Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  There is no reason whatsoever that anyone would expect Emily and I to work together. Hell there is no reason at all for anyone to assume she would even notice me, let alone for us to start dating.

  But we did.

  Because something just clicked when we met. It was like fate.

  Emily was gorgeous. She was blonde with a body like a model, curvy in all the right places but flat and tight where she needed to be. Her skin was absolutely flawless, her breasts perky and full and what could only be described as voluptuous. She always seemed to have a tan because she always seemed to be outside enjoying the sun and doing something physical and active.

  Her eyes were a brilliant and bright blue, they sparkled in the light and looked like beautiful and multi faceted sapphires. Her lips were plump and full and when she smiled she could light up a room.

  Wherever she went Emily was the center of attention. She was kind and attentive and when you spoke to her you really felt like she was listening. She had this sincerity to her that made it feel like she was really present and genuine with you, like she really cared about you because the truth was that she did. She truly did care about who you were and what you cared about.

  Not just content to be beautiful and kind she was smart and successful too. She held degrees in business and biotech, a doctor and self-made millionaire with her own company. Athletic, charming, and funny. She was the perfect package.

  If she sounds too good to be true believe me I thought she must have been. I was convinced that there had to be something else, that this had to be some kind of joke. No one this perfect could exist, and no one this perfect could certainly ever be interested in me.

  But we’d been together for months and the myth that she was held out until it became a reality. She was everything she seemed to be and she genuinely liked me.

  I couldn’t understand it and neither could anyone else, but it worked and I thanked my lucky stars that it did. Because I had never been this happy before and I could just tell that she felt the same way. I could tell from the way that she smiled at me that she truly did love me just as much as I loved her.

  Our life was perfect.

  Well, mostly.

  Now as difficult as it might be to imagine we had never had an argument in our time together and even our disagreements had been mild and mostly resolved themselves with only a little bit of talking and explanation. We seemed to always know how to talk to each other, how to make our point known in an almost subconscious level. As if our bodies knew how to communicate on a different wavelength.

  Except where it came to the bedroom.

  I’m gonna go ahead and blame it on excitement, specifically my excitement.

  I’d never been the most adventurous man or the most skilled at picking up women. Never played the bar game to any real success or had much luck with one-night stands. My sexual history could be summed up in the series of mid-term relationships I’d had over the years, which had been infrequent and unfulfilling.

  So my record of skill in the bedroom wasn’t exactly great going into this relationship, quite simply because I’d never really got the practice. Compound that with who Emily was, what she looked like, well you can see where this is going.

  The first time we were together, I didn’t last long. She went to the bathroom to ‘freshen up’ and came out wearing this lacy black bra and panties combination. Her body was phenomenal, her stomach washboard flat, her ass plump and utterly squeezable, her breasts practically overflowing in those cups.

  I was sitting on her bed, eyes like saucers just staring at her as she crossed the room with a slight smile. She could tell she was making a good impression.

  She pulled me to my feet and undressed me fully. Then she pushed me back down to the bed and undressed for me, sliding her panties off and straddling me as my cock was straining, harder than it ever had been before.

  I wasn’t massive, but I wasn’t small. I was pretty thick and a bit on the high side of average. Two of the points of pride in my life are that when she straddled me and took my cock inside she was dripping wet with anticipation, and that she closed her eyes and sighed with satisfaction at the feeling of me inside. In my mind it took a lot to elicit that sort of reaction from a woman as beautiful as this, to turn her on and get even that reaction was a small miracle in itself.

  Then she reached behind and unclipped her bra, doing that thing that girls do where they throw and arm across the cups to hold their breasts while they pull the bra away. When she finally let her arm fall, when I saw her breasts revealed in their full glory for the first time. It was too much.

  With a gulp and a cry I warned her I was close and closed my eyes as she slid off of my and stroked my cock with her hand. I came and as I did I watched her between my legs, stroking me and coating her breasts with my seed.

  Got she was amazing, so beautiful and so kind. She could sense that I was embarrassed by it and did her best to reassure me, to tell me it was flattering.

  I’m sure it was flattering, but I wanted it to be more than just flattering. I wanted to make her happy, to satisfy her as well.

  But I just couldn’t help myself, even now almost a year into our relationship I couldn’t help but get ‘too excited’ every time I saw her.

  The last time we had been together was just a short while ago, a few days and we had come home from a gala event. She had been wonderful and though I’m sure I still looked odd on her arm I was starting to play good boyfriend at these things, able to fake being charming for at least a little while.

  We got home and she was wearing this long and slinky black evening gown. She asked me to unzip her and I did, only to discover as it pooled to the ground that she was wearing not a stitch on underneath. She turned and kissed me, undressing me as well. Suit jacket and tie, dress shirt and pants strewn all up the stairs as we made our way to the bedroom in a flurry of kisses and touches and embraces.

  As we burst through the door of the bedroom I was hard as a rock and she was absolutely amazing. She took a step back from me, drawing me towards the bed, and the moonlight highlighted her amazing and unbelievable curves.

