Trapped as My Girlfriend

by Lisa Change

  Aware, too, that knowing this was the hottest feeling he’d ever had.

  The guy had torn James’s bra off, started sucking on his nipples, making James throw back his pretty little head and let out an Oh!

  Then the guy had picked him up, so James’ long legs were wrapped around his waist, his pussy grinding up against this perfect man’s torso.

  They’d made out as the guy effortlessly carried James’ girl body – Samantha’s body – through to the living room and thrown him down onto the couch beside the huge picture window.

  As James lay there, panting helplessly, his slit drenched and his hole all wide and ready for cock, the guy had slowly unzipped his pants, taken something long and thick out into his hands.

  “Suck.” He’d commanded, his dark eyes flashing.

  Too horny to resist, James had sat up on the couch, swept his long hair out of his eyes. Delicately kissed the tip of the boy’s cock. Smiled up at this impossibly gorgeous man.

  “Yes, master,” he’d whispered.

  And then he’d taken the boy deep inside his mouth.

  James had sucked the boy’s cock until the boy was on the verge of coming, massaging his balls with one dainty hand as he bobbed his beautiful head back and forth, luxuriating in the smell and taste of dick.

  The sensation of having another man’s prick in his mouth should’ve been horrifying. Humiliating.

  Yet all James had to do was turn his head slightly, look over at the mirror visible through the open bedroom doorway, to see Samantha as he’d always secretly wanted to see her: knelt before a powerful man and sucking cock like the whore she was.

  Finally, just as the boy was about to come, James had slipped his prick out from between his dainty lips, kissed the tip, and shot the boy a coquettish smile.

  “Fuck me,” he’d whispered. “Please.”

  The boy immediately pushed James onto his back. Unbuttoned his tiny denim shorts and pulled them off over Samantha’s smooth legs.

  His thick fingers had roughly torn James’s lacy panties open, exposing his cunt to the world.

  And then the boy had knelt before James, taken his legs in his hands and rested them over his shoulders, so James felt so vulnerable, so beautiful.

  From high above, the dark skinned Adonis had winked down at him. James had hungrily bit his lower lip, knowing how cute the action would look on Samantha’s face. The guy had angled his hips…

  …and then James had felt the boy’s gigantic cock slipping deep into his wet pussy.

  The boy’s cock had been thicker than the dildo, much bigger.

  At first it had hurt a little, making James whimper.

  But, as the boy began to thrust, the pain had faded, replaced instead by overwhelming pleasure.

  The boy had fucked James roughly for a whole hour, pinning his weak, female body to the sofa, pounding into him so hard it made James’ DD tits bounce and jiggle and made him wail and scream out loud.

  With every thrust, the boy’s fat balls had thwacked up against James’ pert ass. With every thrust, he’d violated James’ new womb.

  As the boy pinned his wrists and grinned at James’ helplessness, James had been unable to do anything but lie there and take his punishment.

  Take the boy’s cock deep inside him and think about how hot the two of them must’ve looked.

  Finally, the boy had grunted and gone stiff.

  Quickly, he’d pulled out of James, grabbed hold of his cock and pointed it…

  …and then jets of white hot spunk had been squirting over Samantha’s big, slutty tits, making James gasp and sigh with pleasure.

  He’d squeezed his new breasts together, offered them up to the boy, until they were covered in sticky, delicious come.

  When the boy was finally done, James had looked in the mirror again, and been dazed with pleasure at the sight of Samantha, a bashful look on her beautiful face, her big boobs dripping with sperm.

  God, I look perfect right now… James had thought, followed by, I’m such a little whore…

  After that, the boy had quickly gotten dressed and left, but not before writing his number down on a scrap of paper.

  “If you ever wanna get treated like a slut again,” the boy had whispered as he handed it over to James, “just call me.”

  He’d been about to go, when James had suddenly called out:

  “Hey. How about now?”

  The boy’s grin had been all the response he’d needed.

