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I Got Double D's by Ed Gay This is a story of trading places. A husband and wife actually trade identities. Through the power of the occult a body transfer occurs. She becomes he, male with all of the masculine equipment therein. And he occupies her female form, complete with all of it's curvy protrudences. This is turnabout at it's best, or worst, depending on how you look at it. For the husband, it is a nightmare. A strong, aggressive, male is suddenly thrust into a weak, vulnerable, female life. The wife however, enjoys the power and strength of her new position as the male husband... My name was Howard Barker and my wife was Jane. We both worked for Wade Sigler & Con. I was a cost accountant and Jane worked as a receptionist in the main office. Married three years we didn't have any children. I was 22 and Jane was 20 years old. We had married right out of high school. Jane was very good looking. At just over five feet tall and around 105 pounds she was a knock-out. A shapely, seductive blonde with a well muscled compact little figure. Jane was athletic, she jogged, took dance lessons, and worked out regularly at the spa. She was in very good physical condition. I was in rather good shape also. Six feet two inches tall and 190 pounds, I was an equally good physical specimen. I played tennis and racquet ball twice a week. Always careful of my diet I could boast a lean, vigorous body. I guess the problem was me from the very beginning of our marriage. I liked to have Jane dress in seductive, bizarre, clothes that showed off her figure. Jane's figure was perfection in every respect except for her disappointingly small breasts. Because of her small breasts I made her wear padding in her bras. I wanted her to be sexy, to have other men look at her and want her, this did something for my ego. i insisted that she wear high heels, short skirts, tight pants and all the kinds of attire that men find alluring. We had arguments about her clothes and how she dressed. She didn't like being looked at constantly, but to please me she wore tight, seductive outfits that showed off her rounded hips, pert little ass, and tiny waist. It was because of my wanting a sexy wife that I pressed her to have something done about her small bosom. She put off suggestions or attempts on my part to change her bust size. She would say, "Howard, if you were such a big boob-man why did you marry me? I'm not any smaller now than I was when we were going together." She had me there, I didn't know why I was so eager for her to have bigger tits, but I was, and I finally drug her down to consult a plastic surgeon for breast augmentation surgery. At first, jane refused. She didn't want big tits. "I'm big enough to suit me. Who wants all that flesh hanging on the front of them? Not me!" she said. But because I insisted and because she loved me she agreed to have the surgery provided that the implants were no bigger than the B cup size her padded bras were now and that the doctor could guarantee that it would not be dangerous to her health in any way. The doctor assured her that she had good muscle tone and strong pectorals that would support any size implant without fear of sag or shifting. He said they would be natural, not stiff, and they would be sensitive just like her own. The doctor explain ed that dacron sacks would be implanted and then filled with natural body material. "They will have the weight and consistency of your own breast." he said convincingly. Jane was dead set against it, but with my convincing she agreed. Even after I got her home and she seemed satisfied that the operation would not be harmful she still insisted on small implants. The doctor had said that with her physical condition she could have any size she desired, but she still remained adament. "I won't be showing up at work with a big bust. If I have a small implant and take the padding out of my bras then no one will ever know that I've been pumped up." she said in a plaintive voice. I tried to persuade her to have them enlarged to at least a C cup, but she refused. Two weeks later I took her to the hospital and I checked in...I mean, she checked in...it is a little hard to sort out, as you shall soon see! Jane was morose and moody on the way to the hospital. After she undressed and got into bed she insisted that I leave. "You go home Howard," she said, "I'm tired and want to nap a little, but be sure to be her in the morning before I go into surgery." "Ok dear," I said, and then again tried to persuade her to go for the larger breast size, and to my suprise she said, "I'll be fine for now, just don't be late tomorrow morning, perhaps you'll get your wish for big tits after all. Now go home." She seemed strange, as if in some sort of trance, her mind occupied with other thoughts. 'Are you going to be all right?" I asked. She nodded and said, "I'll be fine, just make sure you are here in the morning." I assured her that I would come back bright and early, and the left. I remember that I didn't sleep well that night, perhaps a guilty conscience, or perhaps excitement at the anticipation of my wife becoming a sexy, busty, blonde! The next morning I returned as she was being wheeled on a gurney from her room down the hall towards surgery. She was hollering, her words slightly slurred, as if somewhat drunk. "I want to see my husband. Don't take me yet, I have to see Howard!" Just then, I walked up. I kissed her and wished her luck. Of course, she did not need this surgery. It was I that wanted it and she was undergoing the procedure out of love for me. I suddenly felt very guilty and ashamed. I told her that I loved her and had misgivings about forcing her to become my centerfold fantasy. Jane replied in a very serious voice, suddenly sober, "I love you so much that I'll permit this to be done to me despite my own desires. And that's what I have been doing since we got married. I have been on display for you ever since we started going together." Just then the doctor walked up. "Well Mrs. Baker, are we ready for this little procedure? We'll have you in and out of there in no time!" he said with a smile. Then, Jane dropped a bomb that floored me. She said, "Doctor, I've changed my mind, give me huge tits. Make them as large as you can. Double D...Give me double D cup jugs." She giggled almost mischievously. My mouth dropped and I must have stammered. This was my dream come true, Jane really wanted to be my dream-girl! The doctor was equally suprised and said, "really Mrs. Barker, are you sure? I can give you large breasts, but you're going to have a difficult time explaining the sudden increase in bust size to your friends an co-worke rs. DD cup breasts on your petite frame will be somewhat disproprtionate to the rest of your measurements. You'll really stick out in front, none of your clothes will fit, and you may be embarrassed by your new, buxom figure." "I won't be embarrassed," she replied, "my husband wants me to have big breasts, and I want him to have what he wants!" I grabbed her hand and asked her if she was sure...I suddenly staggered. The hall floor seemed to be moving, and I was feeling a little light headed. Jane smiled at me and continued, "Yes doctor, he wants big tits, I don't see why we shouldn't give them to him." I held the edge of the gurney for support, and Jane squeezed my hand tightly with her small, feminine hand. Jane laughed a little chuckle and squeezed my hand with even more pressure. The last thing I remember was looking and her brightly polished, long nails as she continued to squeeze tightly. I must have blacked out. After that I remember brief flashes of seeing myself looking down at me, as though through a cloud, like a dream. I saw myself standing beside my bed, but I was lying in the bed looking up at me! How could this be? I looked around, I was in a hospital room. I