Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  There was a pounding coming from the door. Zack yelling and smacking his hand against it looking for answers.

  He wasn’t the only one.

  The truth was unmistakable, I had been turned into this drop dead gorgeous woman somehow. It wasn’t an illusion or a hallucination, or Zack wouldn’t be freaking out too. No both of us were seeing the same thing.

  It wasn’t a dream either, I could tell by how sharp and present everything was that we were both really here. Somehow this was real.

  “Calm down,” I said, trying to speak to myself and to Zack at the same time, “I need to talk for a minute.”

  Zack stopped slamming against the door and I heard him grumble something and then fall silent.

  “I don’t know what happened,” I started, the words tumbling out of me without planning at all, “I don’t know how or why this happened but somehow it did. I’m Aaron, I’m your friend, the one you let crash on your couch last night. I woke up this morning looking like this.”

  “Bullshit,” he uttered from the other side of the door and I mean that was exactly the same reaction I had.

  Who the hell would believe me?

  “You have a scar on your right leg because Jane, your girlfriend from six months ago, caught you cheating on her,” I said it bluntly, it was something he hadn’t told many people and I figured it would work to convince him.

  There was a moment of silence, then he went on, “Aaron isn’t the only person I told that too.”

  “You cheated on her with a hooker,” I spat back, to no reply at all, “A hooker you hired while drunk who turned out to be a-”

  “Okay!” he cut me off, “Okay, so either you’re Aaron or he is a complete asshole.”

  I reached out and unlocked the door, opening it slowly and staring at him. He was staring back at me, neither one of us quite sure how to process this.

  Each of us in turn opened our mouths to say something only to close them shortly afterwards because really what the hell do you say in a situation like this? So you’re a woman now? That really doesn’t cut it.

  After what felt like forever Zack just turned and walked away, shaking his head.

  “Where are you going?” I asked, peeking my head out the door and watching him head towards the kitchen.

  “Too early,” he replied, “Too damn early for any of this. I need coffee and I need food and more importantly I need coffee. I’m going to make breakfast and then afterwards we’ll figure out just what the hell all of this is about.”

  Then he turned the corner into the kitchen and I heard him stomp about for a minute before I turned back to the mirror.

  Nothing had magically changed in that 30 seconds, I was still this obscenely attractive redhead. She was amazing looking, the kind of woman that would draw attention wherever she went. She had this look to her that, no matter what expression I pulled it just drew you in and made you want to watch her.

  I bounced back and forth, immediately drawn in by her body moving under her clothes. She looked phenomenal, and biting my lip slightly I slowly and quietly closed the door.

  Then I turned back to the mirror and grabbed at the hem of my shirt. My heart was beating rapidly and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Somehow it seemed I was almost nervous here. I was struggling to contain myself, afraid of something though what it was I wasn’t sure. It felt odd, like she was a beautiful stranger and I was somehow intruding on her privacy.

  But the truth was she was me and I was her, at least for the time being, and what I was about to do should have been the most natural thing in the world for me. Still I couldn’t help feeling nervous.

  So I clenched my eyes shut and worked quickly, pulling the shirt up and over my head and then grasping the boxers and letting them fall to the ground.

  I stood there, breathing slowly and trying to calm myself and build up the courage to open my eyes.

  Then I did.

  She was fully nude before me, and her body was just as amazing as I had expected.

  Her stomach was smooth and flat, just the hint of musculature defining her abdomen, her hips flared out slightly and her ribs defined but not bony. Her breasts were high and proud, a smattering of freckles dusting her cleavage and upper chest, highlighting and drawing attention to her perky and pert nipples, each one a pale rosy colour that still stood out against her alabaster skin. Her pussy was fully shaved, her lips plump and full and contained. Her sex was neat, slightly flushed from the excitement and attention.

  My eyes raked up and down her body, up and down my body. I felt excited just looking at it, it was like a brand new toy or a new car I couldn’t wait to test drive.

  Stepping back I felt my back touch the cool wall behind me and my hands dropped to my thighs. I felt the smooth skin there, traced intricate patterns in the skin with my delicate digits and my slightly sharp fingernails. I traced up until I darted just at the edges of my sex.

  There was a feeling building up inside of me, a feeling of anticipation and need that was driving me forward. I could feel it in me. The butterflies shifting as my nerves moved from fear to excitement. My breath caught in my chest and I watched my breasts heave with desire and need, watched my nipples harden as my eyes were drawn to them.

  A tremble ran over my body, my fingers now so achingly close to touching me, so achingly close to dipping deep into the pot of my sex and touching the fire within me. Exciting me and thrilling me all the same as I drilled satisfaction into my body.

  So very close to me.

  “Breakfast,” came the cry from the other room and I was jumped with fright. Staring at myself in the mirror I saw a woman who so desperately needed to be satisfied and was pained with the loss, but still I grabbed my clothing from off of the floor and dressed myself once more.

  I went out for breakfast, a simple one of scrambled eggs, toast, and black coffee that we ate mostly in silence.

  It wasn’t until both of us were mostly done our plates that Zack broke the silence, “So what the hell happened?”

  “I really have no idea,” I confessed, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

  “But you’re a woman now?” he asked.

