Dressed for Pleasure

by D. L. Savage

  “So this wasn’t some trick of yours?” He said, before pushing himself to his feet and then pushing past me, striding confidently into the apartment.

  I closed the door then turned to follow him, down a corridor and into a spacious living room area, with huge floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city skyline, the plush room as expensively furnished as the rest of the apartment.

  “I honestly don’t even know how this happened,” I persisted, watching as the old me narrowed his eyes.

  And as I glanced over his shoulder for a half second and finally caught sight of my reflection in one of those huge windows, I felt my stomach lurch, as I realized exactly who I was now. Of course. I’d transformed into that bitch from the coffee shop yesterday! I stared in a mixture of horror and fascination at my own reflection, unable to quite believe that I was now inside her body – that it was her juicy pussy I’d just been playing with a few moments ago – and it slowly began to sink in that the candy from the old woman must have been the catalyst behind our crazy body swap after all.

  But how the hell was I supposed to explain that?!

  “Who even are you?” the old me snapped, brows furrowed and hands on hips, standing in a posture so unlike the way I normally stood.

  “I ... uh ... served you coffee yesterday,” I offered quietly. “You asked to see the manager?”

  I watched as the memory slowly dawned on her. “You?” she blurted out in horror. “You’re in my body and I’m in yours? Ugh! Disgusting!”

  But before she could say anything else, a ringing sound from the bedroom silenced her. It was that iPhone again – and this time it sounded like it was receiving a call. I watched as she dashed into the bedroom, then came out a second later, holding it, a look of frustration etched on her features.

  “You need to answer this call,” she said, thrusting the ringing phone towards me. “Just say you’re sick and you can’t come in. Now.”

  I took the phone and hit answer, lifting it cautiously to my ear.

  “Hello?” I said in what I hoped sounded like a croaky, sick voice.

  “Jenna, where are you?” an angry male voice shot back. “The meeting’s in half an hour. You’re supposed to be here already.”

  “I know,” I groaned, “but I ... I’ve come down with something. Some kind of virus. I’m so sorry, but I’m sick in bed and I don’t know when I’ll make it in ...”

  I hoped to god I sounded convincing.

  Luckily the voice sighed, “Alright, well, I guess we’ll have to just make do as best we can. But you could have called the office to let us know.”

  “I know, I’m sorry,” I offered lamely.

  I heard a click, and then the line went dead.

  “Did he buy it?” the old me said impatiently, still looking at me with an angry expression.

  “I think so?” I said, passing back the phone.

  “So what the fuck do we do?” she said.

  I knew it was time; time to try to explain what I suspected had happened. The crazy story of the old lady and the candy. Sure, it sounded fucked up and totally unbelievable, but then so was the fact that we’d switched bodies in the first place. I nodded towards the plush leather couch and said, “I think I may have an idea as to why this happened. Why don’t we take a seat and I’ll tell you everything I know ...”

  4

  “So it was your fault!” she exclaimed, the moment I’d finished my story. “You should never have eaten that candy. You heard what the old woman said!”

  “Ah, come on, give me a break,” I shot back, throwing up my hands. “I was hungry. And I thought she was crazy. Trust me, if I’d had any idea something like this was going to happen, I would never have rated it ...”

  But as I said the words, a part of me had to admit that I was kind of enjoying this – and maybe I would have still eaten that candy. After all, when the hell would I get another chance to trade in my own boring body for this amazing model? Out of the two of us, she’d definitely pulled the short straw; and despite my worries that I might be stuck this way forever, another part of me was desperate to have a little more fun while I still had the chance.

  That orgasm I’d had was crazy intense, and there was still so much more I wanted to do, to experience, now that I was a hot chick. Man, I’d not even seen myself naked yet – and I guessed I’d look pretty fucking sexy.

  But the bitch who had my body didn’t seem to be going anywhere in a hurry, and I found myself wishing she’d leave me alone so I could explore a little more.

