GRANDMOTHER'S REMEDY
or Remedy.txt
by Waldo
Chapter 1 - Humpty Dumpty on the wall
Chapter 2 - Mother's advice.
Chapter 3 - Obtaining the other ingredients
Chapter 4 - The remedy
Chapter 5 - David's story
Chapter 6 - Donna's story
Chapter 7 - Bernice's story
Chapter 8 - Aunt Cecilia's story
Grandmother's Remedy
Chapter 1 - Humpty Dumpty on the wall
The big travel van pulled up in front of the house and
blew the horn as the driver kept the engine running.
Within a couple of seconds, the front door of the house
opened and a woman dressed in a Giant Food Market's
community league softball uniform acknowledged the
van's horn-blowing notification with a friendly wave.
The attractive, young woman waving, was about five
feet four inches tall, appeared to be very good shape
under the loose fitting uniform, had her dark short
hair tucked under a baseball cap, and was wearing her
baseball shoes with the cleats. She was carrying a
softball glove and a softball jacket, also emblazoned
with the Giant logo; which carried her keys and billfold
in an inner pocket.
A tall, well-built young handsome man followed her
out of the house and walked to the van, carrying a bag
of baseball bats. He was about six feet two inches, one
hundred and ninety pounds, and had the general
athletic build expected of a former high school
quarterback that hasn't played football in five years.
He opened the door to the van for the woman and
yelled "Hi, Jeri. Understand that you plan on kicking
Rockheel Shoe's team ass tonight."
"Yeah David, they beat us in the semi-finals last year
and we have been looking forward all of our spring
softball season to stomping them tonight. Your wife is
going to be our secret weapon and we expect her to set
a new league record for stolen bases tonight. Donna
and I've been practicing our stolen base slides for the
last couple of weeks." responded the van driver.
Donna pulled off her cap, and tilted her head back so
he could kiss her. David leaned forward and lightly
touched her lips with his lips with a "good luck" kiss.
As Donna turned, stretched her leg to climb into the
high van, David patted her on the butt. She climbed
into the passenger seat, winked at David and reported
"We are going to stop off for pizza and beer after the
game. Don't wait up on me."
David said nothing and shut the van door as he blew
his wife a good luck type of silent kiss. Jeri put the van
into gear and drove the van down the street. About two
blocks away from the house, Jeri turned right and
pulled up beside a waiting white Toyota car. Donna
opened her door and stepped out of the van. As she
shut the door, she suggested to Jeri "Don't forget to
write down what happened at the game and to put the
results in my mailbox. I'll need to know, in case David
questions me later."
Jeri smiled at her and stated "Going to miss you
tonight. We won't stand a chance without you, but this
is much more important than a ball game. Good luck."
Donna opened the passenger side door of the Toyota
and climbed in. As she shut the door, she looked at
the driver and started laughing. The driver snapped
"You don't like this wig? Or is there something else
about me that you think is funny?"
"Bernice, I love that wig and think you ought to wear it
more often. Or you could dye your hair that mousy
color." teased Donna.
"This mousy color is almost your color, so don't give
me any shit over it. David knows that your best friend
has red hair and a white car. With me wearing this
dark wig and sunglasses, he will never recognize me or
know that we are following him around town tonight.
Reach behind your seat and get that black sweatshirt.
You need to hide your bright softball uniform top."
Donna pulled the sweatshirt from behind her and put
it on. Then Bernice handed her a blonde wig and
sunglasses to complete her disguise. Donna removed
her cap, placed the curly blonde wig on her head and
fluffed the hair before putting on the sunglasses. When
she was finished putting on her disguise, Bernice
started up the Toyota and made a U turn back up the
street toward Donna's house. About three quarters of a
block away, Bernice pulled over in front of a house and
killed the motor.
They didn't have to wait long. Within a couple of
minutes, David came out of the house, wearing a
topcoat. He got into his car, and backed out into the
street. Bernice started her engine. As David pulled out,
Bernice followed him, keeping far enough back so that
David wouldn't recognize them.
As David's car pulled onto the freeway, Bernice let a
couple of cars get between them and she followed him
on the freeway until he pulled off at a downtown exit
ramp. Following him through city traffic was bad, and
she almost lost him once because of the traffic
between them stopping for changing lights, but David
was also stopped at a light two blocks away. They
quickly caught back up, while maintaining a discrete
separation between the two cars. They watched him
pull into a parking lot and Bernice found a vacant
street parking spot where they could watch David.
Donna slumped down in the seat so she couldn't be
seen and used a pair of binoculars to watch David get
out the car and remove his topcoat. "Son-of-a-bitch.
He changed clothes as soon as I left the house. He had
on jeans and a pull-over shirt when I was home. Now,
he is wearing dress slacks and one of those brightly
colored silk shirts that he has been buying lately."
Through the binoculars, Donna watched him as he
casually looked around the street before walking
across the street and into a doorway entrance. Donna
aimed the binoculars higher and looked at the name
above the door that read "Wild Thing Lounge" above
the door. Under her breath, she whispered to Bernice
although no one was close enough to hear her normal
voice "My husband just went into a gay bar."
Bernice groaned "I'm sorry. I know that we both
secretly suspected this and tried to come up with other
things that he could be doing. And now we know why
he has been acting funny for the last year."
A small tear flowed down Donna's cheek as she cried
"Three years of acting weird. We had one good year of
marriage and then he started acting funny and doing
strange things. Some of the stuff that he was telling
me didn't add up, and I thought at first, that he was
having an affair with another woman. Or hoped that
he was having an affair with a woman, because I knew
that I could compete with another woman. Then I
found his little hidden clothes storage area in the
garage. The clothes were his size, but were too flaming
bright, feminine, and gay-looking. There was a small
purse, with a tube of bright red lipstick and several
condoms also. For weeks, I walked around the house
feeling miserable about what I had discovered,
knowing that the facts just added up to one thing. I
worried myself sick and then decided that I had to
know what was going on with David. So I came up
with this plan to follow him when he thought that I
would be gone all evening. When I had my schedule set
up last week, I started talking to David about how I
would be gone for several hours to this big softball
game. When I asked him to attend, he came up with
some excuse which I expected."
"Do you want me to sneak in there and see if I can see
what he is doing?" asked Bernice.
"No, I don't think many women go in there and you
would stand out. There might be a lot of men wearing
wigs that help them look like women in there. David
would recognize you and wonder why you were in a
gay bar wearing a wig. I would have to face him. I'm
not ready to discuss this with him yet. Give me a
cigarette." she gasped in a voice that sounded as if she
was holding back tears.