  She fell onto the bed on her back and I climbed atop her, kissing all the way up her body to her mouth. I traced the lines of her abs, feeling them tense under my lips. I kissed up and over the swell of her breasts, feeling her nipples harden as I sucked on them. Up her long and slender neck to her mouth, feeling her lips and her hot breath as she spread her legs for me and took me inside with a satisfied sigh.

  I buried myself in her in a single thrust, her legs wrapping around my back as her sex embraced me and squeezed me. We locked eyes and she moaned out for me, hissing a quiet, “Yes.”

  I began to thrust, pulling out and then pushing my cock back in again. With each thrust forward her eyes would close as she moaned her quiet satisfaction, her whole body would rock with the force of my thrust, her breasts rising as she arched her back and thrust them out to me.

  I could see her enjoying the feel of me, her hands clenching the sheets as I thrust into her again and again. She tensed around me, her sex grasping and squeezing around my shaft as she cried out and I lost control.

  I exploded, time and again and again. My whole body tensed as my cock pulsed inside of her, filling her up with my hot come.

  Her arms came up to cradle my head, to pull me to her mouth and kiss her as we both rode out my explosion.

  Perfection. For me.

  Disappointment. For her.

  She never said anything, never admitted it. She could sense my insecurity and I know she loved me too much to dwell on it. Because she did love me, of that there was no doubt in my mind.

  We were going to spend the rest of our lives together, of that much both of us were certain. We had even talked about it. There was no doubt for either of us.

  But I couldn’t help but feel terrible about this. I was looking forward to a life with her, but I wanted her to be happy as well, to be fulfilled, to be satisfied.


  So when she proposed something new in the bedroom, an experiment in advance of our one year anniversary, I had been all for it. When she said it would be great for both of us, I went along like a willing puppy. Afterall, great for both of us meant great for her, and right now that was what mattered most to me.

  I spent the week back in my place, a necessary step, she explained, for her preparations. It was odd to me, being back in my small old apartment. I’d been so used to staying at her house that I’d come to see it as our place, my old apartment felt odd somehow. It wasn’t until midway through the week that I realized it wasn’t the size of the apartment that made it odd, it was the lack of her. I’d come to see anyplace she was as being home. Which just meant that come what may I was going to be there with her and do whatever I could to make her happy.

  Finally the day was here and I walked up to the front door of her house with eager anticipation. I knocked and she answered, wearing a silk robe with the hints of nothing else underneath it.

  She smiled, a shy smile that showed how nervous she really was, and paused for a moment before stepping out to grab me inside. Closing the door behind me she pushed me up against it and pushed her body into mine. We kissed and I felt that same spark of excitement I felt everytime she kissed me, everytime she touched me.

  Breaking the kiss she stepped back and said, voice quivering with nerves, “Hi.”

  “Hi,” I said, smiling back at her.

  “Okay,” she said, biting her lip and then reaching over to the stand by the door and grabbing a piece of cloth, “Blindfold.”

  She tied it tight around my eyes, making sure I couldn’t see anything and I honestly couldn’t. The whole word was pitch black.

  But I could sense her moving around me, could feel as she brushed past me and reached out to grab my hand.

  “Do you trust me?” she asked.

  I didn’t even have to think before replying, “Yes.”

  She led me into the house and up the stairs, taking her time and guiding me gently the whole way along.

  I could tell where we were going, heading up the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom at the end there. She left me in the middle of the room and I could feel her padding around me before I felt her hands on my body.

  She touched me lightly, fingers sliding around buttons and into waistbands as she stripped off all of my clothing. All of this in silence, my body moving to help her, but not removing anything myself. She undressed me fully and I felt the cool air of the room around me.

  Emily was in front of me, I could feel her standing there, could sense her presence. She spoke and repeated the same thing she had earlier, “Do you trust me?”

  I nodded and told her once more, “Yes.”

  I felt her fingers slide into my mouth and then pull out, leaving a pill sitting on my tongue. She held a glass to my lips and I took a swallow of water, washing the pill down my throat.

  There was a odd taste left over, something I couldn’t place, slightly herbal and yet hard-edged. It lingered for a moment and then dissipated.

  And as it faded I felt a heat rising through my body. It spread from my mouth in a line down into my stomach and from there blossomed out quickly. It rushed through me and I gasped once, feeling like my whole body was on fire. My skin tensed and I felt pinpricks light all over me, I felt like a thousand droplets of sweat were pouring out of every pore and where it bubbled out of my skin it left me cool in its wake.

  All at once it was gone, the heat fading outwards through my skin and leaving me still and smooth. Gone was the sensation of any sweat, I felt normal, perfectly ordinary.

  And yet somehow not, somehow different. It was an odd sensation, utterly unfamiliar to me. It felt for all the world like I was puppeting the body of someone else.

  Then that sensation faded too and I was comfortable once more in my own skin.

  Emily came up behind me, sliding something silky and smooth onto me. I felt her step around to wrap it lightly around my waist and cinch it. It was a robe, just like hers.

