Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  Somehow, and the how and why of it I have no idea whatsoever, we had changed bodies. I was her and she was me. As far fetched as it seemed it was the only explanation that made any sense at all.

  So this was it, this was the twist. Every reality show has to have some sort of twist it seems, some sort of unexpected thing that they spring on the participants and it looks like this time the unexpected thing is something completely unbelievable. It looks like this time they somehow switched our bodies.

  Wait.

  I shook my head.

  That can’t be true. That’s crazy. That sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life. It isn’t possible. There is no possible way to make that happen.

  But hypnosis can happen, which is probably how all of this works. We’ve been hypnotized to think that we switched bodies. Well two can play at that game.

  I reached out and pinched some skin on my forearm. It hurt but I didn’t snap out of it or anything. That didn’t necessarily mean anything, after all pinching is really only a thing when it comes to trying to wake up from a dream.

  So all I have to do is see through the illusion.

  I reached out and grasped my breasts. I expected to feel… well I expected to feel something else. But what greeted my hands felt undeniably like real women’s breasts. Soft and supple yet firm, with hard nipples capping each globe. So I slide my hand down and reached between my legs, expecting to find something familiar dangling there but instead finding a slit with a tantalizingly inviting-

  “Hey,” came the gruff and familiar voice, “How about you keep your hands to yourself.”

  I looked up to see her staring back at me through my eyes, her face was flashed with anger and it immediately put me on defense. My hands jerked back and I held them at my sides and then my eyes were drawn down, down my old muscular torso to the sight of something else.

  “You want to keep that advice yourself,” I spat back, the growing hardness between her legs evidence that I wasn’t the only one who had been ‘exploring’ the situation.

  She got defensive, crossed her arms over her chest and doubled down on the argument, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Oh sure,” I said mockingly, “Sure you don’t big boy.”

  It was an odd insult coming from me and I wasn’t exactly sure why I said it, it just kind of spilled out there before I could even register what I was saying. It made me irritated, to say something so out of character for me. It made me feel wrong somehow.

  “You just-” she sputtered, “You just keep your hands to yourself. I don’t know what the hell happened here but I know you don’t have to be an animal about it. I know you’re capable of keeping yourself from doing anything inappropriate.”

  “You don’t know me,” I snapped at her, then realized what that implied and tried to quickly backtrack, “I mean don’t assume things about me. We don’t know each other. We’ve never even met and… This whole thing is so weird.”

  “Exactly,” she said, “It’s all so weird that I think the least you can do is keep your hands to yourself.”

  “Well that goes both ways,” I said, figuring that if she was going to imply I couldn’t control myself then I damn sure wasn’t going to be the only one accused of that.

  She laughed slightly, the baritone of my old voice sounding odd from this position, “Oh I’m more than capable of keeping in control. It’s you that I’m worried about.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I shouted, indignant.

  “Look I know guys like you,” she said, getting far too close for comfort for me, “I know what guys that look like you are like, what they want. I bet your whole reason for doing this show was being able to be stuck in a house with a naked woman for a month. I bet you even had a plan to get to fuck me didn’t you. Well now you can just cut the middle man out. You get an opportunity to play with my body without a care in the world. Well that is my body buddy.”

  “Listen,” I got up in her face, ignoring the fact that she was shockingly close to the truth, “You don’t know anything about me. You don’t know what I’m like or anything. So how about you stop jumping to conclusions.”

  “I will when you prove yourself to be anything other than a pig.”

  I had enough, and instinct took over. I felt my arm move, my hand flat out and heard the crack of my palm slapping across her face before I even really registered what I had done. Then my eyes flew wide and I half stormed and half ran out of the room.

  I felt hot tears pricking at the corners of my eyes and ran down featureless hallways until I found a room with a closable door and I slammed it behind me. I was in a bedroom, alone and quiet, and I walked forward and fell onto the bed.

  I closed my eyes and pressed my palms into them, willing myself to get control over everything. I didn’t know what had happened. It had all come on so fast and I was confused. It felt panicky, threatening. Something about the imposing strength of him, no of her…

  Oh god it was all so confusing.

  I was angry and I was more than a little scared and that big muscular body was so big and imposing. Having her, having him up in my face yelling at me made me realize that there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot I could do to defend myself. I panicked and did the only thing I could.

  But it felt wrong, it felt like I had lost control.

  Truth be told I regretted it.

  He had done the wrong thing too, had started off that whole encounter off on the wrong foot but that was no excuse. We had both been in the wrong.

  But I’ll be damned if I was going to be the first one to admit that.

  I may be stuck inside the body of a small woman, but I was still myself. I was still Jim, a handsome, capable, and strong man. I didn’t back down from a fight and I certainly didn’t scare easily.

  But apparently I did today, apparently today everything was all new and unsettling.

  I exhaled deeply, trying to find something that made sense. What the hell happened? How the hell did this happen?

  I had switched bodies?

  That wasn’t something that just happened, it wasn’t something that made any sense. But I had to face facts, it was the case.