As Bernice handed Donna a cigarette, Bernice
mumbled softly "Maybe you've seen enough and we
should go home now."
As Donna lit her cigarette, she looked at Bernice in the
dim glow from her burning cigarette. She had a
pouting mouth with a small, upturned nose, huge
dark eyes and a creamy pale and lightly freckled skin.
Her Irish blood showed clearly. Bernice was tall for a
woman, just a little under six feet tall. Donna had
always desired to be tall and statuesque like Bernice
instead of being short and petite. Although Bernice
was always complaining about the small size of her
breasts, Donna thought Bernice's breasts were perfect;
even if they were only an B-cup. Donna liked the way
that they were shaped like classic champagne glasses
with large, pronounced nipples. Donna also thought
that Bernice has such nice long, shapely legs and a
round, sexy ass; even though she knew that she
should not be thinking about Bernice like that.
She slowly exhaled a warm smoke cloud out the
opened window and listened to her voice crack as she
replied "He might be doing some research for his book.
If he carries his research too far, I'll kill him."
After an hour of watching gay men enter and leave the
club, they saw David and two men walk out. David
was between them and one of the men had his arm
around David's waist as they walked over to one of the
men's white Bronco. The man with his arm around
David's waist held the door open as David slid into the
middle of the front seat. After a couple of minutes
sitting there in the dark car, the driver started the
engine and pulled out of the lot onto the street.
Bernice looked over at Donna who was biting her lips
as she directed "Yes, please follow them."
Bernice started her car, turned on her headlights and
waited until the Bronco turned the corner about three
blocks away. Then she sped up and turned onto the
same side street. The Bronco was about two blocks
away and getting into a lane to get on the freeway.
Bernice narrowed the distance between them and was
able to be only five cars back when the Bronco got on
the freeway. She followed them at a distance, keeping
several cars between them and slowed down when the
Bronco pulled off the freeway. There were no cars
between them when the Bronco was stopped by a red-
light. So Bernice stayed in the same lane and back a
little, hoping that the headlights helped disguise them.
Donna reported "One of them has his arm around
David."
Bernice admonished "Those are small seats and big
men. It is probably more comfortable to sit like that."
Donna looked at her friend and softly smiled as she
replied "Thanks, but we both know what is going on.
David just let himself be picked up by two men in a
gay bar who are taking him somewhere that they can
have sex in private."
When the light changed, Donna pulled into a 7-11
parking lot and let the Bronco go on because there
were no other cars on this stretch of road. When the
Bronco was about six blocks away, she pulled out
again and watched the Bronco turn into a residential
street.
She also turned into the street and saw the Bronco
about a block away, pulling into a driveway. She
continued on down the street past the house, looking
straight ahead as Donna watched the Bronco pull into
a garage and the garage door shut. Bernice turned a
corner and pulled over.
"Have you seen enough?" she asked.
"No, I've got to see what is going on inside that house."
"Damn it, Donna. You know what is going to happen.
Why do you've to hurt yourself more? You know that I
don't have anything against them, but he just proved
that he is gay. He is there for one and only one reason.
To have sex with those two men. Why don't we get out
of here, go get your things, and you can stay with me
until your lawyer has worked out the legal issues."
suggested Bernice.
"There appears to be an alley running behind the
houses. Come with me while I look into the windows."
asked Donna as she opened the door and stepped out
of the car.
Bernice jumped out of the car and caught up with her
rapidly walking friend as she quietly declared "Real
people don't get away with doing this. This only works
on television. We can go to jail if we are caught. They
might even shoot us. What if there are dogs?"
"Wait for me in the car. I've got to go." commanded
Donna as she found the alley entrance.
"Shit. Now I know how Ethel Mertz felt whenever Lucy
got one of her harebrained schemes. Wait for me
Lucy!" joked Bernice as she caught up with Donna.
They found the back of the house and there was an
eight foot high brick wall. The gate was locked and
there was no peepholes. Donna whispered "Boost me
up so I can see over the fence."
Bernice rolled her eyes skyward, then put her back to
the wall, braced herself and announced "Take off those
baseball cleats and that blond wig. It's light color will
be too easily seen in the dark."
Donna pulled the wig off, untied her sports shoes,
stepped out of her shoes and put her sock-covered foot
into her friend's hand. Then using her friend as a
ladder, she climbed up the wall, until she was
standing on Bernice's shoulders and holding onto the
top of the wall. She was barely able to see over the top
but she was able to see through the glass patio doors
into the den. She watched for a minute and then felt
Bernice squirm as she proclaimed "I can't hold you for
long."
Donna eased back down the wall and sat down on the
ground against the fence. She asked "Did you bring
your cigarettes?"
Bernice handed her one and lit one for herself; as she
pulled her dark wig off. A rich mass of long reddish
hair spilled over her shoulders and chest. They sat
there, in the dark, backs against the fence, smoking
for several minutes as they stared at the wall of the
fence across the alley. Finally Donna reported "David
was giving one of them a blow job. I saw him take the
man's huge cock into his mouth. I can't even get him
to take his vitamins at home because he can't swallow
pills. And here he is, taking a big cock down his
throat. I need to look again."
Bernice stood and braced herself again. Donna
climbed back up the wall, watched for about a minute
and came down. She put on her baseball shoes and
declared "I've seen enough. I need to get out of here.
Let's go home."
They walked back to the car, Bernice started it and
drove past the house. Donna didn't look at it, but kept
staring straight ahead as she bit on her lips. She
dropped her head and started shaking her head,
causing a curtain of dark hair to cover her eyes and
face. She threw her head back against the seat back as
she reached up and pushed most of the mass of hair
back from her face although several stray strands still
clung to her mouth. As they pulled onto the freeway
ramp, she started crying. Bernice pulled over and held
her friend as she cried. When she could cry no more,
she gasped "All three of them were naked; except for
David, who was wearing bright red lipstick, nylons, a
garter belt, and a black bra. He was sucking the other
man's cock while the first man was butt fucking him."
"Shit. Well, let's go to your house and get your clothes.
I'll take you to see my lawyer in the morning."
"I don't want a divorce. I'll do whatever I've got to do, to
stay married to him. If that includes letting him have a
male lover, I'll have to learn to accept that. I love him
and never want him to leave me. He is kind to me. Our
sex life has dropped off the last three years, but when
we do have sex, he is a good lover. I just can't give him
what he really wants for sex." she blurted between
gasps of sobbing.