  “So what should we do?” I sighed. “Just wait it out and hope things reverse themselves?”

  “No fucking way,” she snapped back. “Like I’m going to spend a second longer than I have to in this disgusting body! Seriously, you’re in such bad shape. Do you ever exercise?”

  “Uh, not really,” I admitted.

  “And your apartment is disgusting. When was the last time you cleaned it?”

  “I don’t know,” I muttered, not wanting to admit that actually, I don’t think I had really cleaned it since I moved in last year.

  “Here’s what we’re going to do,” she said, taking control. “We’re going to go back to that coffee shop and wait around to see if the old lady comes in. She must know how to reverse the spell.”

  “Alright,” I sighed, my frustration growing as it seemed like I’d have no damn chance to be alone in my new body. “I guess that makes sense,” I added. “I was supposed to be working today anyway. Which means that you’ll have to do it.”

  “What time is your shift?” she asked, glancing at the screen of her phone.

  “Well, actually it’s supposed to start in half an hour,” I replied.

  “Oh fuck, we’d better go ...” she said.

  As I stood up to leave, we both seemed to realize at the same time that I was still dressed in pajamas.

  “God damn it,” she muttered to herself. “There’s no way I’m going to be seen out of the house dressed like some crazy woman. Okay, follow me ...”

  And just like that, she led me to her bedroom to get dressed ...

  * * *

  “Wait!” she cried as I began to unbutton my pajama top.

  “What?” I asked, puzzled.

  “Close your eyes first,” she snapped sternly. “I don’t want you seeing my naked body.”

  “You can’t be serious,” I laughed, but I could tell by her face – well, my face – that she was.

  “I said, close your eyes,” she repeated through gritted teeth, so with a sigh I did as she asked, closing my eyes and then unbuttoning my top, before pushing off the pajama pants too, leaving me fully naked.

  “I’m just going to grab you some underwear from the drawer,” she said behind me, “but no peeking, okay?”

  “I promise,” I mumbled.

  But the moment I heard her moving behind me, I eased my eyelids open just enough to take a quick glimpse at my brand new body in all its glory, reflected back at me in the large mirror on the wall opposite.

  And when I finally set eyes on myself, I felt my adrenaline spike and my heart quicken as I saw just how fucking hot I was: toned and tanned, with a slim stomach and thick muscular thighs. My pussy was totally shaved and I could see that my pussy lips were on the plump side, while my tits were just incredible, smallish but pert, with perfect dark pink nipples that I could feel hardening by the second, while between my legs, my clit had begun to softly throb, too, and my pussy lips had grown damp and slick, as I got more and more turned on by the sight of my own naked body.

  But I could hear her returning, so I quickly shut my eyes tight again.

  “Put your arms out in front of you,” she instructed sternly, and I did as she said, feeling her slide what I guessed was a bra over them. Sure enough, a moment later I felt her fastening the strap at the back. It was tighter than I’d expected, but I could totally understand why women wore them; it definitely kept my boobs in place better, and I suspected they wouldn’t be jigglin
g around quite so much when I walked.

  Then I heard her bending down next to me – I knew this, because I heard my knees crack, the way they always did when I went down onto my haunches.

  “Lift up your left foot,” she commanded.

  I did as I was told, feeling her slip something soft over my foot.

  “Now the left.”

  Again I lifted my foot, and a moment later I felt her tugging a pair of panties up around my waist. And damn. They were so ... tight. They felt totally unlike the usual baggy boxers I normally wore, and I wondered for a moment if she’d put them on me wrong, reaching around to pick what felt like a wedgie from between my buttcheeks. But a second later, she slapped my hand away.

  “Leave that,” she hissed. “They’re supposed to be like that. Now let’s find you an outfit ...”

  I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to peek yet, but I figured what the hell, opening my eyes, my horny feelings spiking again as I saw that now I was dressed in super sexy matching pink underwear. And as I turned to the side to check out my ass in the mirror, the strange snug feeling of the panties finally made sense. I was wearing a thong!

