Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  I hadn’t realized just how hungry I was. The food smelled and looked delicious, the vibrant red of the sauce standing out against the white of the table and looking so very enticing to me at that moment.

  I dug in, each bite so much better than the last. The meal was absolutely delicious and I didn’t know if it was just because of the stress of the situation or what it was but it had to be easily in my top 10 meals of all time.

  Even if the company was a bit awkward.

  Because we kept doing that dance that people do where they try to look at the other person without them noticing that they’re being looked at. Just glancing away oh too casually when we almost get caught in a glance.

  It was so weird, seeing myself across the table from me.

  All of the features were familiar, and yet the appearance was somehow so very different. It felt like someone was wearing a costume and pretending to be me. The mannerisms close but somehow distinctly off. Just enough to be unsettling.

  I found it harder and harder to look away.

  Which is how we wound up making eye contact for the first time.

  I was looking at her and she glanced up to look at me and our eyes just locked. Neither of us could look away, we just stood there blinking stupidly and staring at the person across the table from us.

  She broke the spell, slurped a noodle and I saw a fleck of red sauce flick across her cheekbone. Her handsome and well defined cheekbone.

  I smiled a bit, half at the stunned reaction she had on her face and half at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

  “You have a bit of... “ I said, trailing off as I indicated to one hand to the side of her face.

  She just stared at me like a deer in the headlights, “Huh?”

  Without even thinking I reached out and slid a finger out to scoop it off her face, sliding the finger up and grabbing the sauce before popping the digit back into my mouth.

  It was about then that I realized just how personal that gesture was, and as I sucked on my fingertip I realized just how charged the movement was as well.

  I blushed and turned back to my meal, concentrating on it intently and avoiding looking up.

  I ate as quickly as I could, all sense of the taste of the meal lost in the desperate race to get it into me and avoid this whole awkward encounter. I could tell I was blushing about the whole thing and I just wanted it to be done and over with. As soon as the last noodle was off my plate I stood up and bolted out of the room.

  I walked quickly down a nondescript hall and turned into the first room I found, which seemed to be some sort of lounge area. I’m not sure all I know was there was a couch facing a long row of the artificial windows that showed some sort of field with grass gently blowing in the wind.

  I fell down into the couch and sat staring out the window as I desperately tried to avoid deconstructing the awkward encounter again and again in my mind.

  But every time I tried to think of something else it pressed back in and I couldn’t clear my head, couldn’t shake it from my memory no matter how hard I tried. And worst of all I kept coming back to one bit, one intrusive little thought that kept pressing into me and making me wonder what the hell was going on. I kept remembering that I found him attractive.

  Her attractive.

  Me attractive?

  What the hell was going on?

  I felt a rising tide of panic in me and I really couldn’t figure what the hell I was supposed to do or how the hell I would manage to make it through another month of this without something terrible happening.

  “No TV in this place,” I heard that oh so masculine voice from behind me and it made me start slightly. It was a statement, not a question. It was a lifeline, an attempt to reach out and find something to talk about, some common ground for us to cover.

  “No,” I said in reply, the words thick and uncomfortable despite the soft and light lilt of my new voice, “I didn’t see any.”

  I replied without looking over my shoulder, I replied while staring out the window and in that moment, that little piece of normalcy, I just about forgot what had happened. In that moment I was her and she was me and we were just two ordinary people.

  Then she walked into my eyeline and I saw myself and had to give a little shake to come back to reality, because for just an instant I had seen myself as a girl enthralled by an attractive man.

  She joined me on the couch, her whole body language awkward and uncertain just as I’m sure mine was. We sat in silence for just a moment, a silence I would break.

  “Jim,” I said, introducing myself.

  “Kelly,” she said with a smile.

  The next words came easy, “It’s nice to meet you Kelly.”

  But after that there was only awkward silence for what felt like forever.

  “So this is weird right?” She said, breaking the ice.

  “I don’t think there is any case where this could be considered anything but weird,” I said, “I mean how in the hell did this… How is this a thing?”

  “I know,” she cried, “I’ve been alternating between trying to figure out how the hell they managed to do it and how the hell this has been kept a secret all this time. Did you have the whole sitting in a chair in the dark thing?”

  “Yeah,” I said enthusiastically, “I did. I mean at first when I saw you, I mean me, I mean whatever I thought that I must have been hypnotized.”

  “I still think I might be hypnotized, “Though I did pinch myself to try to get out of it. What I can’t wrap my head around is how weird you look.”

  “It’s like you’re looking at a copy of a copy,” I said, “Like you have a mental image of what you’re supposed to look like and what you see is pretty close but not quite there. Not exactly 100 percent what you expected.”

  “That’s it exactly,” she smiled, “I mean I thought I was going crazy but you hit the nail on the head there.”

  “There is more too,” I went on, “I keep having the hardest time keeping it all straight in my head. It’s like every instinct make me want to think of you as a guy and when I let my guard down I keep lapsing into calling you a guy even though I know you’re not one.”