  I wasn’t myself anymore and wouldn’t be for at least the next month.

  Oh god I hope it was just the next month, just the time while we were in this house being filmed that we were in different bodies.

  That would make sense, they couldn’t leave us this way forever.

  I sat up in bed, pulling my hands from my face and taking deep breaths. I felt my pulse slow and my breathing become easier, felt some sense of control come back over my body. Not my body, her body, but my body for the next little while.

  From out of the corner of my eye I saw the glint of a mirror and figured the next thing would be to see who I was. At least I could start having a mental picture of my appearance if this was going to be me.

  So I pushed off the bed and walked over to the full length mirror, staring at the reflection that stared back at me.

  Well I was right about one thing, they weren’t about to cast an unattractive woman for this job.

  She was a knockout, looked to be in her mid-20s and absolutely gorgeous. She had dark hair and pale skin, so pale it seemed like she could almost fade away into the walls.

  Her body was curvy, not fat but definitely not a stick. She had a pleasantness to her that made her enticing and entrancing.

  Her breasts were full, more than handfuls but still somehow maintained their perkiness even without a bra. They seemed to defy gravity itself. Her stomach had smooth abs, no six pack for her but she definitely had kept in shape. Her ass was amazing, the sort of ass I could fantasize about, could picture bouncing in front of me while I thrust myself into her.

  Full lips and smokey eyes topped off the whole package. She had a sultry look to her and when at rest her face had a constant pout, like she was vaguely concerned or upset about something. Like she needed to be reassured.


  Her eyes, though, her eyes had a brightness to them. They looked mischievous, like she had a secret plan. She looked like a femme fatale, straight out of a black and white picture show.

  I couldn’t help but stare. No man would be able to look away from a woman as gorgeous as this.

  Except to quickly glance around the room.

  This was obviously meant to be a bedroom, the bed made that clearly evident. But the lack of clothes for either of us meant we didn’t have to be worried about things like dressers or anything like that, so the furniture was quite sparse.

  Which meant that there was very little place to hide. Specifically to hide something like a camera.

  What I wanted to do next, what this body was tempting me to experience, was something I didn’t want to catch on camera. I knew I was playing right into what she expected of me, but looking at this gorgeous form how on earth could I resist.

  I didn’t think there was a camera in the room, but the truth is I didn’t know if I would care even if there was.

  My hands, pale as ivory, started touching this body. They traced light trails up and down her torso, following the curves of her as they explored. Explored her neck, her collarbone, her ribs her breasts.

  A thumb and forefinger reached out to pinch a rosy pink nipple and twist it between their fingers. I saw her ruby red lips part and a sigh escape her mouth.

  The feeling was pure ecstasy, a powerful arc of pleasure that made my eyes flutter and my knees grow weak. My god was it amazing, a powerful sensation that cut a thin line between the borders of pain and pleasure and left me craving more and more.

  My hands grasped both breasts, taking them full in hand and squeezing the plump flesh, feeling the pert supple skin beneath my fingers. I had a hard time separating the sensation of touching from the sensation of being touched and an even harder time picking out which I desired more.

  Stepping back I watched her back up in the mirror until the backs of her legs bumped into the edge of the bed and she fell to it, falling down to a seat and watching herself with rapt attention in the mirror the whole time.

  In spite of the lewd figure she cut with her hands grasping at her breasts she sat demurely, her thighs squeezed together to give herself some privacy, some semblance of polite obscurity to keep her dignity intact. Or at least to keep the illusion of it.

  I was about to shatter that illusion.

  Placing my hands on my knees I gently spread them apart, exposing the lips of her sex to the air. I kept on pushing, pushing her legs apart so they went from together, to spread, to lewdly splayed. She was on full display now, the puffy lips of her vagina slightly flushed as she contemplated the next step.

  I saw a smile break out across her face. There was no doubt in my mind what came next.

  I slipped a finger into my mouth, licking it and wetting it before adding a second and then a third to join it. When they were nice and wet I popped them out of my mouth and let them slide between my thighs.

  Starting with clockwise circles I began to gently trace around the lips of my sex. I played at the edges of it, feeling the heat of it begin to wash over me.

  And the whole time my eyes were locked on the sight in the mirror. The image of this sexy and sultry woman burned into my mind as she pleasured herself. On display. For me.

  I moved my hand, the one that wasn’t currently occupied between my thighs, up to grasp my breast. I played with the flesh, cupping and squeezing, while my other hand continued its ministrations with the delicate lips of my sex.

  I grew bolder, my fingers increasing the pressure and taking liberties with myself, liberties with my pleasure. I dipped a single finger inside, just to the first knuckle, and felt the lips squeeze around me as I clenched. Then I pulled out and used my own juices to rub that finger up and around the hood of my clit, pulling it back slightly and exposing it to the air.

  My thumb flicked that little nub, sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through my body, making my whole middle tense and flex as I adjusted to the new sensation.

  My fingers pinched my nipple, the pleasure there meeting with the pleasure from my lower half and making me gasp, making my eyelids flicker and twitch as I struggled to contain myself.