  I could feel my clit throbbing so damn hard by now that I had to try and tune it out, otherwise I’d end up soaking the panties straight through. But the sight of me dressed like that in the mirror was so fucking hot, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. My nipples had grown as hard as bullets and I longed to tweak and toy with them, not to mention pushing my hand into my panties and having some more fun with my brand new pussy ...

  But Jenna seemed to have other ideas, returning from her closet with a white blouse and a black skirt, just in time to catch me sneaking another hungry glimpse of my butt over my shoulder.

  “Stop that,” she hissed.

  “You have a nice ass,” I grinned, figuring there was little she could do now. “And these panties really make it look great.”

  “Ugh,” she muttered, shaking her head in disgust at my sleazy behavior. “Thongs are simply to stop you from getting panty lines. Pull your mind out of the gutter. And anyway,” she added, nodding down to her own crotch, “they’re certainly more comfortable than the stupid shorts you wear. I don’t know how you can concentrate with your junk swinging around all loose like that!”

  She actually smiled for a half second, and I couldn’t help but smile back, as the ridiculousness of our situation seemed to truly dawn on us both for the first time. I’d never really considered how fucked up it must be for her to suddenly have a dick. And I felt privately relieved that my cock was on the larger size. In fact, it was the only part of my body I wasn’t ashamed of.

  “I guess I’ve never really thought about it like that,” I grinned, glad that her icy exterior was melting just a little. “But trust me, I’m finding your body pretty distracting myself.”

  “Well, anyway,” she said, her face flushing a little as she obviously didn’t know what to do with the compliment, “here, put these on.”

  As she thrust the blouse and skirt into my hands, I noticed that there seemed to be something of a bulge in the front of her jeans, almost like she was getting a little turned on, too ...

  5

  As we made our way to the coffee shop – which was only a few blocks away from Jenna’s swanky downtown apartment – she kept hissing little instructions at me beneath her breath.

  “Keep your back straight! Take smaller steps! Shoulders back!”

  It was so fucking annoying, and a part of me felt like just lolloping about like a dude or letting rip a huge fart, just to really piss her off. But at the same time, another part of me was kind of enjoying this little outing in my new body. There was something so soft and sensual about women’s clothes; nothing at all like the things I normally wore. Because instead of trying to hide it, everything I now wore was designed to accentuate my sexy, curvy figure.

  I could feel the bra cupping my breasts tightly, making them even more pert and prominent, while beneath my tight skirt, that skimpy thong was sliding between my butt cheeks, too, teasing my asshole a little as I walked.

  The only thing I wasn’t enjoying was the makeup. My face felt so strange, what with all the layers of creams and powders she’s slapped onto it, and what was worst was that I was forbidden from touching it, even if I got an itch.

  I guess I’d never really given much thought to all the things women went through, just to look pretty, and I shook my head in amazement ...

  Just then, two hipster guys came strutting past us, one blonde, one dark haired, both of them well built and handsome in a rugged kind of a way. And to my total shock, both of them just started flat out stared at me, making no show of hiding it whatsoever.

  I could tell they were checking out my body, and before we’d got more than a few feet away from them, I heard one say to the other, “Damn, that chick was fine ...”

  “Now that’s something I won’t miss,” Jenna sighed. “Let me tell you, it can get pretty fucking tiring having guys hitting on you all day.”

  “I can imagine,” I replied quietly.

  And while I could, at the same time a part of me had weirdly enjoyed the attention, too. Back when I was Matt, I’d been so invisible, never getting a second look from anybody - male or female. But now that I was in Jenna’s sexy body, I was turning heads all over the place, and it made me feel ... sexy.