Bernice lit another cigarette and muttered "It's all my
fault. I was the one that introduced David to you. I was
living with Wayne in college and David was his best
friend. I thought that David was the most attractive
man that I had ever seen and I wanted him. He was
the complete image of male sex appeal. Wide broad
shoulders, sharp chiseled chin, beautiful brown eyes,
cute butt. What more could you want in a man? I
wanted to have an affair with David but didn't want to
break up with Wayne. I couldn't have an affair with
him at that time, so I introduced him to you, my best
friend, little realizing that you would fall in love with
him and marry him. Three weeks before David
proposed to you, Wayne and I broke up. The week that
he proposed to you, I was seriously thinking about
seeing if I could take David from you, but I didn't want
to hurt you. I just wanted to let you know that I also
found him very attractive, sexy and didn't observe this
behavior or expect this personal sexual development
with him. So don't blame yourself for not seeing it
coming back then."
"Thanks, but you don't understand why I'm crying. I
don't blame you for introducing us. Nor him for what
he is doing now. It is something within him that he
desires and can no longer resist, that I can't fight or
offer him. If it was another woman, I could compete
with her. But how can I compete with a nine-inch cock
down his throat?"
"Nine-inch cock?? Wonder if he is bi and would like to
meet an attractive redhead with slightly sagging boobs,
who also wears black bras?" joked Bernice.
Donna laughed as tears flowed down her mascara
covered face. "We have a good marriage except for the
sex. At first, it was nightly. Then it became every other
night. Now it is had changed to an every two or three
weeks schedule. I thought that it was a normal
marriage problem caused by being around each other
too long. I never thought our sexual problems was
because he no longer thought I was attractive or
wasn't feminine enough. I can't help it if I like to play
rough and tumble sports, feel more comfortable in
jeans instead of a dress, and don't like to mess with
long hair."
Bernice looked at her friend and sighed "You were
born a tomboy and you never grew up. You grew out
and I wish that I had a body like yours. Your body is
perfect, even if you're very petite. How many other
women have a 36-22-34 centerfold body on a five foot
four ninty-seven pound frame? With your tiny frame
and minuscule waist, your breasts appear to be much
larger. And you've a beautiful face that could grace any
magazine cover. Everything about you is sexy. Shapely
slender legs, a round, firm ass, firm breasts, a small
pert nose, full sensuous lips, sexy creamy smooth
skin. And beautiful silky hair. You don't need to wear
any more make-up than lipstick and a little eye touch-
up with your natural good looks. If you were to let your
hair grow long again, change the color to blonde and
put a little style into it, you would be one of the most
beautiful women around here. But that sort of a
woman wouldn't be you. You're more comfortable
wearing basketball shoes or baseball cleats than high
heels. You're twenty-four years old and have never
pierced your ears. I didn't realize it them, but now it all
makes sense. When David married you, he knew that
you were more of a man than he was. He married you
because you're you and not one of those slinky wives.
If you were to change the way that you look and dress,
he might not like it as much as he likes the way you're
now."
Donna stopped crying and looked at her best friend's
face under that cheap wig. Then she softly replied
"You're right. I do have a lot of male traits and habits.
And I never could figure out what David saw in me.
Now I realize that he saw me as being the answer to
his dreams. A woman's body, but a man's attitude and
thinking. While he had a man's body, but was always
so soft and sensitive like a woman. He liked to cook
and clean house while I hated being typecast from
birth as the homemaker. I preferred pushing the
lawnmower and getting all sweaty; rather than to iron
the clothes. He picked out the living room furniture
and the wallpaper. I selected the big screen television
so I could watch my sports programs. I like to sit
around and drink beer while watching football games,
while David likes to drink wine and listen to romantic
music. I know every football players vital stats and
David can't even match the team name with the city.
The Home and Garden magazine subscription is his,
even though he put my name on it because he didn't
want the postman to get curious. Our marriage is
different from most people's marriage. We were
opposites in more ways than one and I thought that we
were a perfect match with our different likes and
dislikes."
"What are you going to do?" Bernice asked.
"Take me home. I'll pretend that I went to the game
and will think about what I need to do."
******
Donna was lying in bed by herself facing the wall,
waiting in the dark. Her face felt puffy from where she
had been crying since she came home. She heard the
car pull up into the garage and the car door softly
shut. She heard David enter the house. He undressed
in the hallway bathroom and softly opened the door to
their bedroom. As he tip-toed in, she admitted in her
most casual, relaxed voice "We lost. Seven to six. I just
got home a couple of minutes ago myself. Thought that
you were going to do some typing tonight?"
He slid in bed under the sheet, curled up around her
and put his arm around her waist, allowing his hand
to cup her upper breast as he said "Sorry about that. I
was working on my book, when they called from the
office, with some equipment failure. So I spent the last
several hours checking cables and trying to find out
what was wrong."
"Good night." she declared as she changed position
slightly to curl against his body pressing against her
back. After several minutes, she heard the soft
breathing that she knew meant he had fallen asleep.
She could smell the strong cigar odor from those
horrible cigars that he liked to smoke. She thought
about how that cigar odor masked other odors and she
wondered if that was why he had smoked one tonight
just before coming home. He knew that she didn't like
for him to smoke just before coming to bed.
Chapter 2 - Mother's advice.
The next three days were pure hell for Donna. She
pretended that everything was normal and would lie in
bed unable to sleep beside him at night, with his large
hand cupping her breast. There was no more sex
between them than that, which she was grateful for.
That Saturday morning, she put on a set of sweats, a
baseball cap, and some running shoes and left a note
for David saying she had gone to visit her mother.
When she got on the freeway, she drove the one
hundred and thirty miles north to her mother's house.
Within ten minutes of walking into her mother's front
door, she was sitting on the couch in her mother's
arms, crying her broken heart out to her mother. It
took almost ten minutes of sobbing and dabbing wet
eyes to blurt the whole story out.
Her momma held her for awhile and let her cry her
frustration out. For the rest of the day, they sat and
talked about David, about Donna, about David and
Donna, and about their lives. Donna told her mother
stuff that she had never told anyone else, not even
Bernice. By the end of the afternoon, her mother had a
very clear picture of David's and Donna's relationship.
While Donna was in the bathroom, her Mother called
someone and talked quietly to the person, so that
Donna wouldn't hear her. When she was finished with
her call, she sat down on the couch and waited for
Donna to come back.
Donna's face was puffy from where she had been
crying. Her hair was a mess, but that was normal for
Donna when she was just hanging around the house.
As Donna sat back down on the couch, her mother
queried "Donna, do you remember your great Aunt
Cecilia?"
"Barely. She used to live out in the woods by the old
barn. I thought that she had died years ago."