  Five minutes later, James had been knelt before this gorgeous man again, slobbering over his dick and sucking away like his life depended on it.

  This time, he had even let the man come in his mouth.

  Like a good girl, James had swallowed everything he gave him.

  *

  Once the boy had finally gone, James had spent the rest of the afternoon naked on the sofa, idly fingering Samantha’s pussy, playing with her little blonde tuft of pubic hair, not caring who saw him through the large picture window.

  As he sat there, enjoying Samantha’s body, he’d had one very clear thought.

  I could do this every day… just live as Samantha. I could even get a boyfriend…

  Fuck. He thought, gasping as he scissored his new hole, I don’t know if I ever want to change back!

  It was shortly after he’d had this thought that the call finally came.

  He’d only just pulled his panties back on and washed the juices off his fingers when he heard his phone buzzing.

  For a moment, James had hesitated, unsure if he should answer it.

  They’ll be expecting me, male-James… not Samantha. What if it’s my parents…?

  But then he’d taken a closer look at the phone and realized something odd.

  It wasn’t his phone, the phone he’d arrived here with.

  It was Samantha’s.

  And the name flashing up was JAMES.

  With a strange feeling, James swiped the phone. Held it up to his ear. Delicately cleared his throat.

  “Um… hello?” He said in Samantha’s voice.

  “James?!” The voice that came back to him was male, extremely familiar. “Oh thank fuck… I thought you might not answer, I didn’t know what I’d do if…!”

  At the sound of his own, male voice coming through the line, James breathed in sharply. A faint dizziness gripped him.

  “It was the fucking mountain!” The male James on the other end sounded angry. “No signal, and-and Rory wouldn’t believe me…

  Oh God, James, he-he threw me out the cabin! I tried to tell him I was Samantha, that that goddamn storm changed me into you and stuck me in your ugly body, but he just called me a freak and said he was gonna kill me! I-I need you to help me! You’ve gotta tell him it’s really me in here and… and…”

  There was a moment of silence, a silence in which universes were born and died.

  A silence in which James stood very, very still, already aware of what he needed to do.

  “James…?” The male voice said at last. “Are… are you there? It’s me, Samantha. I’m trapped in your body, and so I guess you’re trapped in mine, and…”

  There was a moment’s hesitation.

  “Oh God. Oh God, no. Don’t tell me it’s just me who remembers! Don’t tell me I’m stuck as this disgusting-!”

  “Sorry, what are you saying?” James suddenly said in Samantha’s voice. “Trapped in my body…? Being me…?”

  He took a deep breath.

  “James…” James said, forcing his Samantha-voice to sound weirdly calm. “You’re not making any sense. I’m Samantha. And you’re just…

  You’re just James.”

  For a moment, there was nothing on the other end of the line. Nothing but the faint crackle and hiss of a distant mountain wind.

  “NO!” James’s male voice suddenly screamed. “No, that’s not possible! You must be James! I-I can’t just have woken up in your body without you also being in my-!”

  “James, you’re acting weird.”
In Samantha’s apartment, James turned to face the mirror. Let a sly little smile creep over Samantha’s face.

  “I’m Samantha, OK?” He said, firmly, as if it were really true. “And you’re James, my weird friend who, actually…”

  James took a deep breath.

  “Who actually, I don’t like. I’ve never liked. That’s why I’m always ignoring you, only calling you when I need something, acting like the stuck-up entitled bitch I’ve always been.”

  In Samantha’s apartment, James gave a sigh. Finally free of his prison.

  “I’m a bitch, James,” he said, watching Samantha’s lips move as he spoke, the lips that would now be his for as long as he lived. “I treat you like dirt and I only pretend to be friends so I can keep you around to do stuff for me, and maybe to be a backup in case I get desperate. Sorry, it’s so obvious now. So obvious that I always knew you fancied me, and that I used this to manipulate you.

  I’m going to be better now, I promise. I’m gonna stop being such a cow. But it has to start with us never seeing each other again.”