  “Yep,” I nodded, “Fully a woman for some godforsaken reason.”

  We both chewed in silence for a moment before I went on, “I have no idea what to do here.”

  “Well I don’t know either,” Zack said, “But for the time being you can still stay here if you want. We’ll just say you’re a friend from out of town who needs a place to crash. Hell you could even use your name for the time being, though I guess you’d be spelling it with an ‘e’ for now.”

  “Erin,” I mused, “Yeah that would work.”

  “Yeah, so you’re more than welcome to stay until you figure whatever this is out.”

  “Sure,” I said, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

  We both got up and started to clear the table, cleaning the plates off and placing them in the dishwasher until the kitchen was back to clean. I put the last plate in, bending down to place it into a slot at the back and then getting back up and turning to Zack.

  His look was far too obvious, he looked away far too quickly. He had been checking me out, I realized with a bit of a flush, well I mean I really can’t blame him, this body is really hot but still.

  “You,” he trailed off, “Your clothes. You should probably wear something that fits if we want to pretend that you’re just a friend from out of town. I don’t have much here that would work for you, but there is a bunch of stuff that is in the master closet.”

  We both walked over to the room, and I realized that this was the first time I’d ever been in the master bedroom of this place. It was nice, a bit sparse but very well decorated. The bed was the focal point, and it was absolutely massive and very comfortable looking.

  Zack made his way over to the closet and threw the doors open, revealing a closet that was half filled with male clothes, suits and jeans and such, and half filled with a shockingly large variety of
women's clothes for all shapes and sizes.

  “Wow,” I say, “For a man Mr. Liam Temple sure has an awful lot of ladies clothes.”

  I whistled and started sorting through them.

  “Yeah,” Zack said, a bit sheepishly, “Now that he’s single he’s taken to avoiding long-term relationships. He’s got a bunch of ‘short-term girlfriends’ who inevitably wind up leaving some stuff here. I would ask him why he doesn’t just get rid of it but you know him and I, we don’t exactly have the best relationship.”

  That much was true, I don’t think I’d ever seen Liam and Zack have a full conversation with each other the whole time I’d known Zack. It was mostly just ‘Yes Sir’ and ‘No Sir’ responses, polite and firm.

  But it made sense, the short-term girlfriend thing. Liam and Deb, his ex-wife, had broken up nearly half a decade ago but while they were together they had always seemed an odd pair to me. She was short and a little on the plump side, whereas he was anything but.

  He was probably the tallest man I’d ever met, and while Zack was attractive in a goofy and easy going sort of way Liam had cover model good looks. He was always well kept and always kept himself in fantastic shape. As he had aged he had only gotten more attractive too, with just a hint of silver in his hair to give him a distinguished look that suited the well-fitting suits he wore, suits that just hinted at the broad shoulders and bulging muscles beneath the fabric.

  Of course he would have a string of pretty young things trailing after him. Who would ever be able to resist a man as sexy as him?

  It occurs to me that that is a very odd thing for a straight man to say even if they are trapped in the body of a woman.

  But it was true, I shrugged as I worked my way through the clothes, it was absolutely true and there was no sense in denying it.

  I pulled out a couple different options, having a hard time settling on anything since there was such a large number of options to choose from. As I looked through them all Zack mumbled something about giving me the space to choose and I heard him step out of the bedroom.

  I settled on something that would fit me, but also was a little on the conservative side. I didn’t want to shock or upset anyone, and I honestly wasn’t sure how comfortable I would be wearing some of the real feminine options in the closet.

  Plus there was the fact that I didn’t really have any options as far as underwear went, so whatever I chose would have to work for that. That knocked anything like jeans or tight pants out of the competition, I didn’t fancy trying to go commando wearing anything like that.

  What I settled on was something simple and straightforward. It was feminine, but there really wasn’t much in the closet that wasn’t.

  It was a pretty straightforward T-shirt and skirt combination. The skirt was loose and white, with a thin brown belt that would cinch around the somewhat high waist of it. The top was fitted with horizontal black and white stripes, it had a bit of a plunging neckline, but was overall a fairly conservative option, or at least that was the idea.

  I looked around quickly to make sure I was alone and then slipped out of my clothes and tugged the shirt on. It was a lot tighter than I had imagined but I figured that would be fine. I was grateful that this body had such perky breasts though, since wearing a bra didn’t seem to be an option and the shirt didn’t exactly offer much in the way of support.

  The skirt went on next, slipping up around my waist and being held there by the thin brown belt. It wasn’t exactly a short skirt, but it put what seemed to be an awful lot of my thighs on display. A shockingly large amount.

  I stepped over to the mirror to look at myself and see whether it was too much.

  Wow, I thought to myself, for a t-shirt and skirt this was a hell of a lot more revealing than I expected.

  The skirt wasn’t short, but it was flowy and sat up really high on my waist. So while it made me look trim and petite, it meant that about three quarters of my creamy white thighs were on display. Bouncing this was and that I saw the light fabric floated as easy as a feather in the air, which meant that if I moved too fast someone behind me might catch a glimpse of my pert ass.