must have passed out and they admitted me too. I brushed back out of my eyes a lock of unaccountably long, pale golden hair, and in doing so caught a glimpse of my own hand and forearm. Hitero, my arms, from elbow to wrist had been very masculine and covered with rather coarse, shaggy, dark, hairs. Now however, my arm was smooth, pink, softly rounded, and almost hairless save for just a trace of golden down. What was going on here? How could this be? I continued my inspection of this strange arm down it's bizarre length to the hand attached to the end, I couldn't say "my hand", because this most certainly wasn't. What had been a somewhat muscular hand had became soft, small, graceful, and had acquired beautifully groomed, wholly feminine nails smoot hly enameled a bright vermilion. Fascinated and incredulous, I looked down at the rest of my body--and all but blacked out again. Rising up from the sheet that covered me were twin mounds that protruded from my chest. Then, I spoke. "What in the fuck is go ing on here!" I was trying to sound forceful, but the voice was light and soft, it was the familiar voice of my wife! I spoke again, and again the voice of Jane spoke my words. "What am I doing here? My God, is this a nightmare?" Then the body which still stood by the bed spoke with my voice, "Howard, you wanted me to have big tits, you insisted that you wife have large breasts, now you've got them! You wanted a Playboy centerfold for a wife, a girl that would wear seductive clothes, ultra high-heeled shoes, suggestive underwear...damn how I hated being leered at, and the remarks people made...well, now Howard, you will know what it's like! You can be your own dream girl, I know that I couldn't! We have changed places Howard. You are now Jane, and I am you!" she paused for a minute, and my brain attempted to cope with this barrage of information that I had just received. I was reeling as she continued, "I've studied the occult for over a year now, and have, with training, learned how to accomplish a soul transfer. Your soul and mine have traded bodies. And, it is permanent. We are still husband and wife, but the roles are reversed. You can be the wife, the temptress in the tight clothes, and now with the huge tits. You can be the big breasted, blonde, bimbo you tried to make me, and I will be the proud husband with my trophy on his arm! You can be embarrassed feeling that everyone is watching you, It's your turn to be constantly self conscious. I know that it all seems like a dream now, but believe me, it's not. Of that you can be sure..." The face on my body smiled a wry grin, and then said, "go back to sleep my little sex-object, I'll see you tomorrow." It was weird, crazy, incomprehensible. My body had been stolen, and I was trapped as my wife. But now, my wife, or me, had double D cup tits. I waved and turned, and walked towards the door, or at least my body did. Jane walked out of my room. I lapsed into unconsciousness only to awaken to find that Jane has spoken the truth. It was not a dream, it was a horrible nightmare! I explored with my hands, and felt the large fleshy appendages on my chest. They had feeling and were sore along the base where what felt like surgical tape had been placed. It felt like I had been punched in each side of my chest. My hands wandered further down to discover a void between my legs. My cock and balls were gone...missing...stolen! My heart was flopping around like a locomotive ready to jump the track. Where was my penis? I threw back the covers. My abdomen ran in a soft swell to a pair of long, tapered legs that ended in thin ankles. The polish on my toes winked back at me as they caught the reflected light of late evening. I moaned, and actually cried out in agony. "how could this happen?" Then, my fingers with the long, bright nails found my pubis and explored what felt like a woman's sex. I touched the lips and slipped my finger inside a woman's pussy. Jane's pussy...my pussy. I was Jane! I had a woman's sex, my wife's cunt. I touched myself all over. I felt terrain that I was intimately familiar with, just not from the inside! I had a small waist, rounded hips, long hair, huge tits, and my body was smooth all over. The voice from my body had been right. I was a girl, Jane had stole my body, Oh God, I was my own wife! I thought surely this must be a dream. If I go back to sleep and wake up everything will be back to normal. Some one is punishing me by making me have this horrible nightmare. I moaned and trashed around. The nurse gave me a shot and the nightmare went away. When I awoke it was morning. A quick check under the sheet revealed that it had not been a dream, I was still a woman. The nurse came in and raised the blinds. The sun came streaming ina and she said, "It's a beautiful morning Mrs. Barker, time to get you up. How about a little trip to the rest room?" I looked, the tubes were gone from my body and the covers were rolled down. I looked down. I was no longer naked...I was sure that I had been naked the night before. "Something is wrong here...I'm not Mrs. Barker...I'm Mr. Barker! Nurse, you've got to get the doctor! Tell him that something has happened to me! My wife stole my body!!" I tried to sound firm, but Jane's soft voice sounded weak and frightened. "Now Now my dear, everything is just fine. Your just reacting to the anesthetic. It sometimes makes people a little disoriented after surgery. You probably had a terrible dream that you were your husband. You'll be just fine." She replied in a soothing voice. The nurse came over and pulled back the covers and I looked down at this body that was in my bed. I could see smooth shaven legs and small feet peeping out from a lacy night dress that was punctuated by two large mountains that stood out from my chest. "Get away from me," I said, again in Jane's feminine pitch. "Come on dear, doctor's orders." The nurse insisted. Since I did feel the urge to urinate, I let the nurse help me set up. The night dress fell open in front, and I saw that I had two large globes of smooth flesh hanging from my chest. They quivered as I sat up. The strangeness of this new feeling was indescribable. I had two very sensitive points focused what felt like a foot in front of my body. Is I absorbed the new sensations I took a deep breath and whatched the wondrous mounds swell. The weight of my new appendages pulled me forward and I was forced to straighten my shoulders. There was a slight twinge of pain from my chest below the breast area. The nurse then guided me, I slid off the bed and put my small feet on the cold tile floor. I stood a minute, the room tilted and then righted itself. Again I was forced to straighten my shoulders to affect some sort of balance. I watched my sexy cleavage heaving as I took a series of breathes. Amazing! I was a man 24 hours ago! The next thing that struck me was how short I was. As Howard I was six feet two inches tall, and now it seemed as if I was now half that. The bed seemed gigantic, and I wondered how I was ever going to crawl back up into it. Jane's pretty blue eyes seemed to be taking in all the room's coloring much more brightly than my plain brown ones. I has always loved staring deep into her lovely blue pools. I never would have considered that someday I would be looking out of them. Jane's nose seemed to take in smell the same as I did, but now I was continually surrounded by the sweet aroma of female hair. It was a smell that would always be around me now. My mind seemed foggy, I must have looked dazed, because I heard the nurse ask me from what seemed like far away, "Are you Ok Jane? Do you need help?" "I'll be alright." I said. Everytime I spoke it was a shock to hear my voice. In the restroom I stood in front of the mirror. My eyes opened wide. I girl was in the mirror. Unmistakably, it was Jane. I pulled at the hem of the nightgown. The girl in the mirror shed the