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My third story, the most ambitious. This one is more romantic and traditional than my previous stories. Perhaps I'll go back to raunchy and weird the next time. Normal Disclaimer Information: Do not read any further if: 1. You are under the age of 18, or 2. You are offended by explicit sexual and/or erotic writing This story describes situations where a man and a woman accidentally switch places, and how they both adjust to their new roles. If this sort of story is likely to offend you, then do not continue. If you have any comments on this story, good or bad, then please tell me so via E-mail! It will encourage me to write more. Thank you, RHMusic - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - BUT WHO AM I REALLY? Chapter 1 "Hi, where ya headed?" She stuck her head into the window on the passenger side. "To Dublin, where are you headed?" Hugh smiled at her Irish lilt, musical, like a light gavotte. "Oh, too bad. I'm not headed to Dublin until tomorrow. But I'll take you as far as Limerick, where I'll be spending the night." "Thank ya, that'd be very kind." She opened the door and stepped in. "And, by the way, my name is Erin O'Neil." Erin was tall and thin, had pert breasts in a thin linen shirt, jeans, and long, wavy, bright red hair tied in a ponytail. Her features were classic - right out of a Pre-Raphaelite painting - and her eyes danced with pleasure. She dropped her backpack in the back seat and closed the door. Hugh caught himself staring. "Oh... and I'm Hugh." "Well goodness, just like my ancestor, The Great Hugh O'Neill." "Except it's just Hugh Johnson. Who was 'The Great' Hugh O'Neill?" "Only the last Gaelic Chieftain of Ireland. But, alas, defeated by the English in 1600." "Wow, that's some pedigree." "Ohhh, just one of many exotic secrets in the O'Neil family tree." "Well then, tell me all about all about it!" Hugh drove on, completely taken with Erin and her lively talk. Her wild and free spirit maintained a deep sense of history and a fierce pride in her native Ireland. It didn't take long to discover that she was setting out from her remote home on the Dingle Peninsula, hitchhiking to Dublin as the first stop on her trip to the United States. Hugh also found out that Erin belonged to a family of farmers, that she helped her parents manage the herd, that her family tree had been traced back over 400 years, and that she was headed to Dublin as the first stop on her trip to the United States. She smelled strongly of wool, which Hugh found to be strangely intoxicating. "So now tell me, mysterious Hugh, what are you all about?" Hugh sighed. "Oh, I'm so dull compared to you. I live in Boston, I'm a manager, and I hate my life." "Oh, Hugh!" Erin exclaimed, "how could ya hate your life when there are so many nice surprises left!" And with that, she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Hugh looked at her, eyes wide, feeling her moist kiss on his skin. "I... uh... um..." He tried, but just couldn't get any words out. Erin smiled. "Well... aren't ya goin' to thank me?" "Thank you? Oh! Thank you! That was so, incredibly, sweet of you..." Hugh blushed deeply. "You're so cute. So, why do ya claim to hate this life so much?" Hugh embarked on his life story. He and some friends from college had started their own company 5 years ago. This was based, in part, on their experience managing the Universities computer's, and the University had provided them with their first contract. Two years later, the fledgling company had been purchased by one of the Baby Bells. After the purchase, things just stagnated. The new company was too bureaucratic, miserly, and insisted they do nothing but service the existing customers. What had been a fun job with friends, turned into something boring and tedious. And just before vacation, he had been informed that his parent company planned to disband his group and fold them into another department. Hugh would be out of a job. That had been two weeks ago. Now that vacation was over, all he could think about was having to go back to work to fire half his staff, and then get fired himself. "And so, 5 years of my life," Hugh sighed, "all those 12 hour days, weekends, everything, working on this product, and now it's nowhere. I hate it. And for what? I'm just wondering what in this world is important. Who am I? I've had no time for family, I have no other interests, and my life's work has gone down the drain." "Oh, you poor thing!" Erin was mocking him. "Poor, poor, Hugh. Let me ask you this, what did ya get when you merged your company. Stock perhaps?" "Well, yeah, I got some of stock." "And what is