Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  I wrapped my thighs around him and held him in me.

  He ducked down, his lips connecting with mine as our tongues danced in a passionate display. I felt a connection to him that went beyond my mind, as if our bodies were tied together and connected, as if no matter who was in this body they would have a need to be with him.

  I felt him tense between my legs and I tensed in turn.

  We moved together as one, our bodies cresting like waves lapping at the beach of our desire.

  The pressure built inside of me and, reaching it’s crescendo, consumed me.

  I arched into him and he felt me, felt my whole being clenched and yet still continued his inexorable movements. He drew me up and over and past. His mouth tracing a line down my neck, his thrusts pushing me again and again over my threshold.

  My eyes clenched shut and I squeezed every last drop of satisfaction out of this moment as I felt his lips back up my neck and stop just by my ear.

  I felt his breath, hot and sticky, and heard him utter in a breath voice the words, “I’m close.”

  My hands flew to his chest, pushing against him as he slid off of me. We moved quickly as he rocked back on his knees and my hands reached out to grasp his beautiful length and stroke him again and again, feeling his slick hardness between my fingers tense and then explode.

  His seed was like lava, splashing against my breasts and coating me again and again. My skin tingled with the sensation of it as I moaned lewdly before him and stroked every last drop out of his phenomenal cock.

  I stroked him until the tension in his body released and he slumped back on his heels and stared at me with a goofy and satisfied smile on his face.

  I released his cock, my hands splayed as I looked down at my breasts coated with his seed and then back up at him staring at me.

  I cocked my head to one side, breaking the silence between the two of us with a giggle and the simple question, “Now how exactly am I supposed to go back to the cabin like this?”

  END OF PART ONE

  Be sure to check out Part Two of the series:

  Switched in the Forest – Part Two

  Lost in the Forest with a Hot and Handsome Ranger

  Reality Show Body Swap: Switched with a Beautiful Woman on Live TV

  Okay so it was about the weirdest idea ever but whatever I thought it would be fun. I mean who doesn’t want to be a star.

  And really what it came down to was that it was just one month. One whole month and then I get my life back.

  Of course yes there were other conditions to it and there was prep and all of those other things but really it was all just one month. One month in a house with a stranger.

  I could do that, locked into a space with someone I’d never met before for a full month. That isn’t that long and I was personable and charismatic. I liked people and people liked me.

  So a month? That was nothing.

  Even if we did have to be naked the whole time.

  Reality TV has gotten to a new level so yeah this was “Locked in and Naked” the show where two strangers are locked in together into a house where they only have each other for company, no internet, no TV, no clothes, no rules.

  I’d watch it.

  So if I would watch it why not live it, why not get to experience that life?

  Afterall I am a bit of a looker. I keep myself in good shape and have gotten more than a few compliments from the ladies in my time. I had no problem sealing the deal, I was great at getting the ladies home and getting them naked.

  And this time I wouldn’t have to worry about either of those things.

  I had a little personal bet going, just a private thing with myself. I bet 24 hours, within 24 hours I would have my dick in her.

  I just hope she’s as attractive as I am. I mean I assume she is, this is television after all and they are good at finding attractive people looking to be stars so it is probably more than fair to assume that she is at least an equal level of attraction as me. And I look good.

  I’ve always been in good shape, always active all the way up through school. Part of a bunch of sports teams that kept me busy throughout the year and now that I’m out of school I have a bunch of teams I play for out in the real world. Nothing professional mind you but I keep in good shape for it. Hit the gym a couple times a week.

  I have a good body, well muscled and evenly proportioned. I keep myself in good appearance too, almost clean shaved with just a hint of stubble on my jaw. I have a dimple in my chin that the ladies seem to like and these clear blue eyes that I’ve been told pop when combined with my dark hair. All in all a good and average attractive man who has never had any problem getting complements.

  So I figure they’re not going to pull some sort of grand switch and pair me up with some ugly chick. She’s probably going to be good looking like me. I hope so at least it would suck to be stuck staring at some unattractive woman for an entire month.

  Well I won’t be in suspense for much longer because after a few months and weeks of auditions and prep interviews and exams today is the day. Final exam day and then I’m in the house for a full month.

  The producers fly me out to some tiny town in the middle of nowhere and then have a driver ship me out to this warehouse on the edge of town. The building is big and imposing and featureless and if I didn’t know what I was there to do I would never know what was inside.

  Because on the outside it’s a plain grey box. Featureless concrete without even a sign or window. All there is is one single door on one side of the building, just a simple plain grey door in a simple plain grey wall.

  But inside the house I’m going to be staying in is gorgeous and state of the art. One of those ultra modern places with super sleek furniture and such. I’ve seen concept art of it during the prep phase for the show and it looks like it’ll be a fun place to stay.

  The driver drops me off right by the door and I walk up to it. I don’t even have luggage with me at this point the only thing I’m bringing with me is myself. Just me and the clothes on my back and pretty soon even those are going to go.