frothy garment. I studied the strange creature that looked back at me from the looking glass. Her long, tapered legs rose in a glowing faint pink into a pair of firm thighs that swelled over a hardly noticeable crevice between her thighs and disappeared between them. Her legs did not touch completely. There was a slight space between them where her body had been slit open. I studied that opening with sadness, remembering the pleasure that it had given me as Howard. Above her firm stomach there was a flat space that rose and swelled into two impossibly huge breasts, high, firm, and pink, with large, dark, nipples in the center. Nipples neat as buttons of flesh. I reached up and lifted my breasts from the bottom and caressed my fingers over the new nipples. I was rewarded with an almost electric tingle that shot to my groin. A small two inch strip of surgical tape covered the crease under each hillock. I bounced on the balls of my feet and the large mounds quivered. I shook my head, feeling the unaccustomed hair flap against my shoulders and cheeks. It felt soft and warm, and smelled very feminine. I raised my hand up to touch it. What a strange feeling it was, at my age, exploring your body for the very first time. I had to grab the edge of the wash basin to keep from collapsing. Jane's lovely face stared back at me from the glass. I must have touched my face, because the image in the glass reached up to feel her face. My skin was soft and smooth. No trace of stubble. I guess I moaned because the nurse called out, "Are you all right in there?" I answered, "Yes, just a minute." I quickly pulled the night gown back over my head. Again I got a tingle as the soft, silky material slid down over my large nipples. I looked down again at my sexy, deep, cleavage. I sure never expect to see it from my current angle.I wanted Jane to get huge tits, well, I now had to live with my fantasy. I was scared to admit how good the new sensations had felt. The new Jane looked good in the mirror. I would have loved to show her off on my arm. Now I was going to be living my fantasy from the other side. Could I do it? I stood in front of the john , lifted the lid, raised the short skirt and reached for my penis. My hand found nothing but air...My mind was still foggy...I was confused...suddenly I felt the extreme need to urinate...somethings had not changed, my kidneys felt as they always had when I need to take a leak...in a daze I let go and felt the warm liquid running down my leg. Just then the nurse came in, "Oh Mrs Barker! You should have called! Sit down!" She guided my onto the toilet, and I finished peeing. "Ok" I said, "help me up please." The nurse looked at me as if waiting for something. "I said please!" I added. "But, you need to wipe Mrs. Barker." Shit, something else new. I reached over and grabbed a piece of tissue, again marveling a the well groomed, polished nails on my tiny hand. I inserted it into Jane's pussy and overloaded my senses.I just could not deal with the feeling of something inside my groin. The next thing I remember I awoke in my bed, and the nurse was bring in my breakfast. I was suprised to find that I was actually hungry. "Hello again Mrs. Barker, how are we?" The nurse asked in a concerned tone. "You are Mrs. Barker aren't you?" Uh-Oh...she must have thought I was nuts. "Oh, yes, I'm fine now. What a strange dream! I was actually Howard. Thank you for your help." Relieved, the nurse put down my tray and left. I picked at my food and watched fascinated by my small hands that held the fork. As I brought the food to my mouth I glimpsed my large tits, and that held my attention for a few seconds. I got over the shock and continued the upward swing to my mouth. My lips felt much fuller than they had been, but my mouth was definately smaller, forcing me to take smaller bites than I was used to. My first attempts resulted in egg spilling out and falling down in my cleavage. I reached down to get it, but the long nails impeded my attempts. Finally, I took the napkin and wiped the food out from between my new udders. Everything about me was small except for the balcony that I supported in front which made it difficult to get next to the food tray. This new life was going to be difficult to adapt too. I had to get Jane to switch us back as soon as she came in! The nurse came back and took the tray, informing me that my husband would be in shortly to see me, and handed me a make-up case, obviously to prepare for this visit. I opened the case and the mirror inside the cover reflected the same familiar face that I had saw in the bathroom. It was drawn, pale, and wide eyed with disbelief. I moved my mouth, blinked my long lashes, and the face mimicked me. I combed Jane's blonde hair as best I could and was fumbling around for something, perhaps lipstick or the like...suddenly I began to think, why am I doing this...all at once I was consumed with rage...that bitch had better give me my body back! I couldn't live in her body! Then the frustration of my predicament hit me, and I began to cry...just like a girl...the sounds of my girlish sobbing saddened me more, and I began to bawl. The nurse comforted me and helped me dry my eyes. I had just gotten settled back down when the doctor came in. "The operation went super. You're pectorals were excellent, the best ever, and we were able to fulfill your wish and give you two splendid breasts. You'll find that you are now somewhere around 40 inches, Double D cup. Rather large for your petite build and weight, but firm and well supported. You won't have to worry about sag or shift as your muscle tone was so terrific. The slight discoloration will disappear in a few days, and the small scar will be in the fold of your breast where it will not show." He said with a hint of pride in his voice. "We'll leave the surgical tape on for now. I'd like to keep you here overnight. The nurse told me about you little reaction to the anesthetic. Just a precaution." That ended his conversation, and he rushed out. I had noticed that the tone he had used with me was much mure demeaning than yesterday when I was Howard. The doctor had no sooner left than the door opened and I entered. or what had been me...entered. The body (I still could think of that masculine form as Jane) came over to the bed and kissed me in a familiar manner. 'How is my sexy new wife?" It said in a strange voice with a secret smile. I was sure that it was my voice, but I had never heard my voice as another person hears it, so it sounded odd. I was already on the verge of hysterics. I screamed, "What the hell have you done to me? To us? Are you crazy?" "I've merely put things right Howard. Since the day we were married you've wanted me to be on display everywhere we went. You wanted everyone to look at me. I've been to psychiatrists and they all agree that you didn't want them to look at me, but at you. So you used me to get attention." Jane said in a plaintive voice. I thought, I sound like a girl. My voice sounds sort of female. Not that it was higher, but the inflection was definately feminine. "You wanted attention. You felt they would not look at you because you were ordinary. You did not know how to be extraordinary, so you made me the exhibitionist. I couldn't spend the rest of my life with all that attention. I wanted to hide, but you forced me. I love you, but I couldn't go on as things were." She caught her breath. I shook my head. I started to interrupt her, but she went on. "Since you like the attention I thought, why not let you be the point of attention. Now you will be looked at with desire and lust as well as envy. I can vouch for that, because I feel my new feelings being aroused by looking at your lovely face and new body. And I like the feeling. I like being you Howard! I like this strong body. I feel powerful now, not weak and submissive." "You're crazy!" I spat at her. "You've