that stock worth today, hmmmm?" "Well, yeah, it's worth something." "Well there you go. Now you 'ave the freedom to discover what is really important to you. Most people I know would jump for the same opportunity. Most people I know don't 'ave such choices. You're just a lost soul who needs guidance." "And I suppose you're the one to help guide me?" Erin smiled broadly. "My mother always said that I 'ad the very spirit of her ancestors - poets, charmers, enchantresses, and harpists." "I believe it." But Hugh still looked glum and sighed heavily - work was on his mind. He looked up at Erin, hopeful, "Would you like to join me for dinner? My treat!" - - - - - - - - - - - - They arrived in Limerick, a clumsy industrial town and had dinner in a local pub. Throughout the evening, Erin had been sparkling and thoughtful. She succeeded in lifting Hugh's spirits somewhat, but as they stepped out of the pub he felt this ephemeral mood escape. Hugh looked up at Erin. "Listen," he sighed, "why don't you just spend the night with me. I got a suite for my last night's stay, and I can sleep on the couch and you can have the bed. And the way I am tonight, you have nothing to fear." "Well, I was just going to find a hostel for the night..." "Please, I owe you something for being so nice to me." Erin turned towards Hugh and with a light touch under his chin, tilted his head up. She looked into his eyes, searching and thinking. For a second, Hugh forgot everything else, and just looked at her, realizing for a second that here was someone he would miss if they should part tomorrow. The full moon, blood red in the industrial sky, peeked out over her left shoulder. Erin stood up on tiptoe and kissed him on the forehead. "Alright, I accept your offer. But you sleep in the bed. You need it. I've slept in the fields with my sheep, so a couch will be more than enough." "You sleep with the sheep outside?" "Well, it only 'appened twice. Once on a dare, and once when I came home late and forgot me key." "What's it like?" "When you wake up, all ya want is a good hot shower." Chapter 2 Hugh woke to darkness and warm moist lips, which were kissing his forehead. He looked up at Erin who was in bed with him, leaning over, as her long hair (no longer in the pony tail), cascaded over them both, lightly brushing against his face and chest. "Uh..." he struggled to remember where and who he was. Erin brushed her cheek lightly against his, kissed his ear, and then did the same to the other side. Hugh looked up at her, but he had been dreaming of work, and his shoulders pulled inward with the weight of his concerns. "Oh, Erin, why are you being so nice to me?" Hugh curled up into a ball, turning away from Erin. Tears formed and then wetly dropped onto the pillows. "Shushhh" Erin hugged him from behind. After a second she started humming in his ear. The tune was exotic and haunting. Hugh gradually calmed down and he turned towards her with wet eyes. Erin brushed her fingers over his face, wiping away the tears. "This is a very special Gaelic song, very old." She began to sing it again, no words, just notes. After a second, Hugh felt the song work its way in, and a second later he found himself singing too, following along. Although he had just heard it, it came so naturally - like he had known it since birth. Erin leaned forward and brushed her lips against his and Hugh responded, as the both continued to sing. Hugh felt enraptured by the song and her eyes. He looked up and cradled her cheeks in his hands as she did the same with his cheeks. Their motions were in synch, like their singing, as he explored her face, and she explored his, he explored her neck and she his, and she explored his shoulders and he explored hers. Hugh felt more content and trusting than he had ever felt in his entire life. The song they were singing and their synchronized motions made him more aware of what she was doing to him than ever before. He saw through her eyes. He felt with her fingers. As she stroked his chest, Hugh felt what her hands would feel with the light wisps of hairs that grew there. His chest felt what hers would feel, covered with a gauzy linen night shirt, feelings of palms over generous bosoms, lightly stroking a stiff nipple, causing jolts through his body. The two of them hugged tightly, breasts compressed against chest, Hugh felt large hands run down over buttocks, pulling the nightshirt from underneath and then stroking bare flesh and teasing the crevice between. He vividly felt what her hands would feel, as they smoothly traced down a naked back causing goose bumps in it's owner, then traced over the waistband of the briefs, then underneath