr. Matthews?” I called standing behind him.

  He slowly turned around and looked at me, his eyes traveling through every inch of me, from head to toe, before slowly returning to my eyes.

  “Who wants to know?” he asked with his husky voice that was able to send shivers down my spine. Maybe, it wasn’t just my body that changed.

  “I’m Sarah Jameson. Jason told me you would be expecting me,” I said, introducing myself and stretching out my hand to greet him.

  “Ah, Sarah… it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  His big, strong hand engulfed mine and those shivers seemed to multiply, almost making me moan.

  “The pleasure is mine, Mr. Matthews,” I assured him.

  “Please, call me Jordan. I’m sure we’ll become very good friends.”

  “Of course, Jordan.”

  “Have you had lunch, Sarah?” he asked, still holding my hand in his, his thumb caressing the back of my hand, in a way that was starting to affect my concentration levels.

  “Lunch… no, I still haven’t had lunch. I was shopping when Jason called me and told me about you,” I explained.

  “Perfect. I haven’t had lunch yet, either. So why don’t you take me to your favorite restaurant?”

  “Sure, it will be a pleasure. Jason lent me his car, so let’s go.”

  “No, leave your car here.”

  That sounded pretty much like an order, but I didn’t mind. Today, everything was valid.

  “I hired a car with a driver. I rather have your full attention on me and not on the street,” he added, smoothing his first words with a devastating smile. God, the man was hot.

  “Show me the way, then.”

  He offered me his arm and after I slid mine on his, he guided me to the hotel’s main door. Outside, he had one of those hummer limos waiting for us and he helped me in.

  “Why don’t you tell the driver where to take us?” he suggested, taking a seat next to me, though there was enough room for a football team in there.

  “Let me think. What kind of food are you in the mood for?” I asked him, turning to face him.

  “Since we’re near the sea, let’s make it seafood.”

  I smiled, pleased, and said “I’ll take you for lobster then. The place is small and quite simple, but they have the best lobster in town.”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  I nodded and leaned forward to give the address to the driver. The man agreed and as soon as I sat back, a thick, tinted glass went up and separated us from the driver.

  “So, Sarah, tell me more about yourself,” he asked, turning to look at me.

  “Oh… there isn’t much to tell…”

  What the hell could I tell him about a woman that had been born that very morning?

  “I’m just a regular working woman, like thousands of others.”

  I kept it as vague as I could. I was sure he couldn’t be that interested in me. I knew all he wanted was to make small talk.

  “Not all other women are beautiful as you are.”

  Though his words sounded a bit cliché and, I have to admit, I have used them thousands of times, somehow they sounded different coming from his lips.

  “Probably, but there’s nothing special about me,” I assured him, looking at him, surmising a wolfish shine on his eyes.

  “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?” he murmured, leaning towards me.

  Before I could utter a single word, he had cupped my face with one of his hands, pulling me closer to him and his lips were brushing mine.

  One simple brush and my body was on fire. His tongue drew the outline of my mouth and just seconds later it was pushing its way inside my mouth, delving every corner of it, taking my breath away and setting my heart on overdrive.

  Kissing as a man and being kissed as a woman was two completely different things. I mean, I have been kissed by a woman before, but I assure you it never felt the way this kiss was feeling. By the time he left my mouth to nibble and pull my lips, I was gasping for air and aching for more.

  His other hand grabbed me by my hair, tilting my head slightly back before he kissed me again, putting even more passion into that kiss, making it deeper and fierier. He left my mouth again, this time to trace a trail of kisses and nibbles up to my earlobe and down the neck, tracing the edge of my top.

  I was so aroused, every sensible thought had escaped my mind and all I could think of was of him. I could feel a strange dampness between my legs and I realized I was wet - I was drenching in my own lubrication.

  But the car pulled over. And Jordan slowly stepped away.

  “I guess we’ll have to leave this for later,” he murmured, with a wicked grin on his face.

  It took me a couple of seconds to still my breathing and be able to reply his comment.

  “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

  The driver opened the door for us and I guided him to the restaurant. Despite my frustration, we actually had a great time over lunch. There was more to Jordan Matthews than what I had met of him as a client.

  When lunch was over, he took care of the bill. This was a totally new experience for me, but that strangely felt good, as if he was taking care of me. I know it might sound old-fashioned, but I actually liked the feeling.

  “So, where would you like to go now?” I asked him, as we walked out of the restaurant.

  “I’m sure you would be able to show me a lot of interesting places, but I believe I would love to take another look at the view from my hotel window, with you next to me,” he said, making sure I understood exactly what he wanted, without being blatant or rude.

  “That sounds like a good idea,” I smiled and let him help me hop in the limo.

  As soon as the car drove into the traffic, he pulled me into his arms and resumed exactly where he had left off, cupping my face. The tip of his tongue joined the maddening little game he was playing with me, going all over my top’s cleavage, leaving a trail of fire on my skin.

  His hands ran down my neck, through my chest un
til they cupped my breasts and slightly squeezed them making me gasp, surprised. That felt so good and I tilted my head back, allowing him more room to handle me the way he wanted. And he did. His lips found their way to my breasts and grazed them over the fabric, sending jolts of pleasure down to my core.

  One more time, the car ride was too short and we had to stop when we arrived at the hotel. But this time, the pause was small. He dragged me as fast as he could to his room, kissing me in the elevator, with an eagerness that let my legs weak.

  We finally reached his room and he closed the door behind us. At the same time, he smashed me against the nearest wall, one hand on my neck, the other one tilting my head to give him access to my eager mouth, claiming it with a deep, passionate kiss.

 

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