ruined our lives." As I spoke I pulled up my blanket, covering my curvy form. "I don't think so Howard," she said walking over to the window and looking at me as she continued, "and there's no use hiding behind that blanket. You are going to be on display for the whole world's attention. I think that you are going to like being me when you get used to it. There are alot of advantages to being a sexy girl. I should know! I think psychologically you're going to enjoy being the showhorse. I know that I'm going to like being plain old you better than being a sexy blonde bimbo!" "Well, I hate it!" I said passionately, "switch us back this minute!" "You'll get used to it Howard," she said, "you have no choice. It's permanent. No one can change us back. We are stuck this way 'until death do us part', so you might as well deal with it." "My god, you are insane. You actually like being a man? You are a woman! How can you like being me?" "I enjoy being tall, strong and agile. Just think of all the sports that I can participate in now that I have this strong, male body instead of that weak dainty one. I hated being weak...being taken advantage of...being pushed around and talked down to because I was an attractive blonde. And Howard, I have always found women attractive. Now, I can sleep with a woman all I want and it will be 'normal!' Yes, I like being you, and you're going to have to get used to being me." "I'm not going to stay this way, " I shouted, "so I won't have to get used to being like this! "We'll see. But for now, the doc says you can go home tomorrow, so I'd better get you some clothes to wear. I'll buy you some new bras for those huge jugs!" She laughed...she actually laughed! "Damn, those sure are some big tits you've got there girl." She said picking up her jacket and putting it on. "I'm no god damn girl!" I yelled in reply. "My, such shocking language from such a sweet looking girl. Looks can be deceiving, but if you check that mirror, I'm sure you'll find that you are unmistakably female. Not many men have 40DD tits! Remember Howard, being a sexy woman is better than being no one at all. I had that option....see ya!" and with those words, she left, hands in her pockets and whistling. I started to giggle. Jane had never been able to whistle. I puckered my full lips and tried...nothing...I cried myself to sleep again. In the afternoon, the nurse brought me a light lunch. I was hungry, but found that a small amount of food satisfied me. I no longer had my male appetite. Jane was a small eater. I napped part of the afternoon. I awoke suddenly...I had been dreaming. Even in my dream I was Jane. I was a topless dancer in a strip joint. My large tits were floppy wildly as I danced. I was wet with persperation when I awoke. I read a "Cosmo" magazine that I found sitting on the bedside table. Then pictures of the scantilly clad women made me begin to feel sexually aroused. My nipples started to tingle. I put the magazine down. My stomach felt warm, as well as my strange new arrangement between my creamy thighs. I tried to relax and think calming thoughts. I couldn't allow this strange, female body to rule my desires! I looked for a robe. Finding none, I jerked the blanket off the bed, wrapped it around me and sat in the big chair that was in the room. I looked out the window and reflected on what I had become and what I was going to do. I had to find a doctor. Someone who could change us back. I thought about my job and Jane's. Could I handle being a receptionist? Would I be able to act like a girl, poised and feminine, or would I forget and do something vulgar? And what about Jane? Could she handle my work? Maybe if I tutored her on each project. Could she be masculine all the time? I could just see the whole office labeling her as a fag if she acted too feminine in her actions or walk. I chuckled to myself...Old man Wade would have a fit. A butch receptionist and a fairy cost accountant. But then, if we did loose our jobs we would probably be all right. Jane's folks had died and left her a large amount of money. When she made me her she had also given me the money. But I wanted to be poor Howard, not rich Jane. The next morning the doctor came in bustling at talking a hundred miles an hour. He pulled down the covers, pulled up my night gown and removed the surgical tape under my breasts. He then pulled my gown back down, and my large breasts bobbed up and down annoyingly. I looked down at the huge pair and shivered. They undulated back and forth like a sea of Jello. "You can go home today sweetheart. Just as soon as your husband comes to get you." I shuddered when he said "husband." The doctor left the room. I reached up and cupped one of my melon shaped mounds. It was smoother than anything I had ever felt on my own body. it had moved heavily on my chest as I lifted the mound. I fingered a nipple that was almost as big as my old little finger. It felt good...I could feel my woman's pussy twitch with excitement. I squeezed and fondled it. I felt the blood flowing to my nipple. God that felt good. Maybe there were some advantages to being a woman. I laid back and was suprised to notice that my breasts did not flatten out, but stood tall on my chest. They were very large. The doctor had been right, I would have a difficult time explaining those at the office. I sat up so that I could see myself in the mirror. There was no use fighting it. I was a girl, and an unusually voluptuous one. I looked down at my body where my hips joined in a pretty triangle of blonde hair that lead to two curvaceous legs. I jumped out of bed and massaged my big new tits. The thin material of the night gown hardly mattered at all as I rubbed and pinched. I watched the nipples begin to harden and swell outwards. My whole body felt restless, but I really didn't know what to do about it. So I got back into bed. A little later Jane came in with a package under her arm. "The doc says you can go home, so I brought you some clothes. Get dressed and let's get out of here." Jane came over and pulled back the covers, took me by the arm and pulled me up, swung me around so that my feet hung over the side of the bed and put the package in my lap. "Come on Howard, lets get going!" I couldn't move, I just sat there. Jane reached out and stood me up. She seemed to been enjoying her dominating role and her new found strength as she lifted my petite frame off the bed. A slight smile parted her lips. "Wow!" Jane said, "They are tremendous." She stared wide eyed at my huge tits. "I'm sure glad that you'll have to navigate those around instead of me!" she added. The two breasts swayed back and forth as I straightened my shoulders against the unaccustomed, new, weight. They poked out in front like two cannons ready to fire. Jane unwrapped the package and produced a bra which she unfolded and held out to me. It looked like twin parachutes. She helped me slip it over my arms, cupping my mammalia, and hooked it behind my back. I looked down at the strange, lacy, red garment. I felt detached from these strange proceedings. As if I was standing apart from myself. I thought that with these big protuberances that I wouldn't be seeing much of my feet. I guess first I lost my body, and now I was losing my mind. Jane said, "I am going to have to help you get dressed for a while, at least until you get used to wearing girl's clothes." She handed me a pair of dark colored panty-hose, and told me to sit in the chair and pull them on. "Be careful," she warned, "they aren't like you old socks. Don't poke a hole in them!" I pulled the nylon hose up over my smoothly shaven legs. They fitted snuggly over my long legs, but getting them over my wide hips and protruding ass was quite another story. As I tugged them up, I felt them pull into my womanly split between my legs. It actually felt sort of nice. My blonde pubic bush was just visible through the nylon