the waistband. He felt so clearly the waistband trapping his hand inside and the briefs hugging his hand to a pair of muscular buns, which shivered and clenched, trapping the fingers between them. Hugh and Erin parted slightly, fingers which had been stroking in the nooks and crannies behind now slid out and slithered around their hips, each one looking deep into the other's eyes. Hugh wondered if Erin wanted to go further. Did she intend to do more than merely comfort a mentally sick and distressed soul? He looked at her and saw himself from the outside. Fingers worked their way around hips, he felt a hard penis, but was it his hands or hers? The hand stroked, and he enjoying the gasps and sensations he saw flitting across his partner's face. Erin worked her fingers around, and Hugh felt what she was feeling spiritually as well as physically. Somehow, he felt strong fingers work their way between his legs and trace through his pubic hair. He felt a pussy become wet and slick with an intense and growing desire. The song had brought them to one being. It was now just barely whispered, but whispered together, and yet it still filled his mind so he could do nothing but follow the song, wherever it would take him, his guide. So complete was this dreamlike state that Hugh lost track of where he was, whose fingers was whose, who owned the penis, who owned the vagina, whose labia was being stroked and who felt it. Hugh registered the sensations coming from his fingers. Fingers trapped inside of elastic briefs, fingers stroking a silky penis, a hard and straining penis. These fingers gradually pushed down the briefs, no longer trapped now, fingers and penis in the open air, but fingers still holding, caressing, tracing the veins, tracing the ridge around the glans, causing the owner of the penis to jerk in pleasure, with small gasps. Hugh watched as strong fingers moved underneath the linen nightshirt, stroking up and down pussy lips, lubricating them, causing his body to tremble. A finger entered, parted the lips, and pushed in deeply. He felt the finger caress vaginal walls, work it's way deep inside, and touch places he had never felt before. The thumb on the outside gathered some of the slippery fluids and then worked its way between the folds at the top of the pussy. What had previously been tremors now became convulsions, as his entire body pulled taught and he lost his breath. Hugh watched from outside as he saw himself smile at the manipulations which were wrought, manipulations which Hugh felt (in sympathy?) as if they were coursing through his own body. Hugh decided that enough was enough. He got to his knees and worked his way over Erin's body. Only it was Erin who actually rose, and it was Erin who straddled Hugh's body, the nightshirt flowing over them both. It was Erin's body that pushed Hugh onto his back, then reached down, grasped Hugh's penis, lubricated it, and thrust it in deeply, so that the head of the penis hit against her cervix and the clitoris was mashed against his pubic hair. Her body leaned over, hair cascading over them both, and then kissed him deeply, her tongue tasting his saliva, as the two, overcome with single-minded urgency, gradually increased in tempo and pressure, until they pressed frantically together and finally climaxed, first him, and then her. And it was Erin's body which felt satisfaction and pleasure washing over it, and felt the penis throbbing deep inside as her vagina involuntarily contracted and grasped, squeezing the last drops of semen out, full of sperm that worked it's way deep into the unprotected vagina. It was Erin's body, but it was Hugh who felt it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hugh woke with his eyes covered and with gentle kisses being planted on his lips. He woke gradually, enjoying the feelings, and then tried to speak. "Shhh," Hugh heard a whispered voice. He realized that it must be Erin, although her voice was hoarse. The voice continued, "I have a surprise for you. D' ya want to see it?" Hugh held still and nodded his head. "OK. Now I want you to take things slowly." The whisper was very light, and right next to Hugh's ear. "I don't know exactly how this 'appened, but it's amazing, and I hope you like it." There was a pause. "Ready?" Hugh nodded again. "OK, now when I remove my hands, don't panic. Just take your time and go slowly." The hand was removed from his eyes. And Hugh saw himself in a mirror. But it wasn't a mirror. Hugh took a few deep breaths and reached out a hand and stroked the face before him. He felt stubble. He felt masculine features. He felt short, thick hair. Hugh jerked back, scared. "But... but..." Hugh