by Sophie Pert
It didn’t go over well.
“What are you laughing about,” my voice barked, angrily.
“I’m sorry,” I said through gasps, “What is she some kind of witch?”
“Clearly she is,” came the reply, “Take a look around. You’re in someone else's body. Something had to have happened. Now she calls me up claiming that she cast a spell on us and considering the circumstances I’m inclined to believe her.”
I struggled, but managed to contain my laughter. The voice on the other line sounded pissed and I didn’t want to contribute to that any more than necessary.
“Listen,” I said, “Okay so say she’s right. Say there is some sort of a spell. That would mean that this was purposefully done which is good news.”
“How is that good news?”
“If it was done on purpose rather than by accident that means there is probably some sort of way to fix it, to change us back. We just have to figure it out.”
“I guess,” she replied, my voice sounding uncertain.
“Look,” I said, as reassuring as possible, “Just wait right there. I’m coming over to see you. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Okay.”
There was a click and the line went dead.
I just sighed and shook my head. How she didn’t see the frankly ridiculousness of all of this I didn’t know. I mean don’t get me wrong it wasn’t the best situation and I was more than a little shocked, but sometimes shit happens and you have to roll with the punches.
Oh well, you can’t win them all. I guess Tiffany was just another in a long line of girls who took shit way too seriously.
Crazy. All of them.
Bouncing up from my seat I walked over to the closet and threw it open. Everything was so neatly organized I figured it would be easy to pick out something to wear.
Yeah turns out that's not so much the case.
It felt like I had pulled out a thousand pieces of clothing and yet not a single one seemed to make a bit of sense to me. All of them seemed so flimsy and impractical, I couldn’t figure out what was up or down or whether it went under or over. Worst part is I just kept adding to the pile of clothes behind me but glancing into the closet it felt like I wasn’t making a dent.
She had so many clothes it was crazy.
With a big sigh I put my hands on my hips and turned from the closet, looking around the room to see if Tiffany was the sort of neatly organized girl who put her outfit together the night before.
Turns out I was not so lucky, but I did have one perfect option.
Hanging neatly in the corner of the room was her cheerleader outfit.
It was blue and white, a skirt and this skimpy little top that seemed almost more like a bra than anything else. When she wore this outfit her entire midriff would be exposed.
It was fantastic.
And it was also my only real option that wouldn’t require a degree in fashion to put on.
I reached down and pulled the jersey over my head, letting it drift to the top of the pile of clothes.
Fully naked I started to cross the room towards the outfit when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror.
The lighting in the car was so dark and honestly we were kind of cramped together in the back there so I’d never gotten a good view of Tiffany. Here in the light of this bright pink room I could see everything perfectly.
She was stunning.
Her skin was tan and smooth, there didn’t seem to be a single blemish or scar anywhere I could see. Her body was tight and firm, her stomach didn’t have abs like my male one, but it had that smooth sort of belly that fit girls have. All of her had that same look, that smooth but toned look that most women in great shape have, but not like a bodybuilder or anything. Like a girl who spends most of her time on the elliptical and doing yoga.
Still she had some muscle, and everything on her body was tight and toned and perky. I do mean everything.
Her breasts weren’t enormous but they were so perky and pert. They were capped with two perfectly sized pink nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. Giving a little spin I checked out her ass and found that it was nice and pert too, a perfect handful that was just begging to be squeezed.
She kept herself shaved too, smooth legs and smoother pussy. Just a quick glance between her legs made me nearly start salivating. Her pussy was perfectly plump and delicious looking. I just wish I’d had a chance to taste it before all of this happened. Something tells me that she was pissed enough that we wouldn’t be having fun together anytime soon.
Of course, I thought while Idly playing with her breasts, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun by myself.
I saw her reflection in the mirror grin and fell back onto the bed.
Positioning myself in such a way that I could see myself properly in the mirror I began to run my fingers up and down her body. I felt her firm flesh press against my probing fingers, felt it push back against me and bounce and jiggle as I moved.
I saw her back arch as I grabbed her breasts.
A moan escaped my lips as I felt my delicate fingers ply at the flesh of these perky mounds. They teased them and worked their way to the sensitive nipples capping them, taking each nipple between thumb and index finger and pinching lightly.
I felt my hips buck involuntarily.
My god this body was sensitive.
My hand flew unbidden between these legs and I parted the lips of her sex and felt the wetness there. I slipped the tip of a single digit inside of her, feeling the walls of her tight hold grasping at it.
I bit my lip and stifled a cry.
Shifting my body slightly I propped myself up on an elbow and made sure I could see myself properly in the mirror.
Her face was the picture of arousal and femininity. She had a husky look to her lidded eyes as she struggled to maintain control.
Her hand in the reflection began to move, making slight circles over my sex time and again and again.
I watched as her nipples became rock hard, her breasts quivering as she took shuddering breaths and struggled to maintain herself.