mesh. Jane tossed me a pair of fashion jeans with the word "Chic" embroidered on the back pocket. After a bit of a struggle, I hauled the up and closed the zipper. The seem in the crotch really pressed into my pussy. I could have sworn that if I weighed just one more pound that I would never have gotten them on. The hot pink short sleeved sweater that Jane held out to me was never designed to contain an abundant bosom like the one that I now possessed. The sweater molded itself over the lace brassiere like a second skin. Jane sat me down in the chair, retrieved the makeup case from under the bed and began to work on my face and hair. "This is one thing that we're going to have to work on. No wife of mine is going around without makeup." she said as she deftly applied eyeshadow, mascara, rouge, bright pink lipstick, all the acutriments of an alluring female face. My thickened lashes brushed against my powdered cheeks when I blinked. Sticking long dangling earrings through the holes in my lobes, she said, "Now I'll get you shoes and we can go." The shoes that she produced from the box must have had heels that were over three and a half inches high. They were a glossy bright pink pump that perfectly matched my sweater. I had called them her "Come fuck me pumps" before. "You've got to be kidding me," I said in a meek voice, "I'll never be able to walk in those things." "Sure you will. Just take small steps and keep the weight on the ball of your foot, not the heel." She said, helping me slip into the shoes. As I stood up the heel height pitched me forward. That, with the weight of my full bosom caused me to loose my balance, and I would have fallen if it had not been for Jane reaching out to stabilize me. As i leaned against her I thought that I would be repulsed by here closeness, but instead welcomed her strong embrace. She stood me straight and helped me to make a couple of tenative steps. Maybe if I took tiny, mincing steps I could make it to our car. I moved around the room testing my balance in the stilt shoes with my new anatomy. "Why did you bring such ridiculous shoes for me to wear? Couldn't you have found any tennis shoes?" I said to Jane. "You used to make me wear them everywhere I went, Remember, Howard my love?" She replied in a mocking tone. She was right. I did insist that she often wear high heels. Infact, the only time that she wore athletic shoes was when she worked out in the gym. I even made her wear heels to the gym, and then change. She had always looked so damn good in them. I was beginning to regret my previous choices in her wardrobe. "I guess I'll make it. Let's go." I said, and started for the door. As we walked down the hall my shoes made a clacking sound on the tile floor. My hips rolled from side to side as I minced along on the high heels. I was sure that I was presenting quite a sight from the rear with my plump ass rotating under the skin tight pants. I tried to squeeze my ass and cut down on the movement, but it was impossible. my female hip bone articulated in a manner completely alien to my male experience. As we walked I couldn't get used to being so short. Everything looked so big and tall. I felt weak and threatened. It was strange how my change in perspective had changed my feelings. I swung my arms for balance and noticed my arm brushing against my breasts which swelled out past the side of my rib cage. I glanced down at the bouncing tits, which jiggled which each step I took. There was no way a bra was going to keep those swingers still. In the parking lot Jane rushed around to open the door of our Firebird for me. "I can open a door." I said. "As a girl, there are certain things that you can expect. This is one. Remember, you are the weaker sex now sweetie." Jane replied. I hated her demeaning manner. She was really enjoying this whole fiasco. While getting in the car I found that there was an advantage in being small. I had always had a hard time getting in an out of the low car. This time, I slid into the front seat with ease. Jane cautioned me about how I got in the car. 'with pants on, you can get away with getting in like that, but with a skirt you're not going to be able to just step into the car. You've got a lot the learn girlie." "Screw you Jane, I'll do things the way I want. Who says I'm going to wear a skirt anyway." I snarled. At home, Jane parked the car in the garage, and I jumped out. I almost went on my nose...I had forgotten about the sill high heeled shoes. I recovered my balance and bolted for the door. Once there, I had to wait for Jane. When I reached for my keys, I remembered I had nothing in my pockets. I couldn't have gotten my hands in them anyway as tight as the pants were. Jane observed my actions and remarked, "You'll have to start carrying a purse missy." Inside the house, Jane grabbed my arm and drug me, stumbling, up the stairs to the bedroom. I thought, "oh no, she's going to fuck me!" I struggled, but it was no use. She had my strength, and my little body was weak and helpless compared to her masculine form. "I could rape you, you know that don't you Howard?" she said bluntly. "I know that I can't stop you, but I'm going to put up one hell of a fight!" I spat at her. "Well, relax. I have no intention of fucking you until you're ready. You have needs. Female needs now, Howard. You'll want it. Trust me. I just wanted to prove my point. I am the man now. Go take a shower and get dressed, we're going out for supper." She said as she tossed me into our bedroom. I sailed across the room and landed face down on the bed. I rolled over and answered, "I don't want to be seen in public. Not like this." I waved my hand in front of me. "Why can't we just get a pizza and eat here?" "You've only been a woman a day and you're already concerned how you look! How charming! No, if we ate here, you would cook, but I want to take you out. We have reservations at the Country Club." She said with a note of finality. "I'll pick you out something to wear as you get ready." I let the warm water of the shower flow over my new curves. Taking a shower in a new body was a difficult task. All the old familiar contours were gone. I had to soap and lather new areas. My whole body felt alive. I reached up to wipe the soap from my eyes and ran into a tit. The hair was a living monster. Finally the chore was finished. I carefully towled off and stepped into our bedroom, naked. Jane went to the closet and pawed through the dresses hanging there. "We've got to find something to show off those big new tits of yours," she said. "Here, I think this will work just fine." She unhooked a hangar that had a black mini-skirted dress and layed it across the bed. I recognized the dress. It had been one of my favorites on Jane. Backless, with a fitted waist and a very short skirt. She had worn it with a padded, push-up "Wonder-bra" that had made her look busty. I wouldn't need any padding. In fact, I wasn't sure that I could get the skimpy thing over my gigantic tit mounds. "There is no way that I am going anywhere! Especially in something like that!" I shouted in my ridiculous voice. Jane unbuttoned her shirt and took off her pants. "Oh yes you are. Even if I have to drag you, so come on and get those clothes on. Our reservation is in 30 minutes." She said firmly as she pulled one of my suits out of the closet. I sighed a big sigh of resignation and picked up the dress, trying to figure out exactly how to put it on. I noticed Jane watching me, and I saw a bulge in her jockey shorts starting to grow. Shit, she was getting excited looking at me. I wondered how she could get excited looking at herself. A psychiatrist could have a field day with us now. Still, it had to be strange for her, getting a hard-on for the first time! I glanced at myself in the full length mirror and realized why Jane was reacting as she was. Naked, bare breasts, bouncing with my every move. A tiny