stuttered, "who are you? Why do you look like me? This is impossible..." "I know, but somehow it happened! When I woke up and saw me lying next to me... I nearly fainted!" "I... I don't get it... yourself next to you? Who was next to you? Who are you?" The body, which looked like Hugh, breathed a long sigh. "Hugh," it said, "look at your hands." Hugh held up his hands. They were smooth, thin, and covered with freckles. "Now here," Hugh flinched as his look alike reached out towards his head. "Please, hold still! I promise I won't hurt you." Hugh shook a bit but held still. The hand reached out, grabbed some of Hugh's hair, and pulled it in front for his inspection. The hair was long, wavy and red. It was Erin's hair. Hugh looked up, tears in his eyes, frightened and confused. "Please stop!" he cried. "What have you done? I... I... Who are you?" "Hugh," the man said, "please relax. Before anything else, ya must put your faith in me. I'm your spiritual guide, remember? Now, 'old my hand..." The man held out his hand, palm up. Hugh, now shaking with fright, looked up into his own face. "Yes?" His voice quavered. He saw the emotions on the other man plainly etched into his face. He was frightened too. But Hugh also sensed his deep concern. Someone so concerned for his welfare deserved to be trusted. The Hugh look-alike reached out his hand again. "Here," he beckoned for Hugh's hand. Hugh looked into the man's eyes one more time, then reached out and put his hand into the upturned palm. The Hugh look-alike closed his hand, and squeezed gently. Hugh realized that he had made the right decision. "Now, let us get up slowly, and walk to the bathroom mirror." He helped Hugh out of the bed, and the two of them walked into the bathroom. When Hugh saw Erin and himself, standing together, holding hands, his first thought was one of relief, since the picture was the way it should be. "Oh, thank goodness, I... but..." as Hugh looked closer he gradually saw that something was not right. The wrong person was moving, the wrong lips were talking, and he was looking at himself at the wrong angle. Hugh looked towards Erin - and saw himself. Then looked back at the mirror, then reached up and touched his face... and saw Erin touch her face. "But, what has happened? Who am I? Who are you?" "Hugh, I am Erin! Somehow, I ended up in your body. Somehow, through some cosmic confusion, you ended up in my body! I dunna understand, but it must have 'appened last night when we were together. You are Hugh. I am Erin." "Oh... Oh..." Hugh felt faint, and watched as his vision became fuzzy and gray. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then he woke up in bed. "Hi sleepy head. Didn't get enough sleep earlier? Had to faint on me? You're just lucky I was able to catch ya before ya butt hit the floor." Hugh looked up and saw himself, again. Erin smiled at him: "No, it wasn't a dream. It was real. Hi!" "Hi..." Hugh's voice was uncertain. He looked up at Erin, but saw himself, "do I really sound like that?" he asked. It was like he was watching a home video. It looked like him, he knew it was his body, but still it seemed like someone else - and of course, this time, it was. Hugh reached out and touched Erin's upper arm. He had never felt a man's body so closely before. Of course, he had felt all parts of his own body, but this was approaching it from the third person, much different. He reached up and touched her face, the stubble was so coarse, is this what women feel? How can they stand it? He ran his fingers through her short, black hair, he around the ears, he felt the muscles under the shoulders and upper arms, he ran his fingers through the chest hair. Erin submitted to all of the stroking without moving a muscle. She knew that it would be required in order for Hugh to deeply understand what had happened. But when Hugh tweaked her male nipples, she couldn't help but draw in a breath. "Hold on, that's sensitive." "Oh, sorry," Hugh stammered and pulled back. "It's OK. But here, feel this," Erin took hold of Hugh's feminine hands and then put them on his own feminine face... ...and it was so smooth. Hugh had never felt such smooth skin before. Hugh stroked his face in wonder, no beard, no stray hairs, just completely smooth! And so sensitive... he wondered if constant shaving had desensitized his own face. 