  As I walk up to the door it opens and this absolute knockout steps out of the door. I’m talking big breasts, trim waist, wide hips knockout. Blonde flowing locks and gorgeous plump lips. The absolute dream centerfold vision of a woman.

  She’s wearing a lab coat and a pencil skirt with a loose blouse and she looks me up and down and smiles.

  Her look said so much, I knew right then and there that everything was going to work out in my favor. This woman, a drop dead looker in her own right, had looked me up and down with hungry eyes. If this woman wanted me I was going to have fun this month.

  “Jim?” she asked, her voice sultry and slightly scratchy.

  I put on a dazzling smile and replied, “Yep, that’s me.”

  “Come on in,” and she led me into the building.

  I followed her through non-descript hallways though they could have had flashing lights and TV screens on all of them for all I would have recognized because my eyes were glued to her swaying ass. She sashayed through the hallways, just dripping sex and I’m not ashamed to admit I had half a boner by the time we got to the final room.

  The final room was plain and pretty ordinary, it looked mainly like a doctor's office with a little counter along one side that had a bunch of tools on it and those too bright fluorescents overhead.

  She let me into the room and I walked to the center and stood there waiting while she collected some things from the counter, a few pieces of paper, a clipboard, and a pen. Then she turned and looked me up and down one more time before slowly making a circle around me.

  She stared with intensity, biting her lip and looking at me bit by bit and then scribbling down a note on her pad before taking the next step around me. This whole thing took place in perfect silence until she made her circuit and was standing in front of me once again.

  “Okay Jim,” she said, “You can undress now.”

  This was my tim
e to show off. If she had been impressed before she was about to get a whole lot more impressed by what came next.

  I took my time with it, stripping my clothes in a slow and deliberate fashion. I undressed in ways that I knew would give her ideas. Bad ideas. Ideas about what she wanted to do with my body.

  By the time I’d taken off the last strip of fabric I knew I had her attention.

  I knew because I saw her swallow hard and lick her lips slightly.

  She pulled a tool out of her pocket. This sort of laser tool that looked a bit like a measuring tape. I could tell she was a bit distracted but still she went to work measuring my body.

  Every inch of it.

  She would take a measurement and then move my body and take another. My arm relaxed, my arm flexed. Things like that.

  But each touch she had on my skin was like fire and I swear I had a hard time keeping my excitement in check.

  So did she. I could see a flush starting to creep up her chest and into her cheeks. Could see her breath quicken as she made her way across my entire body.

  Every bit but one.

  She saved the best for last, taking her time to kneel before me and take the measurement of my cock.

  I have a nice cock, and I’ve had more than a few women look at it and be a bit intimidated by the size of it. But I am definitely a grower, not a shower, and though this woman had me all excited I wasn’t fully hard yet. I was about halfway there and I think I saw a bit of disappointment in her eyes as she took my measurement.

  “It gets bigger,” I told her, somehow inclined to justify things.

  She looked up at me with a smile and I had a flash of what it would be like to bury my dick in her mouth and feel her sucking on me, “I would imagine so Jim. I need to get all of your measurements.”

  She pushed herself to her feet, walked over to the counter and leaned against it. One hand waved at me, a gesture that seemed to tell me to get on with what came next.

  “Get hard,” she told me.

  I swear I almost jumped to attention.

  With her watching me I started to stroke my cock, my eyes watching her rapt attention between my legs as my hand worked up and down my shaft. She looked possessed, like she couldn’t get enough of the sight before her eyes and I watching her watch me was so amazing, it turned me on so much.

  I felt myself harden in my hand, getting closer and closer to the edge.

  I could feel my orgasm playing at the corners of my mind, could feel the tension starting to build inside of me.

  She pushed off the the counter and crossed the room towards me, swaying back and forth in such an enticing way. Just as she got to me she fell to her knees and with one hand swept my hand away and off of my cock.

  I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, anticipating what came next but hearing only the beep of her laser measuring my tape and the swish of her clothing as she got back to her feet.

  She turned away from me and returned to the equipment on the counter for a brief moment before hitting a button on the counter and waiting as the wall slid away.

  The room behind the wall was plain white and bright, the walls looked like they might have been made of some sort of glass but it was difficult to tell it was too bright. In the center of it there was a chair bolted to the floor, a plain metal chair with dark cushions.

  The woman gestured silently to the chair and I understood, walking over to it I sat down and waited.

  She walked around me, glancing at things to make sure everything was going smoothly. She moved my body purposefully, making sure that I was in the exact right position and then she left the way I came in. I heard the wall close up behind me and then I was stuck in this silent room.

  I didn’t know what came next. Didn’t know what to expect but something in me didn’t want to move, didn’t want to risk something going wrong so I sat as perfectly still as I could and waited.

  Waited and waited.

  I took a deep gulp.

  The lights went out.