waist with wide hips and a full, generous ass. My legs seemed to go on forever. A sexy full, mane of golden blonde hair, framing a face that combined a shy innocence with a sensuous sexual element. God, I was turning myself on just by looking in the mirror! I had to get out of this body! I felt my newly acquired cunt become warm and moist. It felt alot like getting a hard-on as a man, just all inside of me. "Jane, maybe we should just stay home and explore our new bodies. You know, get used to it before we go out in public." I stated in a low, husky tone that suprised me. "Come on Howard, hurry up and get dressed. We don't have all night. Besides, you have a lifetime to get used to that sexy frame!" She grinned, ignoring my obvious hint. I ran my hands over my breasts, down my stomach, and around to the two rounded globes of my butt cheeks. They felt soft, yet firm, and so smooth. I reached down and picked up the pair of pantyhose that Jane had left on the bed beside the dress. I sat, and pulled them up my long legs carefully. God, this felt weird. My ass was a mile wide, and I watched the silky stockings caress my thighs through my own deep cleavage. Reluctantly, I stepped into the dress, pulling it up over my hips and breasts, just as I had watched Jane do a hundred times. I closed the side zipper. The skimpy rag fit firmly at my waist, with some fullness in the skirt, but it just barely confined my big tits. Looking back at the mirror, my reflection looked almost indecent. You could see the sides of my rounded globes where the dress was open in the front. It felt like any sudden movement would cause my silicone implanted orbs to pop out. Jane said, "Now you know how I felt in that dress...like I was naked! The men at the club will love it. the wives may not appreciate your free show however!" She laughed. Jane handed me a pair of shoes. "Here, slide your dainty feet into these, and lets go." I looked down, and noticed the dress was even shorter than I had imagined. Coming down to only mid-thigh, it showed most of my legs. I'd have to be very careful how I sat. Now I remembered why I bought the dress for Jane. The shoes that Jane had handed me had also been some of my favorites on her. The heels were at least four inches high, the straps came across the toes and up the back of the ankle. With Jane's small size five foot, and a heel this high, I was close to walking on my tiptoe. My foot arched close to perpendicular to the floor. I could now see why Jane had complained about wearing these shoes. And now, I had to put up with them all evening. I walked, with some difficulty, across the room towards the mirror. It was like walking on stilts, throwing my large bosom forward and my protruding ass back. Everyone would be watching me mince along in these high heels, just hoping one of my big tits would fall out of the dress! All the men were going to get big hard ons and want to screw me! This was to much! Jane quickly applied my make up for me, She said we didn't have enough time for me to fumble with it. I blinked my eyes, feeling the silt-like powder on my lids as my lashes brushed my cheek. The taste of lipstick was still something I associated with a sexual response. I needed to learn how to control that! I felt stifled. I saw myself come out of the bathroom in my brown suit. I was walking toward myself before I realized that I wasn't me anymore. I was my wife, and she was me. I shook myself and to my--- Jane's arm, and we walked out. With Jane's help I managed to walk to the car. My skirt brushed across my nylon covered thighs. The cool air rushed up my legs. I could feel it clear to my crotch. I felt completely vulnerable. Getting in our low car I discovered what she meant about entering a car. With pants, I could enter feet first, like a man, but with a skirt, especially one this short, I found that I had to sit first, and then swing my long legs in. In the car, we were silent for the first few blocks. Then, jane blurted out suddenly, "Damn it! I forgot to have you carry a purse." "What do I need with a purse?" I said. "Part of being a woman is carrying a purse Howard. You don't have any ID or money, and most importantly, you don't have any makeup to repair your face if you mess it up! You have alot more to learn than I do sweetie!" As we were riding along, I slid over next to Jane. I wasn't sure how I felt towards her now that she had did this to us. I needed to experiment, to test both of our feelings. I needed some form of control again. I reached over and unzipped her pants. She hollered "Howard! Stop that! You'll put us in a ditch!" "Now Jane, you just relax and let me handle this." I replied in that husky tone again, hauling her dick out of her pants. "I saw your pole start to rise back in our bedroom. It must be hard, not knowing what to do about it." I had often handled this piece of meat. My hand, much smaller and softer encircled it and began to pump. "Oh, Howard...Don't! Oh my gosh, I can't drive like this!" She said in an excited voice. "Just keep your eyes on the road. it feels good, doesn't it Jane. i'm really very experienced at this...All those nights you had a 'headache'." I said, stroking faster and faster. With my other hand I reached up to take her handkerchief out of her breast pocket. It took two tries with my long nails, but I got it just in time to drape it over the head of her cock as it jerked and spurted as she came into the handkerchief. She sighed, and said "Oh, that was heaven." I sighed also, saddened at my thoughts. Jane would never have done that for me. "Did you like that Jane?" I said. She nodded. "Why didn't you ever do that for me?" "I don't know...I just couldn't touch you like that." she said in an embarrassed voice. "Now you'll have to touch it, and I bet you'll be spanking it every chance you get!" I said with a smile. At the restaurant Jane said, "Now wait for me to open the door." Getting out of the car my skirt rode up over my hips, exposing all of my nylon covered legs and some of my dark pantied crotch. Jane pointed, and I glanced down. Now I really understood her caution about getting in and out in a lady-like manner! I got out and pulled the short skirt down as much as I could. I took Jane's arm, and with small, careful steps, ankled into the club. Every man and boy's eyes bugged out as they looked at me. A waiter almost dropped a tray. The dress was so tight that it left nothing to the imagination. Everyone knew that everything under the dress was all me. My unconfined mammaries jiggled and bounced around inside the brief top, trying to escape. My rounded hips and as rolled from side to side as I minced along, trying to act feminine. At the table, I tried to sit demurly, and because of the short skirt, crossed my legs to protect my crotch, which still seemed somehow vulnerable. I discovered another fact, crossing my legs was much more comfortable as woman than as a man. No cock and balls to squeeze. But the height of my shoes forced me to point my foot, which caused me to frequently change position. Each time I untangled my long legs and recrossed them, all of the men and some of the women watched me. "See, Howard," Jane said,"You can't make a move without everyone looking at you. All of the men are undressing you and mentally making love to your sexy little body!" "Yes, but when they look at me, they also see you." I replied. "Ah..but they look at me, but they don't see me. They only see you." Jane, playing the role of husband, ordered for us. As I ate, I was fascinated by the small hand with the meticulously manicured nails that was feeding me. And again, I was aware of my small mouth, forcing me to take small bites of food. Eating as a busty woman was obviously an entirely new experience. I had to remember to take small dainty bites. To be delicate in the way that I handled myself. but because of my overhanging bust in front I was forced