"No, she is still alive. I just called her, explained your
problem to her, and she said that she may have a
solution. You should go by and see her."
"I can't see anybody today. I look like a mess and feel
like a fool."
"Donna, you told me several times tonight that you
would do anything to keep David. I took you at your
word and made a call to Aunt Cecilia. I think that you
need to go by and listen to her."
******
She didn't know why she was doing this. But she had
learned a long time ago, that she couldn't win an
argument with her mother. As she pulled off onto the
old road leading back into the woods, she thought
about the few times that she had seen this old woman,
who was a mystery, even in her own family. No one
knew how old she really was, and she had been living
here for as long as anyone could remember.
She stopped in front of the old house, looked in the
mirror at her puffy eyes and ran her fingers through
her hair, trying to make the unkempt hair look more
planned.
She walked up on the porch and before she could
knock on the door, the old woman called out "Come in,
my dear. I've been waiting on you."
Donna walked into the old house, hearing the floors
creak under her steps. She entered the living room
and saw her great Aunt sitting in a comfortable chair,
with a shawl around her shoulders. She walked over to
the old woman and kissed her lightly on the cheek as
the old woman declared "It is so good to see you, my
dear. I know that you've got a problem and let's not
waste time with useless chit-chat. You can come back
some day when you've got more time and we can chat
then. Why don't you sit down and tell me about your
problem."
Donna spent the next half hour telling the old woman
about her problem with David. A couple of times,
Donna thought that the old woman had drifted asleep,
but Aunt Cecilia would ask a question that clearly
indicated that she had heard every word and
understood exactly what was going on.
Then Cecilia exclaimed in her quaking voice "The
problem definition is simple. Your man is not satisfied
with being a man anymore. He most likely thinks that
he is a woman trapped in a man's body. To adapt to
his forced masculine lifestyle, he has adopted a private
female personality for when he is alone or with people
that wouldn't be shocked. He also likes to wear as
much of the female dress that he can, with his obvious
male body, whenever he can. From what you observed
over the fence, he also likes to be subordinate to men.
In other words, he likes to be a slut when participating
in sex. In your marriage and daily relationship, he
does the tasks that the woman normally does, while
you take on the male tasks. It was only natural for him
to start desiring more of his feminine personality to
take over and to express his feminine personality in
his sex life. Had he ever tried to have sex with you,
while he wore lingerie?"
"Yes, he came to bed one night with false eyelashes,
some blush and lipstick. I laughed at him and he
never did it again. He explained that it was only a joke,
to see if he could amuse me." replied Donna,
remembering that not so distant night.
"Just as the problem was easy to define, so the
solution. Only you must make a very important choice
that will impact the rest of your life and your spouse's
life. Your mother proclaimed that you were willing to
do anything to save this relationship. Will you give up
your life as the wife of David as you know it now, to
save your marriage?" asked Aunt Cecilia.
"How can that be possible." asked Donna.
"Yes or no. Everything will become clear later."
"Yes." she replied.
"Listen closely to me, my dear. I'm one of the last old
ones. Some people call us witches, but we prefer to be
known simply as the old ones. We have seen many
things. And we know how to bend some of the natural
laws that everyone else has to live around. That is why
we are the old ones. You wouldn't believe me if I told
you how old I really am, but someday, your great
grandchildren will cringe at the sight of their great
Aunt also. But I digress. On the table beside you're two
vials. One cork top has an X carved into it, while the
other does not. If you mix the contents of the vials with
the correct additives, it creates a powerful potion. One
that will allow you to change bodies with your mate.
You will become him and he will become you. You will
no longer be the wife because you will become the
husband and he will become the wife. You will be
David and he will become Donna. As your wife, he will
be happy with his new female role and will make you
happy. He will be able to make love to a man, which
will now be you."
She paused and looked at Donna, as she continued
"Think about it. Your man loves you and will anything
for you. However your man secretly wants to be a
woman. In your relationship, he has accepted and
sought out the tasks and responsibilities that a
woman typically has, while at the same time bypassing
those tasks that men like to do. And you allowed him
to do that, because you liked to do what he didn't want
to do. When he goes out looking for sex, he goes to
places where he will be accepted in the feminine sense.
He allows men to take him and use his body for
pleasure however they choose. Your husband may not
realize it now, but he should have been born a woman.
In time, he will seek more of the female role, doing
whatever is necessary to obtain the momentary
satisfaction."
Donna started crying as she realized that her Aunt
was probably correct. as she held her crumbled
handkerchief to her eyes, the old woman continued
"And you also have never fully accepted the traditional
roles that society places upon men and women. You
abhor doing the tasks that most women accept as
natural as their monthly periods. You prefer doing
things with your hands and participating in sports.
You would jump at the chance to be the football player
and turn down being the cheer leader. While you may
not have realized it yet, you're almost as much out of
synchronization with the typical female stereotype as
your husband is. You would probably have been
happier also, if you had been born a man, instead of a
woman. Those vials will permit you to swap bodies
with your husband. He will take your body and
become the woman that you would never be; while you
become the male that is more suited with your
personal desires."
"David will never agree to this. I know him too well."
uttered Donna.
"What makes you think that he will get a choice? If you
follow my instructions to the letter, he will be a little
angry the first couple of hours, but he will quickly get
over it and learn to like it. You see, you've got to
establish control and dominance over him; which is
something else that he desires. Once he accepts your
dominance, he will not resist any more. Within a
couple of weeks or a month, he will be so happy with
his new life, that he wouldn't go back to his former life
if the opportunity presented itself."
"How do I establish dominance over him?" asked
Donna.
"Have sex with him. Not normal loving sex, but rough
sex at first. If he declines, then rape him. He may
resist a little, but once the female hormones kick in,
he will enjoy it. And you only have to do it once. It will
be easy. You will be in his strong male body and he
will be in your much weaker female body. Just
remember that you will have balls then and a well
directed knee can ruin many a plan."
They talked until it was almost sundown. Then the old
woman announced that she had to go to bed. Donna
left with the vials, directions on how to make the
potion, and a clear understanding of what would occur
if she was to use the potion on her and David.
******
She spent the night at her mother's house. Her mother
told her about her Aunt and how she had always lived
there in the old house, never aging, never dying. Her
mother told her about her grandmother telling her
about how no one knew how old Aunt Cecilia was. She
had always been around and had frequently offered
some sort of magical assistance to family members.
Donna told her about the vials and what was
supposed to occur. Her mother was deadly serious
when she expressed belief in the potions. Donna's
mother told her about some of the things that Aunt
Cecilia had done for other family members with her
magic powers.