The feeling of her hand on me was nearly overwhelming.
I saw beats of sweat blossom on my forehead. Saw the lines appear as my brow furrowed. Saw the tension in my muscles as my fingers reached a fevered pace.
With each circle it was like I was skipping a stone across the surface of a lake. With each strum it was like sending out a shock wave of intensity through my body. With each twitch of my fingers it was like the increase of pressure in the belly of a volcano.
I exploded, slouching forward as I felt the waves of satisfaction roll over me. I could feel my cells tense individually, feel the tension start deep in my belly and spread out from there until every fiber of my being was contracted and coiled like a tightly wound spring.
The sound that spilled forth from me was low and long and loud, one conglomeration of unconscious noise as I closed my eyes and let the sensations rocket over my body.
The tension released all at once in every part of my body and I fell back onto the bed with a sigh and a smile.
I lazily opened my eyes and let my fingers dance in front of my face, watching the light on the ceiling play through the gaps.
I bounced out of bed feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world. It was like getting that in touch with this body had given me some sort of connection to it. Like I needed to masturbate in order to fix the fine tune the engine of this body.
I didn’t feel like I was walking in a different body anymore. I felt like I was comfortable somehow. Like all this was somehow familiar to me.
My body moved automatically, pulling the cheerleader outfit down from it’s place of honor and dressing myself in it piece by piece. Next I sat in the chair in front of the makeup mirror, expertly applying a slew of products I wouldn’t even be able to name to myself. Lastly I plucked two scrunchies off of the desktop and with practised sureness I pulled my hair into cute little loose pigtails.
Smiling I stood and checked myself out in the mirror, giving a little spin.
I looked hot.
This would definitely work.
I grabbed my purse and practically skipped out of the room.
My old dorm wasn’t too far away, just about a five minute walk down the road. I think they liked to keep all of the athletic types in a single stretch of campus, keep us separated from the nerds I guess. I giggled slightly at the thought.
It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining and there didn’t seem to be a cloud in the sky. The campus was pretty busy too, not like crazy busy, but there were a few people heading out to their morning classes.
This school was pretty old fashioned and so while they liked to group the athletes together they kept the dorms fairly gender separated. Girl dorms were all grouped together in a row, and the guy dorms were all grouped together as well.
Tiffany lived on the edge of the girl dorm section of this part of the school, so almost as soon as I was out the door I found myself just surrounded by dorms that were occupied exclusively with men. As a result there weren’t a lot of ladies out on the road, it was mostly just handsome, young, and fit college guys.
I saw more than a few heads turn to watch me walk past and each time I caught some guy giving me a glance it would make me smile. Man it was fantastic being a girl, such an ego boost to have people check me out wherever I went. I don’t know if Tiffany was having such a good time, but I was more than happy to delay this whole change back thing for a couple of days.
Besides, I mused to myself, that orgasm I’d had was fantastic. I don’t think I’d ever had an orgasm that strong as a guy, it was a whole body experience. It was so fast too, I barely even touched myself and I was exploding. This body was so sensitive. And probably the best part, I felt ready to go again right now. Hell if I hadn’t been in such a hurry to get dressed and out of the room I’d probably be on my fourth or fifth orgasm by now.
Just the thought of that made me bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together slightly.
Before long I was arriving at my dorm, the imposing building loomed overhead and I remembered how angry Tiffany had sounded on the line. Maybe she had had some fun with my body too? It was a good body after all, star athlete and all. She had been more than interested in it last night I figure she probably would be willing to jump all over it the first chance she had to be alone.
I walked up to the front entrance of the dorm and realized that I didn’t have a key or have my cell with me. The buzzer of this building never worked, so if I couldn’t find a way in I would be stuck out here waiting while Tiffany got more and more angry.
Luckily the door opened, a handsome young guy held the door for me and let me slip inside.
I smiled at him and he gave me a sheepish grin.
“Thanks handsome,” I cooed at him, watching him stumble over his words.
Like I said, this body was a lot of fun.
My old room was only one floor up and just like always the elevator wasn’t working so I bound up the stairs with a bounce in my step and headed down the hall to my dorm room.
I rapped my knuckles lightly on the door and waited.
There was a sound of shuffling from behind the door that lasted far too long and then I heard my voice call out, “Hello?” from behind the closed door.
“It’s me,” I said sweetly, “Tiffany.”
The door opened quickly and my old body pulled me inside.
First thought, had my room always been this much of a mess? I mean I know I wasn’t the neatest guy in the world but this was a bit messy even for me.
Second though, had I always looked so haggard and worn out? It looked like I hadn’t had any sleep at all and my hair was a mess and there was this wild look in my eyes.
I’d always thought I had a handsome and All-American look to myself but the guy standing in front of me looked like he was about 10 seconds away from yelling at me to watch out for the voices in his head.