  Before I even knew what was happening, my brain had started imagining this crazy ass fantasy, where those two buff alpha dudes had grabbed hold of me – pulling me into a deserted alleyway, surrounding me on either side, both of them running their big strong hands all over my body as they got more and more turned on, until one of them tore open my blouse and scooped my tits out of my bra to suck on my nipples, while the one behind me inched up my skirt until he’d uncovered my bare buttocks, framed by my skimpy thong.

  It was crazy; never in my life had I thought about guys before – I’d always considered myself totally and utterly straight. But now that I was in Jenna’s body, it seemed like my mind had been transformed, too.

  As we continued to walk, I could feel myself getting more and more turned on as I dwelled on that naughty, secret fantasy, my nipples growing hard as rock while my clit throbbed and ached, and my pussy grew so slick and damp I could actually feel my panties getting soaked.

  I imagined the guy from behind roughly tugging my thong around my thighs, before pulling out his huge hard cock and easing it into my soaking wet pussy, while the guy in front of me pulled out his dick too, forcing me to suck on it, pushing his hot throbbing meat deep into my mouth, as they began to take me from both ends at once, rough and hard, using my sexy body for their own manly pleasures.

  Because I realized that there was this deep yearning inside me now, similar to back when I was a horny dude, only now, instead of wanting to stick my dick into something, I wanted my pussy to be filled filled. It was like there was this aching empty chasm inside me and only a hot, hard cock could fill it up.

  I even found myself imagining ways I might sneak away from Jenna so that I could try and hook up with some random guy in order to scratch the itch that was gnawing at me. After all, how hard would it be to get sex, now that I was a smoking hot sexy chick? If I just picked a guy and shot him a smile, he’d do the rest, right?

  At the same time, I knew that the idea was crazy and irresponsible, too. Sure, I was in a new body, but that body belonged to someone else, and I couldn’t just use it for my own pleasure without any consequences.

  Just then, we turned the corner and there was the coffee shop. We both stopped on the sidewalk outside, and Jenna turned to face me, grabbing hold of my shoulders.

  “Here’s the plan,” she said. “I’ll go to work as you, and you just buy a coffee and sit in the shop, somewhere I can see you. And most importantly, you need to keep an eye out for that old woman.”

  “Sure,” I said, trying to push out the horny thoughts that were still swarming around my head and concentrate on what she was saying. “Oh,
I should probably give you a rundown about the job, too ...” I added.

  “Oh come on,” she cut in dismissively. “Really, how hard can it be?”

  * * *

  As we entered the store, I could see that Frank was working the counter; something he hardly ever did. It was almost an hour after opening and I was super late. I opened my mouth to apologize before remembering that I wasn’t actually me, and sure enough his eyes turned to Jenna and he threw his hands up in exasperation.

  “God damn it,” he said. “Where were you?”

  “Uh, I’m sorry, I just ...” she said quietly, all her bitchy attitude evaporating in the face of Frank’s wrath.

  “And where’s your damn shirt?” he continued, gesturing to her. “Don’t tell me you forgot it again.”

  “I did,” she admitted. “I had kind of a bad night’s sleep and ...”

  “Go and grab one from the back then get out here,” he grumbled.

  As she turned back to me, I had to try my hardest to wrestle the smirk from my face; it was certainly enjoyable to see her taken down a peg or two. But a moment later I felt kind of sorry for her, too. It must be no fun being thrown in at the deep end like that.

  “Spare uniforms are in the store cupboard on the left out back,” I whispered.

  “Thanks,” she muttered, before racing off to get changed.

  As I approached the counter, Frank’s grumpy attitude miraculously changed. “How may I help you, madam,” he beamed, speaking in a soft, polite voice, a strange smile now etched onto his grizzled face.

  It was so fucking weird for my manager to be looking at me the way he currently was. And I even caught him not-so-subtly glancing at my tits, too. What’s more, even though he was like late forties and not even slightly handsome, I was still so damn horny, I even caught myself wondering in a moment of insanity if I could somehow fuck him – maybe whisper to him to come meet me in the customer washroom. Instead, I simply said, “An Americano, please.”