  They were only off for a moment but it felt like forever. It had been so bright before then that the sudden plunge into darkness was unexpected and disorienting.

  It felt like I lost myself, like I tumbled away from my body and was left floating in a featureless void. I couldn’t feel me. I couldn’t feel the chair. I couldn’t feel anything.

  I was alone, not even myself to keep me company.

  Then a flash and I was back and taking a deep breath and shuddering and shaking in the chair. I blinked and blinked but I felt so off, so odd, so disoriented. I felt like nothing was the same.

  Then the wall in front of me slid open.

  I trembled and stared out. The scene before me was at least somewhat familiar, I recognized something in the hallway, something in the aesthetic. This was the house I was going to be spending a month in.

  Okay.

  I guess it was game on.

  I pushed myself out of the chair and walked out on unsteady feet. I felt like a fawn learning to walk for the first time, like my limbs were unsteady and unfamiliar. I shook my head trying to clear away cobwebs or lingering uncertainty about the situation but it still stuck in the back of my mind.

  Something felt wrong here.

  Something felt unfamiliar.

  And then I remembered that I was on TV right now. That I was supposed to be making an impression. This was the first moment I would be seen on television. The first time the audience would ever see me.

  I had to make the impression a good one.

  So I tried to stride out of the room with the chair with purpose and it all went to hell the moment I got out of the room.

  The wall slammed shut behind me and I started and yelped. Imagine that sight, a full grown man yelping in fear at a door closing.

  Great job Jim, great first impression.

  I exhaled and giggled a little. Laughing at my own stupidity. I had to get over this.

  So I moved down the hall, my legs still unsteady but doing my best to ignore that.

  It was so hard though, everything felt wrong, felt like my whole center of gravity was different somehow. Felt like… I don’t know how to describe it. Felt like my balance was off.

  I felt shorter too, somehow like I was far smaller than I used to be, far slighter. Like myt movements had less power behind them than they did before.

  It was oddly unsettling.

  But I chalked it up to the weird darkness in that room and the unsettling nature of this house. Everything here seemed so clean and neat and featureless. All white walls and white floors. No lights visible just an even glow to the place. Such an even temperature too, no hot spots or cold spots the whole place felt self-contained and controlled. No noise either, it was so quiet I could hear my heart beating in my chest and pounding in my ears. Could hear my breath and that was about it.

  Even the windows felt oddly fake, which of course they were. Instead of windows we had screens playing outdoor scenes, because apparently being locked in a featureless void without a glance outside had a tendency to make people crazy or so they had explained to me.

  The whole place felt too clean. Like a sterilized hospital.

  It was unsettling.

  It put me on edge.

  And then I turned around the corner and something else hit me that put everything else into a completely different perspective.

  My first thought was that they lied to me, that they made me one promise and then went back on the whole thing and how the hell was I supposed to feel about that. My second thought was that I had to get out of here.

  And then it settled into me and I realized something very odd about this whole situation.

  Because the corner I turned was the corner into the central part of the house, a big room that made up the majority of the living space, that encompassed the sitting area and the eating area, the place we would lounge in.

  Standing there in the middle of this space was a man.

  So my first thought, the one about lying,
was because I had been promised that I would be in here with a woman. I had been counting on it because after all being stuck in a house without a TV for a month the only source of solace would be getting to spend that whole month looking at a woman. So having my only company be a man just didn’t fit my needs, even if he was handsome and well built.

  Why did I think that?

  Why was all of this so familiar?

  Why did I feel oddly unsettled?

  Why did it feel all of a sudden like I was looking through a fun house mirror?

  Wait!

  I stared and stared as he stared back. I blinked but sure enough the illusion didn’t dispel. I had never seen things from quite this angle before but what I was seeing was undeniable all the same. I knew the person standing across from me. I recognized him.

  I’d known him for so long.

  I’d known him my entire life.

  I was staring at me.

  I looked shocked, shocked like I was somehow seeing a ghost and that made me think just briefly that maybe this was all some sort of intricate illusion and that I was looking at a mirror, a reflection. But then I moved and he stayed still and it was clear that we were two different people.

  But he was definitely me.

  I recognized him. I recognized bits of my body, an old scar, a dusting of grey hairs. I was staring at myself and I would recognize myself anywhere.

  We circled each other, each one trying to get around the other to see all the sides and make sure this wasn’t some kind of weird illusion.

  It was then that it hit me, hit me when I was reaching out to him and I caught a glance of my hand. My oddly delicate and feminine hand.

  I looked down and saw things from a very different perspective.

  Everything came flashing back all at once and it all started to make sense. The different balance, the fact that I felt shorter, smaller, slighter, slimmer, lighter. It all made sense because I was. I was different.

  The two breasts standing out proudly on my chest were perfect evidence of that.

  I heard a gasp and glanced over at my old body and found that whoever was in that had apparently just noticed they were in my body as well. It didn’t take me long to put two and two together and realize what had happened.