He was also really strong, his hand latched onto my arm when he pulled me and there was an iron like grip going on that was really difficult to break free from. It also hurt, a lot.
“Ow,” I said, “Let go of my arm you’re hurting me.”
He released my grip and mumbled an apology.
“Okay, yeah don’t worry about it.” I said, rubbing my arm, “So how’s it going?”
“How’s it going?” Tiffany hissed, “I’m stuck in your body how do you think it’s going not terribly well!”
She stepped forward and pointed her finger at me, “You have to figure this shit out with your bitch of an ex. You need to get us turned back.”
“Alright,” I said, pushing her hand away, “Don’t get so up in my face about this. Jesus. Like this is my fault at all.”
“It is your fault. You’re the one who dated her. You’re the one who pissed her off.”
“Calm down,” I said, “I know you’re concerned about all of this that much is perfectly clear but you need to relax or you’re going to give my body a heart attack.”
“I can’t calm down,” Her voice started to reach a fever pitch as she stalked towards me, “I can’t calm down because I can’t feel comfortable in this body because it feels all awkward and too big and stuff. I don’t know how you’re so calm. I don’t know how you aren’t freaking out as much as I am.”
“Shh,” I cooed, trying to get her to lower her voice. I placed my hand on her chest, “Maybe you’re just freaking out about this because you haven’t had a chance to relax yet. Maybe you just need something to take your mind off things.”
I bit my lip and smiled at him, looking up into his eyes and batting my eyelashes.
A look of disgust came over his face instantly, “Eww, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? I’m not into girls.”
He brushed my hand off and stepped away.
“Whatever,” I spat back, offended, “You didn’t have much of a problem at that party two weeks ago.”
“That’s different,” she shot back, “That wasn’t for real. It was just for show.”
“Well you seemed to like it.”
“Well I didn’t,” she replied instantly, “I was faking it. Shouldn’t be surprised you can’t tell the difference you’re no good at recognizing it anyways.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked, crossing my arms and cocking my hip.
“Oh there are all sorts of stories about you,” she laughed mirthlessly, “All the girls know that you’re a terrible lay and all of them fake it with you.”
I felt my jaw clench, “That’s a lie.”
“No,” she said with a wicked smile, “It really isn’t.”
We stood there fuming at each other for what felt like forever. Standing there in silence just glaring at each other. All of the good feelings I had had before I stepped in this room had melted away. What I would have given to go back to feeling as good as I had before.
“Well,” Tiffany said, turning away from me and starting to pace, “I’m going to be productive and try to figure out a solution. If you’re not going to help you should just leave.”
“Fine,” I said, crossing through the mess and heading towards the door, “Well I’m going to leave and go have fun, not just sit around this room moping.”
She turned to glare at me from across the room, “Don’t you dare do anything to ruin my reputation.”
I barked a sharp laugh, “What reputation? Like you’ve got some sort of stellar reputation to maintain around school?”
And having gotten the last word I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
I fought back the tears that were welling up behind my eyes, doing my best to fight them off and not start crying in the middle of the hall. I needed to get someplace private, someplace quiet. I needed to get there as soon as I could so I could let out all of this overwhelming emotion.
I rushed down the stairs, not even paying attention to where I was going
and just working from memory. With my head down I made the turn out of the stairwell and into the ground floor hallway and slammed right into something hard and solid.
I bounced off and shook my head slightly, then looked up.
The immovable object I had managed to slam into was none other than the handsome stumbly man who had held the door open for me. He had this look of genuine concern on his face, his brow was furrowed all cute and adorable like and he had his hands out as if he meant to steady me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, a note of worry in his voice.
In an instant I thought about everything that had happened this crazy day. I thought about the fight I’d just had upstairs and how good I had felt before that. I thought about her final warning, to make sure her reputation wasn’t ruined.
I don’t know whether it was anger, a desire for revenge, or the need that had been bubbling in me since I stepped out of her room this morning but I didn’t think about what happened next.
I just acted.
I stepped up to this handsome stranger, placing my palm on his firm chest. I looked up at him as bashfully and innocent as I could. Then I closed my eyes and I kissed him.
Hard.
He froze for a moment, seemingly confused and unable to act. The thought that I had stunned this big hunk of a man made me wet.
His confusion didn’t last for long, soon enough his hands lightly fell on my waist and he pulled me into him, his lips starting to respond to me.
I pushed my tongue into his mouth, feeling his tongue press upon mine in response as we flicked and swished and danced around each other.
My hands slid up, my arms looping around his neck and pulling him into me as I pressed my breasts against the firm hardness of his chest.
I broke for air, and in a breathy whisper asked him, “Where is your room?”
With a smile he replied, “Come with me,” and dragged me along.
This was definitely a good first step towards ruining her reputation.
His room was on the ground floor, just a few doors down the hall. He unlocked it, fumbling with the key while I ran my hand up and down his strong bicep, and opened the door.