She also told Donna that she felt that this was
something that Donna should do. She told her that
after the exchange, that she would still love her and
accept her as her child, only now Donna would be a
son instead of a daughter. She reminded Donna of her
childhood and how she had always played with boy
toys and hated her dolls. How she hated putting on
her Sunday go-to-church dress and taking off her
jeans. How Donna cried when she started developing
breasts because she would have to wear one of those
"stupid" bras.
By the time that they turned in that night, Donna had
almost made up her mind to give it a try. When she
woke the next morning, in her childhood bedroom, she
felt very calm because during the middle of the night,
she had decided to use the potion in the vials on her
and David.
Chapter 3 - Obtaining the other ingredients
She drove home thinking about what she was going to
have to do, to obtain one of the ingredients. Aunt
Cecilia's instructions had been very clear.
1. The vial with the X on the top, must have David's
cum mixed with it and must sit for at least six hours.
2. The un-X vial must have her cum mixed with it and
also sit for six hours.
3. Then they must drink the contents of each other's
vial within ten hours of when it was ready. It could be
mixed with grape flavored wine without being noticed.
4. They must have sex as a prerequisite for the body
exchange to occur and after the sex, they would both
fall into a deep sleep, when the body exchange would
really occur.
5. The new male must establish the dominate
relationship over the new female to complete the
mental bonding.
Somehow, she was going to have to capture some of
David's cum to mix into the vial. And she had to be
careful. It couldn't be contaminated with any of her
body fluids, so she couldn't use a vagina or oral
sample. And David wasn't going to beat off into a test
tube for her.
When she pulled into the driveway just before
lunchtime, she saw David's car parked in the garage.
He was here. If she could get the sample now, it would
have time to mix and then they could have sex. But
even on their honeymoon, David wasn't interested in
having sex multiple times in one day. Getting David to
have sex twice today would require some work on her
part.
She entered the house and found David sitting on the
couch reading a book. It was one of those paperback
romance novels with a front cover showing a virile, half
naked barbarian man holding a wisp of a woman that
he was so fond of. The house smelled from where he
had been smoking one of those damn cigars again. She
yelled "Hi, honey. I'm back. I'm going to take a quick
shower and then tell you about my visit with my
mother."
David mumbled something as he continued reading
his book. Donna went into the bedroom, took a quick
shower, and put on a loose fitting sweatsuit, that had
a zipper buttoning up the jacket. She didn't zip up the
front.
She sat down beside David and informed him "Mother
wants us to come up for supper sometime in the next
couple of weeks."
"Ok." he replied, still keeping his attention focused on
the book.
"I found a old fuck movie that I had hidden years ago
in my room. One that was given to me in high school
and that I used to watch all the time, pretending that I
was one of the stars. I watched it after Mother went to
bed last night and wished that you had been there on
the couch with me." she suggested, in a very soft,
seductive whisper.
"That's nice." he replied as he continued reading the
book.
"Watching the movie made me feel funny inside and
brought back some fond memories of when we were
courting. It made me want you right then. I had to
resist masturbating myself on my mother's couch,
knowing that she would catch me. I woke up this
morning, still feeling very horny and wanting to make
love to you. So I left Mother's house right after
breakfast, drove down here hoping that you would be
home. I imagined that when I walked through the door,
that I would grab you and make love to you on the
living room floor or where ever you were at the
moment." she directed as she pushed the book down.
For the first time, he realized what she had been
saying as he had concentrated on reading his romance
novel. He looked at the gleam in her eyes, the fresh
gloss of her lipstick on her lips and her very nice firm
breasts that were partially hidden by the open sweat
jacket. A faint smile crossed his face as she removed
the book from his hands and dropped it on the floor
beside the couch. She took his hand and placed it
inside her open jacket on her breast. Then she
unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his bare chest.
He began to play with Donna's nipples, and she
responded to his touch by moving closer and
whispering in his ear, letting her warm breath caress
his skin. "I want you, but I want it my way, David. I
want to make love to you. Let me live the fantasy that
I've been thinking about all night."
Donna turned her body so that her head was nuzzling
against his chest. She began kissing down his chest,
around his nipples and over his stomach. "Do you like
this? " she smiled, between licks of his chest.
David stroked her hair as her tongue darted out and
licked his navel as he groaned "Yes, and it's been a
long time since you've been this horny in the middle of
the afternoon."
She raised her head and stared him straight in the
eyes as she whispered "If you want the best blow job
that you've ever had in your life, take your pants off.
NOW!"
With one quick motion, he unsnapped his belt, popped
his trousers and arched his back as he slid his trouser
and underwear to the floor. She grinned and
proceeded to move further down his body, taking
David's semi-erect dick in her hands. "I've been
thinking about what I would like to do with this all
day. I like nice hard erections." She whispered as she
took him into her mouth.
He moaned softly and leaned his head back as he
arched his body so that she would have full access to
him. "Your cock tastes great," Donna groaned,
temporarily letting David's cock slide out of her mouth.
Her mouth was working over him, licking up and down
his shaft. She teased the head and watched as it
twitched from her tongue's slightest touch. She looked
at him with a smile, then proceeded to take as much of
him into her mouth and she could.
"Do you like the way that I do this?" Donna gasped,
and proceeded to take the full length of David's dick
into her mouth and throat. David moaned as he felt
his hard cock captured within her warm, wet, hungry
and deep mouth.
She manipulated his rock-hard dick with her mouth.
As she increased the intensity of her sucking, he
began to thrust gently into her mouth, urging her on
with his moans. She began caressing his balls with her
fingertips as she urged his cock deeper and deeper
into her warm, wet and hungry mouth.
As she sucked his cock in her mouth, she wondered
when he would come and how much he would come.
She continued working her mouth over him,
massaging his balls and stroking a finger gently
against his ass, which seemed to really get him going.
David began moaning louder and louder, looking down
at his dick vanishing into Donna's very unfamiliar but
desirable mouth. Then he began to feel it and grabbed
her head, not pushing it down, but he had to hold onto
something.
A few moments later, she began to feel his cock begin
to twitch and grow harder and she knew that he was
just seconds away from coming. She moved her mouth
up to the very tip of his dick and sucked very hard.
Just as she felt his come making it's way up his
length, she moved her mouth and began jerking him
off so that his cum spurted all over her bared chest
and boobs. He came quite a bit.
When he quit jerking and spewing his cum all over her
boobs, she stood up and smiled as she stated "I've got
to take another shower. Your book is on the floor."