to lean over just to see my plate. I realized that this gave Jane a very sexy view of my cleavage. "Does looking down the front of my dress make you hard under the table, Jane?" I whispered to her, rubbing my leg against her's. "Shut up, you smart alec," She scowled. Suddenly, I had to go to the restroom. I was truly suprised at how quickly the urgency came on. I looked across the room at the door marked 'Ladies." It seemed a million miles away. The men's room was closer, but as I looked down at myself, I knew that wasn't the right choice anymore. A urinal wouldn't do me any good! I smiled as I recalled the incident in the hospital. I slid my chair back and stood. All heads turned. Jane looked up. "I have to go," I said in a worried tone. "Can you make it OK?" she asked. I nodded and started for the other side of the room. At first I tried to walk round shouldered so as to minimize my big bust, but I soon discovered that walking like that in very high heels with tits that weighed at least three pounds each was not possible. I straightened up and taking small steps, weaved my way through the tables to the restroom. I smiled at the way that some of the men had almost twisted off their heads trying to get a look at me. Jane had been right, I was the center of attention. In the John I pulled up my short skirt, tugged down the silky hose, and let the piss stream out of my pussy lips. As I let the urine flow, I remembered back to high school sex ed, and all the terms I had learned. Labia, vagina, ovaries, uterus, all mine now. I almost forgot to wipe myself when finished. Front to back, don't want an E-choli infection! So much to worry about now. It was a miracle that none of our friends were having dinner that evening. We finished dining and drove home in silence. Jane must have been deep in thought, but made no comments. I fully expected some remark about my performance. At home, I managed to negotiate the walk into the house without Jane's arm for balance. Maybe I would learn how to walk in these friggin' shoes after all! I began to feel my old male confidence return. Maybe I could beat Jane at her game after all. Maybe if I only acted ultra-feminine she would give up on teaching me a lesson and turn us back. I had to hope that there was an end. I couldn't accept the fact that I could be trapped as a gorgeous blonde for the rest of my life. Safely back at our house, I walked over to the dresser where I knew that Jane kept her nighties. My parading around the bedroom without any clothes on didn't seem to have any effect on Jane. i found a baby doll nightie all trimmed in lace and pulled it on over my head. I picked up the matching panties and pulled them on over my shapely hips. In the bathroom I washed off all the make-up that Jane had so carefully put on me. I looked in the mirror. Jane had always looked good, even without makeup. I examined my new face critically. If I was to be a girl, at least I was a good looking one. She had a gorgeous face with bright blue eyes and a clear, glowing, soft complexion. In bed I lay waiting for Jane. I couldn't help thinking about our sexual relationship now and how I was going to feel about her. How could I accept her making love to me as a man? The idea seemed almost repulsive to me. But, I was a woman now, so it would be normal. If a man didn't make love to me it would be a woman. Was I a lesbian now? I let my hand stray down to my thighs. There was a thrill in rubbing my own thighs and feeling the warmth begin to churn in my stomach and chest, all the way to the nipples of my breasts. I let my hand wander between my legs, stroking myself until my hands felt the long slit that entranced me. Beside it, I could feel two rolls of soft, firm, resilient flesh. The twin rolls seemed to be stuck together so that I could only slide my finger in a very short way. I couldn't see what my fingers were doing because of my huge bosom, but I could feel their effect as they slid deeper into my canal. My stomach began to growl and my rump started swinging as if it were an independent creature, separate from me. All I could think of was that I had an itch inside of me, and I needed to scratch myself. I got up and looked into the bathroom. There was a jar of Vaseline in the medicine chest. Without hesitation, I pulled of the nightgown and stuck my hand into the gooey substance and walked back into the bedroom. As soon as I laid down, my legs spread wide and my fingers again found my new slit. The itching inside was becoming more intense. I put my finger against it and pushed. To my suprise it slid in without difficulty and I began to massage what felt like a hard, bulbous mass held firm between two walls. My brain started to reel and my body took on a motion of it's own. I was on my back, and my feet were flat on the bed. I was pumping up and down, straining to reach something that I could not describe. My pumping became faster and my breath became more and more labored. I felt like I was climbing some kind of hill that went up forever. My finger was jabing in harder and harder, pressing against the hard core inside me. Suddenly I was flying. I was soaring over the world in a step climb. Then, there was only myself in a velvety sky with a backdrop of bright stars. My arms felt outstretched like the wings of a seagull when he races downwind on unseen currents. It was beautiful sensation, and it went on and on. Gradually, it stopped, and I stood up to look at my hand. I couldn't see anything on it, but it was wet almost to the wrist! I went back into the bathroom and washed my hands. As I looked up I saw myself in the mirror and laughed for the first time since I awoke in Jane's body. "You naughty thing," I said, looking in the mirror at the soft, downy junction between my smooth thighs. Suddenly, it felt like a dear friend that I had always known. I bent down and tried to kiss it, but my lips came to my knees. Odd, I thought, that I can bend so easily. I bent over to one side, then bent far back. It was amazing how supple my new body was. I was suddenly delighted. I threw my arms out, lifted my legs the way I'd watched Jane do when she danced, twisted from my waist and tried to touch my back. I could reach up between my shoulder blades without any difficulty at all! I breathed in deeply, this time trying to see how far I could make my already out-thrusting boobs stand out. Without any warning at all, my insides began to go into spasm. In a flash I was soaring again. There was no build up, no long climb. I held on to the wash basin and let the feeling take me where ever it wanted to. The inside of my slit was churning away in a delightful mixture of heat and motion that warmed my whole body. When it passed I felt weak. I sat down on the toilet. I'd heard that some women have reverberations, like the aftershocks of an earthquake. It must have happened to me, even without a man. I hugged my big breasts and dance around. Being a girl was going to be fun! I could reach heights of joy that men never dream of, even without their help. All the equipment of joy was mine, to have and to hold forever. I don't know how long I danced around before I calmed down. Maybe Jane had done me a favor, and why had she given all this up for a male climax? Jane came into the bedroom dressed in a pair of pajamas. We got into bed and suddenly she was all over me. Rubbing my body in some of the most sensitive places. She sure knew where to touch me. I guess she had years to learn this body's sensual areas. I was too tired to fight her. My legs felt weak as I sank to the bed and she laid on top of me. Even through her pajama pants I could feel a hard shaft pressing against my leg. In the dim light my breasts looked like mountains of white ivory topped with pink cherries. Liquid fire began to run through me. This was going to answer alot of questions for me. Jane removed her pajamas. Her prong snapped