  The shirt was also a lot tighter than I expected. It hugged my upper body and outlined the lines of my torso, showing just how tone and trim I was. It especially highlighted my breasts, in large part because the neckline was so low that I was practically spilling out of it. This bodies breasts weren’t large, they weren’t small either but by no means would I describe them as massive. Yet to look at me in this outfit your attention would definitely be drawn to them. It would be difficult to look away.

  How on earth did women deal with this?

  There was a knock at the door and I heard Zack ask tentatively, “All done?”

  “Yeah,” I replied, still turning and looking at myself in the mirror, “Come in.”

  The door opened and he stepped inside and I heard the sharp intake of breath behind me. I turned to look and saw him staring at me, obviously interested in the goods on display.

  “Wow,” he said, “You look really good.”

  I don’t know what came over me, why I chose to or why I thought it would be a good idea but there was a single thought in my mind. I wanted to tease him.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked, spinning around to give him the full view.

  “Yeah,” he agreed as I turned to face him again, his eyes locking unsubtly on my chest.

  I crossed the room, taking my time and sashaying over to him. He backed up as I moved towards him until his legs hit the bed and he fell backwards onto it.

  I giggled a bit as he pushed himself back up to a sitting position but by then he wasn’t able to run away anymore. I was right there in front of him, standing in front of him as he sat with his legs dangling over the side of the bed.

  His eyes were still locked onto my chest and I moved forward, sliding onto the bed with him and straddling his lap. I let my ass fall onto him, sitting in his lap as his eyes continued their very inappropriate glances.

  With no panties or underwear on I could feel everything. He was just wearing a loose pair of pajama pants, soft cotton fabric that kissed the lips of my sex. I could feel him through the layer, could feel him twitching and growing under me.

  I was giving him a boner.

  And the thought of that turned me on. I could feel a heat building in my body, so similar to the one from the bathroom. I craved to be touched, to be fondled. I needed it.

  Sitting on his lap I continued to tease him, pushing my shoulders back to press my breasts even further into his face. He was so close to me I could feel his hot breath on my cleavage, the sensation of it brushing against me making me more and more interested in going on.

  “What’s the matter?” I said, coyly, “You seem a bit distracted.”

  His bulge twitched and slipped out from under me. Fully hard now it jutted up between our two bodies.

  “Distracted and very...” I reached between us to grasp his cock, “Interested.”

  Zack inhaled sharply, looking up and me and lightly and breathily whispering, “Erin.”

  My hand moved automatically, stroking up and down his shaft as best I could through his pants. He felt sizable in my hands but what I couldn’t get over was how hot he was, literally. His cock felt so very warm in my hands.

  I could see his body tensing as he tried to process what was happening. I’m sure this was so odd to him, his mind pulled in two directions as he tried to process his attraction to me at the same time as he was trying to hold out, trying to hold back because he knew who I was.

  I was his old friend. His old male friend. But on the other hand here I was in the body of this gorgeous young redhead.

  His body was reacting the way any man would in this situation, and though it trailed a few minutes behind his mind eventually followed right along.

  I felt his hands on my thighs, sliding up the smooth skin and under the light fabric of my skirt. I let out a breathy and light moan as he slid so very high up and a
s his hands cupped and fondled my ass.

  My eyes closed and I reveled in the sensation of having such strong and masculine hands grasp and knead the cheeks of my ass. Every once in a while a finger would slip a little too deep into the crack of my ass and I would feel my breath quicken as I jumped slightly. His breath on my cleavage continued to excite me as I moved closer and closer to him, his lip so very close to me.

  Nowhere in any of this was any concern for who I truly was. Lost in the moment I had forgotten that I was really a man, lost in the heat of it all I was fully woman and embracing the feel of being taken by a man.

  His lips kissed my breasts, lightly at first and then encouraged by my moans he increased in speed and force and vigor. He kissed by breasts, my cleavage, my collarbone, my neck. He kissed everywhere he could touch while his hands continued to grasp at me and my hand continued to stroke him.

  It was amazing, this feeling of losing myself to the moment. It was almost enough to satisfy but I wanted more.

  My hands pulled on his pants, slipping them easily down just a bit, just enough to free his cock fully.

  With only a fleeting thought of wow this is getting out of hand I grasped the bare skin of his cock and stroked him. My hand wrapped around his pulsing shaft, as I stroked him slowly and rhythmically up and down.

  Each time I reached the head of his cock I squeezed it slightly and gave my fist a little twist. It was a trick I had always enjoyed and evidently so did Zack. Each time I did it his whole body would tense with pleasure.

  We were both so close, but I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied if it ended here. I knew I needed more. I needed all of it.

  My hips moved automatically, lifting up slowly so I was straddling him and hovering over him. His lips were still on my breasts, still kissing me as I lined the head of his cock up with my aching slit and teased myself with the head of him.

  I grasped his shaft and slid it up and down my slit, getting the head of his cock slick with my juices before shifting him directly into place.

  Oh god this was so out of hand but I wanted it so bad. I knew that I was so close, that all it would take was a minute of riding him before I would explode with pleasure. I let my thighs relax as his hands squeezed my ass and pulled me down onto him.