  “I have the same thing. Everytime I stop concentrating I keep referring to you as her or she in my thoughts and I keep having to correct.”

  There was a lull as we both nodded, happy to see we weren’t alone in all of this. Then Kelly went on, “So Jim, since we’re going to be stuck here for a whole month why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself.”

  I smiled and started to talk. Then I asked her about herself and she spoke to. It was an easy back and forth as our conversation went back and forth. We had a lot in common and what we didn’t have in common turned out to be great pieces of conversation. It was so easy to talk to her I lost myself in it, forgetting who I was and who she was. Forgetting where we were and what had happened to us. Forgetting everything except the fact that I was sitting across from someone I had great rapport with, someone I had an easy time just being around. Someone who excited and interested me.

  I reached out casually during one of my points, explaining a complicated bit about a film I had recently seen and when I touched him on his leg he jumped a bit and looked a little embarrassed.

  Glancing down quickly I saw just why, let’s just say his interest in me had crossed a border and he had gotten a little excited.

  “Oh,” I said, my hand instinctively pulling back as I covered my mouth in surprise.

  He blushed in such a cute and endearing way and muttered, “Sorry.”

  “No,” I implored him, “Don’t be.”

  “I just,” he started, looking for the right thing to say and settling on gesturing at the pole in his lap and saying, “I just can’t control this thing.”

  All I could do was giggle in response. Giggle and a little bit more. I could feel my body responding to him and responding to the large attention seeker in room. I could feel myself drawn to it, my eyes grazing over it as I tried
and failed to look away.

  “Earlier,” I said, “When we were separated. Did you...”

  He finished my question, “Masturbate?”

  I nodded, maybe a bit too eager.

  “Yeah,” he confirmed, blushing a bit.

  “Don’t worry,” I reassured him, “I did too.”

  I reached out and put my hand carefully on his knee to reassure him, sliding up his thigh slightly and patting the muscle there while resisting the urge to squeeze and feel the firmness of his thigh.

  He watched me, his eyes locked onto my hand. Then he slid his gaze up, up my body in an achingly slow curve, his gaze pausing purposefully on my breasts before sliding up to my face.

  “Maybe there is something in the air that makes us,” he struggled to find the right words, “That turns us on.”

  I swallowed hard, “That would certainly explain it. Would explain why it’s so hard to resist.”

  He nodded, “Maybe that makes us crave sex.”

  “You’re probably right,” I replied, moving toward him as I spoke, “Crave it.”

  “Need it,” he reiterated, sliding forward to meet me, “Make it so we just can’t help ourselves.”

  “Definitely,” my voice a breathy whisper as I came oh so achingly close to him.

  My eyes closed as our lips touched and I tasted him on my, tasted his saliva and felt his hard body as my delicate fingers came up to caress his naked chest. I pressed against his hard flat pecs as his tongue pressed insistently into my mouth. We lapped at each other and I felt his hands slide up my thighs to my waist.

  He held me gently there, pulling me a little closer to him. I moved, sliding my body into his as the tips of my breasts caressed his skin. As they drew over his body I felt electricity run between us, both of our bodies responding to the touch and taste of each other as our excitement built and built.

  I wanted him. I wanted him on me and I wanted him in me. I wanted him to take me and touch me and please me and I wanted to please him. I wanted him to want me.

  And I could tell that he did, I could tell from the caress of his cock pressed up between us. Could tell from the sensation of his his hips bucking lightly, involuntarily as I slowly moved my body back and forth against him.

  His hands slid on me, cupping my ass and feeling the muscle working beneath the skin as I moved. I heard him growl into my mouth, a noise that was all at once aggressive and masculine and dominating. I could feel the barely restrained strength beneath him, could feel the animal side of him start to take over. Could feel his body struggle right at the edge of control.

  Grip tightening he held me and the moved me, peeling my body off of his as he moved me on the couch and moved himself. Moved us both until I was sitting upright and he was kneeled before me.

  Then his hands slid to my knees and spread my legs and I saw a glimmer in his eyes as his head ducked down.

  His tongue hit my sex and I sighed with the sensation. I never knew until that moment how much I really needed and craved the wetness of his tongue pressing at the lips of my sex. It was so needed it was almost refreshing.

  What he lacked in experience he more than made up for with enthusiasm. His lips closed around mine and sucked at them, his tongue snaked out and drew long lines from the bottom of my slit all the way up.

  Then he kissed on my clit and it set off a fire in me.

  My hands flew out to tangle in his hair and I pulled him into me. I pushed his head down between my legs and kept his concentration in that one spot. That tiny button at the top of my slit.

  He kissed it lightly and he kissed it hard. He ran his tongue up and down and around it in achingly slow strokes before sliding back and forth across it with rapid slashes. Each movement was unique in its sensations. Each one made my whole body clench and shudder.