  “WHAT?!” Samantha – the real Samantha – screamed in James’ old voice. “I don’t… I never…!

  You’re making all this up!”

  “Goodbye, James.” James kept his female voice level. “Don’t call me again, I’m gonna block your number. And don’t show up here or I’ll call the cops, OK?”

  He closed his eyes.

  “Oh, and tell Rory not to bother coming round either. This is my life now. My wish that came true. And I don’t want you screwing around with it.”

  “James!” The voice on the other end of the line was furious. “James, I know it’s you in my body! You can’t leave me trapped as a… as a stupid ugly freak!

  Now stop being such a bastard and-!”

  But it was too late.

  With a swipe of his thumb, James ended the call. Then he quickly blocked the number.

  “Let’s see,” he murmured to himself, “I’m gonna have to change the door code, probably ask mommy and daddy to buy me an expensive new phone…”

  A triumphant smile crept across his face. He sighed at Samantha’s reflection in the mirror.

  “This is everything I’ve ever wanted, you know? To be rich, to be hot…”

  He stepped over to the mirror, until he and mirror-Samantha were almost face to face.

  “And to be able to do whatever I want with you.”

  He giggled, reached up, grabbed his new breasts and gave them a big old squeeze. They felt nice in his hands, as big and as firm as he’d always imagined they would be.

  But the feeling of them being touched was just as erotic as touching them. Just as perfect.

  “Maybe I’ll get a man to do this to me,” James whispered, dreamily. “A big, strong black man with a massive dick who’ll show me how to be a real woman.”

  He suddenly let out a laugh of pure joy.

  “Why not? I’ve already got his number!”

  At that moment, realizing he would be Samantha forever, things suddenly became crystal clear for James.

  He really could get a boyfriend now! He was the hot one. He was the girl every guy wanted, the girl he’d always secretly wanted to be as much as he simply wanted her.

  No longer was he the weedy, useless guy being strung along by a manipulative girl.

  His wish meant he was the one in charge now.

  And he couldn’t wait to make the most of it.

  “I think I’m going to enjoy being Samantha,” the girl who used to be James sighed happily, winking at herself in the mirror. “And if my wish really did come true, then I never have to change back…”

  With a girlish squeal, Samantha jumped up and down on the spot, clapping her hands, marveling at the way the action made her big boobs bounce around.

  Then she went back to her couch – in the middle of the expensive apartment that now belonged to her – picked up a loose scrap of paper and wrote a message to the guy who’d given it to her.

  HEY! She wrote, UM, THIS IS SORT OF FORWARD, BUT I’M, LIKE, SUPER HORNY THIS EVENING.

  WANNA COME BACK ROUND FOR A DRINK? ;) X

  Not thirty minutes later, the new Samantha was on all fours in her bedroom, wailing with pleasure as the tall boy pounded into her, each thrust of his hips making her big boobies bounce around.

  As she grinned at herself in the mirror, luxuriating in the sight of her new body, of her new identity as a horny, rich straight girl, Samantha just had enough time to think how glad she was that she’d gotten rid of that boring, miserable boy called James.

  *

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  They’d been married for less than a year when Adam began pestering Katie to have kids.

  “C’mon…” he moaned, following Katie round the kitchen as she prepared their dinner, “I don’t wanna wait. I’m getting too old already!”

  They’d met just after Katie finished university, when she was only 22. By that point, Adam had already been a working grown-up for ten long years.

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  “I know. I know you did.” Katie sighed, trying to make sure she didn’t overcook either the sauce or the pasta while Adam kept going on. Why had she chosen to make a ragu tonight, of all things?

  “But I’m not ready, y’know?” She said as she took the pan off the heat. “I still want to see the world. Do some travelling. Remember I told you I wanted to live in Asia before we had kids? Where’s our pad in Bangkok, huh?”

  “That’s different,” Adam rolled his eyes. “We can live in Asia whenever…”

  “With kids? Do you have any idea how much English-language schools cost out there?”