Donna walked into the bathroom and opened the vial
with the X on the top. She scooped off big globs of his
drying cum off of her chest and dropped it into the
vial, watching the power absorb some of the cum's
moisture. When the vial was full, she replaced the
stopper and removed the vial for her cum. She
undressed and sat down on the commode as she
spread her legs.
The sweet smell of her womanly scent quickly filled the
air within the small bathroom. She hadn't smelled that
scent in awhile. She shut her eyes and ran her hands
down over her breasts, down her stomach and through
her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Just this light touch by
herself is enough to make her moan with pleasure.
After all, she was still turned on from what she had
just did with David. She ran one hand back up her
body to her nipple that she teases with her fingers.
With her other hand, she finds her vulva, places two
fingers on either side of her labial and parts her lips.
She tweaks and squeezes her clit, teasing it until she
can stand no more. She slides two fingers into her
vagina, relieving some of the tension that she has built
up. She stretches her vagina by putting the two fingers
in her and spreading them apart inside herself.
Donna is beginning to sweat now, and her nipples are
tingling. Her pussy tightens up on her as she strokes
her two fingers in and out. Her vaginal walls spasm in
and out as her fingers found her hymen. She slipped
in two more fingers into her vagina and jumped from
the jolt of lightening flowing through her body. She
moaned softly as she begins to orgasm. She twists and
turns her fingers inside herself. She works her fingers
in and out of her now sopping hole between her legs. A
soft undulation begins in her stomach as she strokes
faster, then it begins. Her female juices flow freely onto
her hands.
She catches the juice as it flows down, into her vial.
When it was full, she caps it and stands very
unsteadily on her feet. She climbed into the shower
and relaxed as the hot shower flowed around her.
******
David was a little more romantic the rest of the
afternoon. She wanted him that way, but wasn't ready
for him yet; so she had a difficult time of keeping him
aroused, but postponed until the vials were ready.
After all, it takes six hours for the mixture to combine
and she didn't want him to be ready too soon and then
not able or willing to participate when it was time.
He was very curious about the movie that she had
watched. He kept hinting that he would make a copy
to keep at their house for their private use.
Chapter 4 - The remedy
A naked David is sitting in a bedroom chair, watching
Donna's sleeping naked body. They had made love
earlier and the bed was a mess. The room smelled of
dried cum and would need airing out tomorrow. And
the sheets would need changing.
In the dim moonlit light, the woman's sleeping face
looked so innocent and angelic. The man lit a cigarette
and smoked it quietly, while the woman slept. There
was so much that they had to say to each other, but it
could wait until both of them had finished their
sleeping.
Slowly the room begins to lighten as the first gray
tinges of the sunrise fills the room. He watches as he
sees the slight fluttering of her eyelashes as she begins
to wake up.
She slowly opens her eyes and does not see anything
as she focuses on the very familiar room. Then she
turns her head and sees the man sitting in the chair.
She sits up and stares at him, with a very puzzled look
on her face. Then she gasps "Who are you?"
The man smiles and says "I'm now David and you're
now Donna. We exchanged bodies last night."
The woman looks down at her naked body for the first
time and sees the breasts hanging from her small
chest. She jumps out of bed and stands with her
mouth open as she sees herself for the first time. She
just stares into the bedroom mirror at her naked body;
not saying a word. For several moments, she just
stares, then she slowly turns.
"What happened. How is this possible?" she asks, in a
very quaking voice.
"I'll tell you what you need to know, when you're ready.
For now, just be satisfied with the simple explanation,
that you're now a woman. I wasn't able to turn your
former body into a woman's body, so I did the next
best thing. I gave you my body and took your body.
Because we exchanged bodies, we also have to
exchange identities. From now on you're my wife and
I'm your husband. You may call me David as I intend
to call you Donna." commanded the man.
"The fuck I will. I'm David and nothing can change
that. How did I get into your fucking body? Tell me."
screamed the woman.
"Screaming at your husband will get you no where.
You need to calm down and prepare us breakfast
before you clean our bedroom." directed the man.
"Breakfast?? All you're concerned about is your
breakfast after you stole my body. Tell me how it was
done." screamed the almost hysterical woman.
"Very well. You've got a right to know the facts but I
was going to delay this discussion until later in the
day. I discovered a couple of weeks ago, that you were
gay and were having homosexual affairs with men.
That you were taking the female role and even wearing
female clothes during your affairs. I was very
depressed about it and discussed it with someone
whose identity I'll keep secret for now. She gave me the
secret for exchanging bodies, which I used on us last
night. While we slept, we swapped bodies. I woke up
first and have been sitting here waiting for you to wake
up. I exchanged bodies with you so that you can be the
woman that you secretly desire to be." said the man.
"So I had an affair with a man. Is that any reason to do
this to me? Listen, Donna, you've got to swap us back.
NOW. I can't be you." groaned the woman.
"But you are. Just as you made the best of being
David, you now have to work on being Donna."
"Never." replied the woman as she grabbed David's
shirt from last night that was lying on the floor. As she
started to walk by the man, he stepped in front of her
blocking the door.
The woman's face grimaced as she gasped "Are you
going to hold me prisoner until I give in?"
"No, just until the sun goes down. Then you will feel
more comfortable with your new body."
"Fuck off, sister. Or brother, as the case may be now."
yelled the woman as she swung at the man. He didn't
dodge the fist but just let it bounce off of his chest.
The woman hit him again. And again, before the man
grabbed her hands, held her and easily carried her
back to the bed.
"What are you going to do now, rape me?" asked the
pissed off woman as he dropped her on the bed and
started climbing on top of her. Her eyes dropped from
his face to see an erected cock hanging from his body.
"Yes." said the man, as he used his body weight to
hold her under him.
*****
She tried to push me away but I grabbed her much
smaller hands in my new large male hands. Although
my former woman's body has a better muscle to weight
ratio because of my previous overall good physical
conditioning, those muscles are no match for my new
larger male muscles. As soon as she realized that she
was no match for me in her former body, she throws a
knee toward my balls. I was expecting it and managed
to deflect most of the knee so it didn't hurt as it was
intended to.
Although I was very interested in exploring and
learning what it was like to have a cock, and to have
sex as a man; I knew that I must concentrate upon
dominating her and forcing her to become a woman. I
had never had sex with another woman before but it
was something that didn't turn me off. The though of
having sex with my former body had been very
appealing. Prior to her waking up in that body for the
first time, I had worked out a general plan of how to
accomplish this first task in establishing a new
relationship between us.