  I could feel it, sitting lightly on my shoulders. My chest exposed, the edges of it just kissing the tops of my thighs. It was loose and relaxing. I felt at ease wearing it.

  The blindfold was unwrapped, revealing Emily smiling in front of me, smiling up at me. Her beautiful face made me smile, and I felt like whatever surprise this was it was going to be absolutely amazing.

  She leaned in and I closed my eyes as our lips met. The kiss was exciting, somehow softer than ours normally were but almost more thrilling. Her hands wrapped into mine, holding me there in front of her.

  When our kiss broke she looked at me earnestly and told me, “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too,” I replied, just as earnest and sincere.

  And that was about the point where I noticed something odd. At first it was that my voice sounded off, sounded unfamiliar. It didn’t sound like me, it was too high and melodic.

  Then I noticed that we were eye to eye. Emily had always been a few inches shorter than me, it was something of a point of pride for myself, an aspect of our life where I succeeded in fulfilling the typical male role in the relationship.

  But there was no mistaking it now, we were eye level, if anything I was a bit shorter.

  “What is going on?” I asked, a note of uncertainty in my unfamiliar voice.

  “You have to promise not to panic,” she said, her voice calm in even in that way someone's voice gets when they are trying to reassure someone because there really is cause for panic.

  But I trusted this woman, I trusted her implicitly and so I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. Staring into her eyes, seeing her radiate out confidence to me, it helped.

  “I promise,” I said, my voice still oddly unfamiliar but not quite as unsettling.

  “You have to promise to trust me,” she told me.

  This time it was harder, but I was still sincere when I told her, “I trust you.”

  Emily pulled me towards her, drawing me over to the bathroom and turning me to face the full length mirror there.

  The reflection was confusing. I stared at it for quite some time trying to make heads or tails out of what I was seeing.

  Emily was there, standing in her robe and looking just as beautiful as ever. But I wasn’t, I was completely missing from the picture.

  Instead where I should be was a stranger, a woman.

  She was pretty, long dark hair and pale skin. Her eyes deep brown, and her face was pretty and engaging. She had an almost mysterious look to her, she looked like someone you wanted to get to know, but who just might be more than you could handle.

  Maybe it was her curves, clearly evident and visible under the robe she was wearing. Her long and smooth thighs were on full display, sliding up under the robe to hips that you would just love to watch sway. Her breasts pushed at the fabric of the robe, sitting high and pretty on her they were smaller than Emily's but no less engaging.

  She was absolutely gorgeous, the kind of woman that would turn heads no matter where she went. She was standing where I was supposed to be standing, and when I lifted a hand she did just the same.

  “What the hell?” I said, backing up until I felt my pert ass bounce against the countertop, I turned but only saw the reflection in the mirror there, just the same as the other one, “What the hell?”

  My voice had raised in timbre and volume and Emily reached out to calm me, grasping my shoulders and turning me to look at her. I panicked for a moment, not hearing what she was saying as a noise like a roar filled my ears.

  Bits began to float through to me, words like “Not permanent,” and “Perfectly safe,” and her whole approach, one of concern and sureness, began to calm me down.

  I took a deep breath and felt my heart start to slow.

  “I just wanted you to experience what it was like to be me, just temporarily,” Emily explained, “I wanted you to know what it was like to be a woman.”

  “You turned me into a wom
an?” I asked, incredulous.

  “Just for a little while,” she said, releasing me.

  I immediately turned to the mirror and began examining myself, pinching and pulling at my face to see if it was some sort of illusion.

  “It’ll wear off in a little while,” she said, her voice softer as she realized I wasn’t going to have a full blown panic attack.

  I wasn’t, and once the initial shock had set in I was amazed by what I was experiencing.

  I had changed, I really had changed. The reflection in the mirror was me no longer. I was a woman now, completely and utterly a woman.

  She was flawless, she didn’t even look at me at all. Where I had been slight, but decidedly masculine she was delicate and feminine. It wasn’t even just skin deep either.

  Her bone structure looked different. My shoulders were wider, my hips narrower, my whole jaw and cheekbones completely different. My eye color was different, my hair color.

  My hair! How had she managed to get my hair to grow so much so fast?

  “This is amazing,” I enthused while I pulled my eyelid down and looked deep into my eyes, “How did you do this?”

  “It’s something I’ve been working on at work,” she said, a bit sheepishly proud about how impressed I was, “Something I’ve been working on for years actually. Since school.”

  “Incredible,” I enthused, “And all this just so I could see what it was like?”

  “See,” she said, turning me to look at her, “And feel. I want you to know what it is like to be a woman, what feels good for a woman, how to make a woman feel good. I could explain until I’m blue in the face, but this way you know what feels good, what feels right, and then…”

  She trailed off and I finished her sentence for her, “And then I can make you feel good too.”

  She looked shy, embarrassed, as if I would be upset about her idea. When in fact the opposite was true.

  “That is brilliant,” I enthused, “Absolute genius. So where do we go, what do we do, where do we start?”