  I began to move him, to move his mouth up and down my slit as he changed the pace and positions of his tongue. When he reached my hole he would pound at it with forceful and insistent thrusts, his tongue digging deep into me and filling me up. When he moved up or down his tongue would lie thick and flat against my lips, spreading and pressing between my legs as I moaned in response.

  Each time though I would pause at the top as he traced out a litany of movements and moments across my clit. Each time I paused him here I could feel it grow stronger. That undeniable and irrepressible moment.

  I could feel it build in me.

  Building pressure starting between my thighs as they quivered and shaked beneath him. Building up to my abdomen as it tensed and flexed. Up to my breasts as they jiggled and shook in the air. To my neck and shoulders and head as I moaned and thrashed it back and forth.

  The pressure built in me, until it consumed me. Until I held him at the summit of my sex while my climax ripped through my body.

  I tensed as one and felt it wash over me, a climax more powerful than any I had ever experienced before. A climax I felt with every last bit of my being, that made my whole body shake and shudder and made me moan and cry and scream out to the world.

  A climax that made me lose control and slump, satisfied as I had never been satisfied before, into the couch.

  I smiled and closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation that had just rocketed through my body. Through the sensation that was more powerful than any I had ever felt. I know I must have looked odd and dulled with the silly smile splashed across my face but I didn’t care. I felt soo good. So amazingly fantastic.

  It was like I could feel every last bit of myself, every inch of my body was alive and alight with sensation. My ass pressed against the cool fabric of the couch, my palms and fingers sliding over the fabric. The cool air kissing my neck, my stomach, my breasts.

  My breasts?

  For the slightest moment I had forgotten that those were not supposed to be there, I had forgotten and lost myself in the moment. Had forgotten I was a man.

  Then I felt the sensation of a hard cock pressing between my legs and it all came flashing back. My eyes flew open and I saw him standing in front of me.

  Not him.

  Her, in my body.

  “Whoa,” I cried, my hands flying up to press against his chest.

  She stopped short, the bulging head of her thick cock pressed just against the wet lips of my sex. She looked up at me and I disorientation washed over me and I couldn’t make heads or tails of anything that was happening at that point. It was all confused in my head.

  From a distant place I heard her ask in my voice, “What is it?”

  All I could do was push on her chest, push on her oh so masculine and tempting chest and push her away and tell her, “I can’t.”

  The confusion welling inside of me I pushed her away and she acquiesced. She stepped back and let me stand on shaky legs for just a brief moment before I turned and ran from the room.

  There were no tears from me though I felt them insistently pressing at the edge of my being. I tried to gain some sense of balance in the world but I couldn’t quite get there. Each time I felt myself teeter on the top I edged over and slipped again.

  I made my way into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me and falling onto the bed.

  What was happening? What had happened?

  I had lost myself there. Lost who I was as I was caught up in the moment and the need and oh god what had happened?

  Why had I liked it so much?

  I couldn’t- I wouldn’t do that. Would I?

  I was a man and I liked women. Up until a few hours ago that had been the case. I’d never been tempted by another man and yet somehow there in that moment I had been.

  I had wanted him.

  I had need him to slide his thick cock inside of me, to fill me up and pound me again and again until I shuddered through another mindblowing climax.

  But that wasn’t me. Was it?

  Was it this body? Was it just that driving me forward? Or was it something more, was I really turned on by men?

  What the hell am I going to do? What the he
ll could I do?

  Because the truth was regardless of whether it was just this body or whether it was really me there was one thing that was certain: I’m not going to be able to hold out for an entire month.

  Because I want that cock. I need that cock. I crave it.

  There was a knock at the door and in a soft voice that threatened to crack I told him to come in.

  He entered a bit sheepish, hands covering his more sensitive places as he avoided eye contact and told me he was sorry.

  “No I’m sorry,” I said, reassuring him as best as I could, “I’m just a little confused is all.”

  “I don’t want to pile on but I have some more bad news,” he said.

  My eyebrows raised and I asked him, “What?”

  “Well,” he hesitated, “I’ve looked around the house and there is only one bed I think.”

  We both silently absorbed that information.

  “I’ll just sleep on the couch,” he reassured me.

  But I cut him off, “No I just- I don’t know…”

  I stood and looked him up and down, looking at his strong body and the obvious fact that he was hard and straining to contain himself.

  He saw me see it, saw my gaze lock onto his hard cock and said, “I’m sorry I just can’t help it.”

  “No,” I told him, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have left you. Not when I…”

  I crossed the room to him, taking his hands in mine and pulling them away to reveal his long and thick cock.

  “Not when I wanted it too.” I finished, falling to my knees before him.

  He looked down at me, his eyes beginning to glaze over with desire, “Are you sure?”

  “Absolutely,” I answered without a bit of doubt in my mind.

  My head tilted forward as my mouth opened to take him inside of me. I felt the head of his cock split my lips and slide in, felt it sit on my tongue, felt the salty sweetness of his arousal coat me.

  It enthralled me.

  I let my tongue slide up and around the head of his cock, let it lick at the slit in his head, let it feel the pulsing of his member as he strained against me.