I lay flat on top of her, holding her under me. She tries
to move me off of her body but I tightens my holds
until she stops resisting. I bring my face closer to hers
as I kiss her while passionately trying to slip my
tongue inside her resisting mouth. My hard and
engorged cock is throbbing against her body wanting
to sink itself into her, but she is still resisting me. I
starts to thrust the lower part of my body against her
body.
She thrashes about on the bed, struggling furiously to
escape, but was unable to do anything against her
former body's weight and natural male strength. I
knew as she struggled madly, that she was fighting
both to break free and to fight down the waves of
unfamiliar lust crashing over her body. Smiling at her
futile struggle, I whispered "You're enjoying this, aren't
you?"
She shook her head although I could tell that she felt
another surge of unfamiliar but wonderful sexual heat
flow through her body. I knew that she was
determined to resist anything until she had time to
think about what had occurred and what needed to be
done.
"No..." she gasped not realizing that she was no longer
struggling.
I slowly dragged one of my long fingers down her
trembling leg and onto her exposed pussy.
Involuntarily, her legs closed on my hand, as if trying
to suck it into her sopping cunt. I placed a finger
inside her as she resisted. A few seconds later, I
brought a shiny, wet finger up to her face. "You've
tasted this before and always proclaimed how delicious
it was." I whispered.
She clamped her mouth firmly shut and turned her
head away as I rubbed my wet finger across her lips.
She didn't' resist and just laid there with her pussy
juice glistening on her lips.
I began to slowly began knead her lightly veined white
breasts, as I whispered "You always did like my
breasts. Now they are your breasts. Do you like it
when I do this? I know that I used to enjoy it very
much. I think that you will like being a woman, having
your man fondle your breasts as I'm doing now. You've
got so much to experience and it is all so wonderful.
All I ask, is that you relax and let your wonderful new
body take control. Let it do what it wants to. Let it
show you what it is like to be a woman."
I was cupping my large warm hands under her breasts
and that simple motion had caused her to relax, so
that I felt that I didn't have to hold her any more. I
knew that she didn't want to escape this now.
Slowly, so as not to break the trance, I whispered,
"Just the heat of my hands feels so wonderful, doesn't
it. You could lay here for hours and let my hands
slowly explore your body, touching you, finding new
spots, new emotions. You enjoy this, don't you? I can
tell by the way that your nipples respond to my
touch?" I placed my fingers on her sensitive nipples
and began a pinching motion with my fingers, which
caused her to lightly groan and tilt her head back.
With that involuntary reaction, I rolled off of her body
so that I was lying beside her. She didn't try to escape
as I continued pinching the hard little nubs of her
nipples.
I touched my lips to her left breast, making sure the
nipple was warmed by my wet tongue as I continued
whispering. "You knew how to please me and I
remember what you used to do to me. You would start
by getting me so aroused that I couldn't see straight.
You would play with my nipples until I was so horny
that I would have fucked a flagpole. You knew the way
to touch me and to turn me on. Now, I'm going to do to
you, what you used to do to me. I'll show you what it
felt like to have a man make love to his woman. You
will feel and experience what it feels like to be a
woman. You will enjoy it. I'll make sure that you enjoy
it. All you've got to do is relax and let me make love to
you. Let this man make love to you. I'm a man. You're
a woman."
I gently took her nipples between my fingers and began
rolling and pulling them in slow, alternating circles. I
was rolling her hard nipples between my strong
fingers, knowing that this effect was electric. She
moaned loudly and her upper body jerked forward at
the first pinch. "See how sensitive your new nipples
are. That feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes," she moaned.
"I want you to try and lay still as I bite and suck them.
I don't think that you can." I forcefully sucked her
breast into my warm, hungry mouth, as my wet
tongue flicked her nipple. I bit her nipple roughly,
knowing that it was sending jolts of pleasure into her
increasingly wet loins.
Knowing that she liked it rough, I grabbed her breasts
at the base and gradually milked them outward as I
alternated sucking on the breasts, until only the
enlarged nipple remained in my mouth. Her almost
constant low moan became forcibly guttural, which
was unusual in our previous love sessions. In her
former male body, Donna had never been vocal during
sex.
The rougher I was on her breasts, the more she
responded, until she was squeezing her legs and
buttocks together in an unsuccessful attempt to ease
the obviously growing aches of her clitoris. She thrust
her hips forward, desperate to feel the pressure
against her new hungry vagina. I knew that she was
becoming more and more aroused as I fondled her
body. Her eyes fluttered and a spasm rocked her body
as she grabbed my head and held me tightly to her
breasts. At that moment, I knew that she would do
whatever I wanted.
When she recovered her breath, I slid a knee between
her legs, placing it easily against the softness of her
exposed vulva. As I pulled the tender flesh of her
nipples, she ground her pussy against my knee. I felt
the lips of her vagina part, and the wetness of her
secretions soon covered my leg. The more force I
applied with my knee, the harder she ground herself
against me. All resistance to my advances had been
replaced by the need to satisfy her new very strong
sexual desires.
Dropping down quickly between her legs so I could see
what my fingers were doing, I spread her labia and
forcefully squeezed the clitoris hood, pulling it up and
down over the wet, swollen head of her clit. I didn't
have time to examine my former clit from this new
perspective because she responded immediately to my
simple action. She was moaning and whimpering as
my fingers stroked her clit. I felt her move and looked
up to see that she was pinching her own nipples with
her new slender fingers.
While one of my fingers slowly stroked her clit, I slid
another finger into the pink darkness of her wet
vagina, causing her to moan loudly and jerk from my
penetration. I slowly probed the opening, feeling the
tight muscles surrounding the vagina.
She tried to pull me up on top of her, as she wanted
me to mount her and fuck her now, but mounting her
at this time, wasn't part of my carefully thought-out
plan.
I resisted her tugging and distracted her by inserting a
second finger into her. Her body tensed and her back
arched as my new long thick fingers pushed into her
warm flesh and penetrated to my hand. My fingers
starting sliding in and out rhythmically, as I pulled at
her inner lips.
She had quit playing with her breasts and was arching
her back slightly. Her arms were stretched out on the
bed and her head was slowly rotating from right to left
and back as she moaned. I knew that she was getting
ready to experience her first female orgasm, and she
would never want to be a man again after experiencing
that wonderful feeling.
Copious amounts of pussy juice were flowing down my
hand, and I soon had another finger jammed into her
hot and wet box. She started humping my hand and I
eased my fourth finger into the sticky folds of her cunt.
That simple motion caused her to scream "Oh god,
Donnnna!"
I pulled my hand out and looked into her glazed over
eyes as I asked "What is my name? You made a
mistake and called me Donna. I won't continue until
you call me the right name."