  I didn’t want to go to fast here. This whole thing was new to me and exciting in a oh so very different way. I wanted to take my time with it, to enjoy the new sensations of pleasure that I could make this body experience.

  Focusing on the lips of my sex I pushed one finger inside, slowly stroking it in and out of me as I gradually increased the depth. It was so unlike anything I had ever experience, the feeling of being penetrated was so fulfilling that I didn’t know if it could ever get better than that, and then a second digit joined the first and I felt myself filled up even more.

  As I plunged my fingers in and out of my dripping slit I had a feeling, just a sliver of the pleasure that I am sure women must feel from being fucked. I knew what it would be like to have those fingers replaced by something longer, thicker, harder. I knew a truth that I knew I couldn’t lend voice to.

  Because the truth was that this was amazing, amazingly satisfying in a way that stroking my cock had never quite been. It was so much more intense, so much more overwhelming, the feeling of it somehow stronger and wider than the simple act of masturbation as a man ever was. But the truth was that it wasn’t enough.

  I wanted more.

  I knew this feeling was amazing but all it had done was give me a fraction of the pleasure I knew this body could experience. I knew this was amazing but I knew that there was so much more to experience.

  Masturbating as a man was satisfying, but sex was so much better.

  If masturbating as a woman was so much better, than sex as a woman must be mindblowing.

  And the thought scared me, scared me and pressed at the corners of my mind just daring to peek it’s way around the corners. It was a little voice that spoke to me and told me that I wanted to get fucked. That I needed to get fucked.

  But that wasn’t going to happen.

  Because I was a man, regardless of what body I was in at the moment I was a heterosexual man who was interested in fucking women.

  Which is why I was concentrating on watching this beautiful woman in the mirror as she pleasured herself.

  I tried to focus, tried to watch her feel her body. Tried to fixate on the lewd expressions she made as her fingers reached a frenzied fever pitch between her thighs.

  But I kept breaking away, kept being distracted by the overwhelming pleasure building up in my body.

  The tension and pressure was making me clench, making my legs shake and my whole body vibrate as my fingers continued to plunge in and out of me. It was so close, I could feel the satisfaction of my climax on the edges of myself, so much more powerful than any I had experienced before.

  I was close.

  So very close.

  And then a ding from a speaker hidden somewhere in the room went off and I jumped and pulled my fingers out of me. I jumped to my feet, the panic welling up in me as the moment passed and I lost whatever climax I was chasing.

  Goddammit, I thought to myself, everything else fading as I focused on my lost climax, so damn close.

  A voice came over the speaker, slightly stilted, tinny, and mechanical, “Dinner will be served shortly. Please go to the main gathering area.”

  I got up with a sigh and walked over to the mirror. Adjusting myself so it wasn’t quite so obvious what had happened. I looked a little flushed, but it wasn’t completely apparent what had happened to me. What I had done to myself.

  Satisfied that I was as presentable as I could be considering the circumstances I left the bedroom and walked back through the house.

  The place still had an eerie quality to it, something unsettling about the perfect stillness and quiet that I didn’t know if I could ever get used to.

  But still not having to do anything would be nice. The way it was explained to me was that this whole place was pretty se
lf sustaining, at least as far as we were concerned. It would clean and cook for us and all we had to do was live in it.

  Oh and change bodies, which is a bit they never clearly bothered to explain.

  Walking into the dining area I saw that my partner had already made her way over there. She was leaning against a wall in my body, trying a little too hard to look casual about all of this.

  She was looking away from me, but there was something off about her. Something in her body that piqued my interest.

  She had a bit of a flush to her skin that I knew wasn’t normally there. She looked for all the world like… no she couldn’t have been.

  Had she been masturbating too?

  I mean judging from the flushed color of her skin she had been doing something that had put her heart rate up. She looked a little too excited for just having been sat around waiting for me.

  Very carefully, double checking to make sure she was still looking away, I glanced briefly between her legs and then casually looked away.

  Sure enough she did look a little hard, but the glance had been so brief it was difficult to tell.

  So I looked again, taking a little longer this time, letting my gaze linger.

  And seeing that yeah, she did look quite a bit hard. Like she had just recently been ‘excited’ and was still coming down from that.

  Then the cock twitched a bit and I started and quickly looked away. A little too quickly.

  I heard a light chuckle from across the room and could feel the heat of a blush come across my face. Guess I’d been caught.

  I swallowed hard and very purposefully and pointedly refused to make eye contact with her.

  There was another ding and a portion of the wall slid open. On the other side was a small platform with two plates of food on it. I could tell at a glance just what it was, spaghetti and meatballs, my favorite food.

  She walked over and pulled out the food, taking one plate in each hand and setting it down at the table. I sheepishly crossed the space and joined her as she sat down.

  Everything was all laid out, cutlery, glasses filled with water and the plates of food. I vaguely wondered whether she had set up the place settings or whether it had been the house but then dismissed it once the scent of the food hit me.