  “Well, whatever. I’ve been abroad already. Trust me. It’s not worth it.”

  Katie had to bite down on her tongue. This always came up when the conversation turned to her travel plans.

  Three months. He spends three freakin’ months in Prague and he thinks he’s Rick Steves…

  “It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do, OK? Even if it’s just for a year. My publishing house has a vacancy coming up in their Thai office. Maybe we could do that? Then we can come back, talk about having kids…”

  “A year?!” Adam’s eyes went wide. “I’ll be 36… even if I knock you up the minute we step off the plane, I’ll be 37 before you give birth…”

  He folded his arms, fixed his wife with a unyielding stare.

  “Sorry. We can’t do that. I’d rather get divorced than wait that long.”

  He frowned at the stove.

  “The ragu’s burning.”

  Fuck!

  Katie span round, but it was too late.

  She’d been so absorbed in her argument that she’d turned the pan up, to full, instead of down. And now their dinner was all black and nasty.

  Behind her, Adam gently shook his head.

  “You gotta be careful, babe,” he said, sagely, “if you burn the dinner talking to me, what are you gonna be like when we have kids, huh?”

  It took all of Katie’s self-control not to pour the ruined ragu over her husband’s big, dumb head.

  *

  That night, Katie sat up on her iPad, flicking through a message board as Adam lay snoring beside her.

  She’d had an awful evening. After the mess with the ragu, she’d shouted something at Adam about this being the last time she wanted to hear about having fucking kids.

  At that, Adam had taken her in his arms, sternly but gently.

  “You don’t mean that,” he’d said, firmly. “You want kids as much as I do.
You just need… time to think is all.”

  Then he’d smiled and put a hand on her belly.

  “Imagine,” he’d whispered, “imagine how awesome it’d feel to have a little Adam or Katie growing in here…”

  And Katie had tried to tell him how she didn’t want to look like a beached whale. Didn’t want to deal with vomiting every morning. Didn’t want her hormones bouncing around like crazy, her boobs leaking, and her bladder messed up for nine whole months.

  What about my career?! She’d wanted to shout, publishing is fucking brutal. If I get pregnant now, I’m out for good!

  But Adam had just shh’d her, then gently led her upstairs and clumsily tried to seduce her.

  Now he lay drooling beside her while Katie tried to work off steam on the internet.

  MY HUSBAND’S SUCH AN ASSHOLE SOMETIMES, she typed into the anonymous message board, HE KEEPS TRYING TO FORCE ME TO HAVE KIDS.

  FORCE?!! Came the first reply. OMG CALL THE POLICE! THAT’S ILLEGAL.

  Katie sighed.

  NOT LIKE THAT, she answered, I’M NOT IN CHAINS OR ANYTHING. WELL, METAPHORICAL ONES.

  I JUST WISH HE KNEW WHAT IT WAS LIKE.

  She sat there in silence for a moment, casually glancing over the boards stats. There were 56 people viewing. Surely one of them would offer some sympathy?

  10 minutes later, no-one had replied. With a sigh, Katie went to switch her tablet off…

  …when a private message landed with a plonk.

  Katie frowned at the username. MissWitch99? Who could that be?

  For a second, she hesitated. It was late, and Miss Witch was probably just some bored and lonely divorcee looking to rant about her ex. He should probably just turn her tablet off and go to bed…

  Instead, she clicked open.

  HEY THERE, the message began, WE’VE NEVER MET, BUT I’VE HEARD STORIES LIKE YOURS HUNDREDS OF TIMES. I THINK YOU’LL FIND I’VE GOT THE PERFECT SOLUTION…

  As Katie read the rest of the message, the blue light of the screen reflected in her glasses, she began to smile.

  Suddenly, it looked like she was going to Thailand after all.

  *

  The next morning, Adam woke up with an unhappy groan. He buried his head under the covers and tried not to heave, his stomach doing backflips.