"Fuck me. Please fuck me. I've got to have you. Please
fuck me, Davvid." she grunted as she tried to pull me
on top of her again.
I put my fingers back in her vagina as I bowed my
head over her clit and began to suck her greatly
engorged clit into my mouth. After a long, low scream
of pleasure, she began to climax. Her vagina opened
completely, and then a series of pulsing contractions
began as she screamed "Arrghhh..."
She twisted and thrashed on the bed, screaming with
release as the never before experienced orgasm finally
exploded in full force, sending wave after wave of
intense pleasure crashing through her body.
*****
I waited until her breathing returned to normal. She
laid on the bed, with a very peaceful look on her face. I
re-positioned myself on the bed so that when she
opened her eyes, she found herself looking directly at
my cock aimed at her face.
"You've got some more things to learn about being a
woman, but I won't show you the rest of it, until you've
demonstrated that you accept me as your man. I know
that you know how to suck cocks. Show me what you
can do with your mouth. " I requested.
She looked at the cock and quietly whispered "I don't
understand what has happened to us and still feel as
if I'm dreaming. I'll do what you want me to do."
I rolled over on my back and she sat up and bent over
my cock. I felt her long, slender fingers wrap around
the shaft as she started rubbing my hard cock against
her closed lips.
Then she took a deep breath as she opened her mouth
and shoved my cock back down the chute of her
tongue
I felt it hit the roof of her mouth and it stopped at her
throat as she made a gargling sound and almost
gagged. Then I felt a warm wetness as the glands
under her tongue welled with a flow of saliva.
She gave a slight moan as she began to move it back
and forth into her mouth. She formed an O with her
lips and dug into my ass with her fingernails, showing
me what she wanted me to do. She wanted me to fuck
her in the mouth. At first I went slowly, rocking my
hips from side to side so my cock would rub against
her inner cheeks.
I lost control from the flood of strange feelings that I
was experiencing. I quickly found that I was humping
her mouth in and out, faster and faster as if I was
fucking a pussy. I could feel my balls bounce around
as I pumped up and down. I can't tell you what if felt
like to look down and watch my new cock slide in and
out between the lips of my former body. She knew
what she was doing because she didn't choke or gag
after the initial swallow, even with the pounding of my
cock against the back of her throat.
She was gulping in breaths of air around my humping
cock. I felt something stir back inside some deep place
within my new body and knew that I would be
cumming soon. Then it hit me. I threw my head back
and felt my abdomen jerked as I exploded into her
waiting mouth.
As the first explosion of cum from my throbbing
cockhead pumped into her mouth, she pulled back,
keeping her lips wrapped tightly around my cock; until
only the cockhead was in her mouth. Then she started
sucking and continued sucking as I jerked and
pumped several loads of my cum into her waiting
mouth. I could see some of it leaking from the corners
of her mouth, but I could feel her as she swallowed
load after load of my thick cum.
When I finally stopped, she let go of my cock and sat
up straight on the bed, looking at me. She had a trace
of my cum drooling down one side of her mouth as she
asked "Why did you hate to give me a blow job? It was
your job as my wife to satisfy me."
I sat up slowly and replied "And now it is your job."
Chapter 5 - David's story
It was an hour later. I was lying on the bed naked,
smoking a cigarette. She was also naked and was lying
beside me twirling a cigar around with her fingers as
she took some puffs of the now too strong cigar.
She looked at the cigar and grumped "No wonder you
never liked these cigars. Just two puffs and it makes
this body so light headed that I would fall if I tried to
stand up."
"You need to either quit smoking or find something
more suited for your new body." I hinted as I caressed
one of her firm breasts with my still hard-to-get-used-
to huge hands. I pinched a nipple hard, causing it to
tighten into a little pink knot. She moaned from the
unfamiliar pleasure that simple action caused. I knew
that she had discovered in the last hour, how
wonderful it felt to have the female nipples mauled.
Among other strange feelings that she had also learned
to appreciate.
She was much calmer now as she laid naked beside
me in her former body. The former body that had
raped her new body. Although she had resisted the
change, as her hormones kicked, she discovered that
sex as a woman was fantastic.
"Why did you do this to me?" she asked as she
examined the familiar, but from a different perspective,
woman's hand holding the cigar. The long delicate
fingers and fingernails were at the end of a very slim
and feminine woman's hand. The wrist and silky soft
tanned forearm were slender without a trace of hair.
"I told you. You really wanted to be a woman. I
couldn't turn your body into a woman, so I gave you
my body and accepted your body as my new body." I
replied.
"Is there any way to change back?" she continued as
she put the cigar down into an ashtray The movement
caused a slight weight change as the female breasts
slightly shifted, resulting in a very unfamiliar different
sensations. I smiled as I knew that it would take some
time to get used to the fact that there were female
breasts on her chest now.
"No. That is why you must learn to adapt as quickly as
possible. Remember the old duck principle. If it looks
like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it must be a
duck. You're now Donna and I'm David. We both have
to be who we are now." I replied.
"I can't call you that." she moaned softly, listening to
the different sounds of her new voice.
I ran my large hands over her very familiar body,
stroking her long, hard thighs, massaging her hips
and buttocks gently as I replied. "It will be so easy. All
you've got to do, is just relax and accept it. You're now
in a body that is more suited to your personality and
desires."
"I did enjoy the fucking that we just did. I can't call it
love, because it was clearly a fucking." she murmured.
"Having your cock slide in and out of me felt really
good. I thought that having a cock in my male ass felt
wonderful, but it was nothing compared to having
pussy lips wrapped around a cock." and she gave a big
smile as she added "And it was such a big cock. Was
that the biggest cock that this tongue has every
wrapped around?"
"Yes, and the only one. I saved myself for you." I
whispered as I gingerly inserted a finger past soft
pubic hair covering her pubic mound into the outer
lips of her pussy and gently stroked her still wet cunt
lips before I rotated her suddenly limp body into the
position that I wanted. My cock was erected already,
straining, and oozing precum as I began to rub the
head up and down her crack, from her cunt, over her
asshole, and back again. She groaned and rolled over
fully onto her stomach spreading her legs for me.
There would be no resistance from now on from her.
She accepts her new sex role. Now all I've got to do, is
convince her to accept her new female identity also.
I rolled over on top of her and between her legs. I
rubbed my erected cock against her wet cunt, and
worked it up and down a couple of times, feeling her
jerk with the sensation. She was sopping wet already. I
began to press it against her cunt with a firm steady
pressure.
"Donna......" She