out as if it was propelled by springs. Her body felt like a bushel of hot snakes had broken loose. Her feet, calves, thighs, stomach, and chest were writhing over me while my huge tits bored into her. Her tool was pushing at my legs, trying to get into the slit. I pressed my hands against the hunched muscles of her warm back. "Open your legs," she ordered. I moved my feet apart and her hips slid down, over the hard bone above my pussy. Her prick was jabbing like a lance at the lips between my legs. I lifted my ass so she could get into position and ram it into me. She lunged and hit the outside. One of her hands reached for mine and brought it down between my legs. She wanted me to guide her big cock home. I wrapped my small hand around the hot shaft and brought the slippery head against my sex. She pushed again as I opened my legs until I was straddling the bed. If she didn't get inside me quickly, I was going to go crazy! Then, something was pushing my groin apart. The muscles in my back strained as my pussy was forced apart. The head glided into me like a hot poker. My labia clamped it tight. I could feel the blood pounding in it, sending a tremor through me with every beat of her heart. The hot thing inside of me was setting me on fire. I began to vibrate all the way from my toes to me scalp. My arms ached from squeezing her. My legs had some how rose to circle her waist. She hunched forward and I gritted my teeth as the hot little ball began to tear my insides apart.I put my hands on her hips to keep her from splitting me open. I heard a far away female crying out. I realized it was me. If I didn't know I was a man I would have sworn that a girl was getting the screw of her life. Jane's body suddenly became very still. My vibrating had turned into a violent tremble. My feet, my hips, my buttocks, were having individual and uncoordinated spasms. I raised myself with my legs, trying to press the hot little ball deeper inside of me. Jane's body went rigid. "I'm coming. I'm coming," she hissed. I could recall that as a man I was always aware of just how close I was to the brink of orgasm, but as a woman I really didn't know. Her teeth clamped down on my earlobe and she began to jerk violently. I jammmed the points of my enormous tits into her chest and arched up to get my body close to hers. For a moment, her arms clamped my so tightly that I was afraid she would break my ribs. Her breathe began to ooze out in a long exhalation. The hot thing inside me began to grow smaller even while I struggled to keep it inside me. Her lips were on mine as she began to wiggle and the rubbery thing slid out of my crack evan as I tried to hold it in. She lifted her head and I saw that her eyes were shining. "That was a million times better than when I was the girl." She said. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end, Howard?" She stood up with her limp cock hanging in front of her legs. I wished she would get hard again, but I knew that for a male it wasn't that easy. She bent down and kissed me. I padded softly into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let her cum dribble out of my cunt. I wiped my self, put the frilly nightie back on, and got into bed with thoughts of "wham-bam-thank-you-maam" as I dropped of to sleep. I spent the remainder of my, Jane's, vacation learning to be Jane. Under he careful tutilage I practiced walking, talking, sitting, moving, even dancing like a girl. I wore the briefest outfits Jane owned. She forced me to wear high heeled shoes all the time. To the supermarket, cleaning house, all the time. By the end of the week my feet were sore, but I could walk with so degree of confidence that I would not break an ankle. The days passed quickly, and I became more certain of my new role with each passing day. I was learning all the things to come some natural to a beautiful woman. I still had to continually think about my movements and gestures, but Jane was satisfied that I was acting very feminine. I could apply my own makeup, put on my bras and panty hose with complete ease. Even the right to left buttoning of female clothing had ceased to bother me. Jane said, "You learn fast Howard. I think you're going to make a better woman than I did, and I think you even enjoy it!" "How can you say that? I'm just making the best of an unbearable situation." I said. I soon became accustomed to my buxom shape, and even though the big breasts often seemed to get in the way I learned to adapt to their presence. The most difficult thing to get used to was my size. I had spent all my life being a large man, and now, overnight, I had became a five foot two 110 pound weakling. I couldn't lift half my weight or even open a jar of pickles. We had the neighbors over for drinks and even visited some close friends. I had expected some comments concerning my sudden breast development, but although my huge tits got some strange looks, nothing was said. We went to the Arts Festival downtown. At Jane insistence I dressed in a pair of brief panties and a pair of skin tight white shorts that were so tight I thought I'd never get them on. They pressed up into my slit giving me an almost erotic feeling. My bra lifted and separated my big globes. A sleeveless tight top outlined my balooning breasts. I slipped my tiny feet into a pair of four inch pumps and tripped across the room to the mirror where I deftly applied my makeup and teased out my silky blonde tresses. Again I stared at my angelic face in the mirror, moving my jaw and making faces to make sure it was really me I saw reflected back. I reached up and touched the mirror, the silver wristlets charming musically. It was me. I still couldn't believe how I could be such a person. I had always loved watching a gorgeous girl, well, now I was that girl. Probably forever. A deep sigh broke my moment of contemplation and I walked out to meet Jane. Downtown we walked around looking at the exhibits. A gentle breeze was blowing, fanning my hair away from my face. As I walked, men turned to watch me pass. I took deep breathes, know that it pressed my large breasts against my tight top. I let my rear end bounce all that it wanted to. There was a sense of power, even humor in seeing all those males panting after me. I thought, as I glided along on my highs, how much trouble shoes shorter that these had given me just two weeks ago. All the men oggled my abundant charms. I looked back at them with indecent thoughts and felt my pussy twitch with excitement as I wondered how it would feel to have one of them push his big wang in my my cunt. I got hot just thinking about it! As we walked I overheard comments such as, 'there goes a fine one', and simply, 'Man, check that out!' After we walked around the arts festival, Jane and I went down to the beach. We walked along the sand dunes, watching the waves crashing on the beach. My shoes were full of sand and I stopped to slip them off. Jane whirled and began to run down the beach, and I started chasing her. The sand caught at my feet, holding me back. Jane had vanished. As I shot past a dune that curved to make a small cove, she grabbed me around the waist. She spun me around and kissed me. "Hey, let's go swimming," she said. "We don't have any suits." "Who needs a suit?" She began peeling off her clothes. The sight of her broad back and firm buttocks dashing away from me made me tingle all over. With a primal animal yelp she plunged into the water. I shrugged and unzipped my shorts, stepped out of my panties and pulled my top over my head. I unhooked my bra, my big jugs spilled forth and rolled around on my chest. In a moment we were frolicking in the waves like two young sea-lions. My hair hung in loose strands, but I didn't care. Our bodies rubbed together, broke apart, and pressed together again, as we chased each other through the waves. The sun was going down as we ran for our clothes. I almos