'Is this what women feel?' he thought to himself, curiously, 'But then, they're probably used to it and don't notice.' Hugh couldn't stop. He stroked the length of his hair, and marveled at how long it was. How he could run the hair through his fingers for two feet or more before he reached the ends. He discovered some tangles, and then felt a compulsion to work out the tangles, to continue combing his hair with his fingers until it was completely free of tangles and completely smooth. He lost himself for a while simply enjoying the luxury of long and well-kept hair. It even smelled good. Hugh smiled shyly at Erin as he realized how absorbed he had become. Erin smiled back, "It's OK. I was up an hour before you, and I did all the same things. But here, there's more." Erin reached out and started to unbutton the top button of Hugh's nightshirt. Hugh jerked back, pulling the nightshirt closed. "Hey, stop that!" Erin couldn't resist chuckling. "What? Do ya think I 'aven't seen it a million times?" Erin reached out her masculine hand and gently stroked Hugh's feminine cheek. "Hugh, my love, please let me help." Hugh felt his heart jump a bit when he heard Erin call him 'my love'. He looked into Erin's eyes, breathing deeply. He could feel that he was at a threshold, and that if they went further then it would become harder and harder to turn back. Hugh thought for a second. Before he had started his own company, he had always been sexually curious. Of course, he had never thought about switching places with a woman, for that was impossible! But, once in college, he had let himself become seduced by another man. It had been strange playing with another man's cock and sucking it, but it had also been strangely exciting - enough, anyway, that he had also been satisfied. But, ultimately, not as satisfying as having a female partner and sharing in that exotic foreign culture that all women share. He looked at Erin again. Erin stroked his knee gently. "Why not explore a bit? Why not see what it's like to be me?" "Umm... Sure.... Why not?" "Exactly." Erin reached out and unbuttoned the top button of Hugh's nightshirt. Hugh felt the top of his breasts exposed, as the button was undone. Erin reached down to the next button and undid it too. With each button he felt his body become gradually unwrapped, as if Erin was opening a book and the book was Hugh. Erin undid the button at his navel, and then gradually pulled apart the nightshirt. Hugh watched as his breasts were revealed to the open air. He marveled at their perfect curve, the freckles, the largish nipples. Next, Erin grasped each of Hugh's hands, and then gently guided them so that an open palm cupped each breast. Hugh took a sharp breath. They were so sensitive! He hefted them, felt the weight, then gently squeezed and stroked them. He felt muscles and skin that had not existed before for him - feelings that came from new parts of his new body. He lifted each one and felt the warm crevice underneath. It felt good to stretch the skin in different directions. It felt good to massage them deeply. Pleasing and relaxing warmth spread through his whole body. As he squeezed, he could make the bosoms plump in different directions. Hugh pushed them together and created some very pleasing deep cleavage. He pushed them up high, so that he was just able to give them a kiss. Erin joined Hugh as her hands replaced his and she massaged his breasts in circles. She was rougher than Hugh was, knowing how her breasts had felt when she was the woman, and knowing what felt good. Hugh sighed as they were kneaded. She pinched the nipples lightly, causing Hugh to take little sharp breaths, and then pulled them away from his body, stretching them into cones. "When I grew up to puberty, my breasts were so fascinating," Erin confided, "I spent hours stroking them and pinching them." With that, she pinched a nipple hard, and twisted. "Unh!" Hugh grunted. But then, when Erin released it, the afterglow was entirely delicious as the nipple continued to tingle delightfully. Hugh responded with a satisfied murmur. His awareness of his new body increased dramatically. Hugh felt something traveling slowly up his leg. He looked down and saw Erin slowly pulling up his nightshirt. He looked into Erin's eyes and saw that she was watching him, looking signs of desire and compliance. Hugh felt his stomach knot up. "What am I doing?" he wondered. The butterflies caused a moment of nausea as he struggled to control his emotions and think clearly. But clear thinking was clearly impossible. The attention paid to his nipples clouded his mind. With a shock he detected a wet slipperiness in his crotch. Seeing his eyes widen suddenly, Erin stopped, not wanting to rush things. But Hugh quickly reached a hand down to hers, and gently guided her hand forward. She continued her slow uncovering of his inner thighs. Unexpectedly, Erin quickly reached out and grasped both nipples. She pinched them hard, pulled out, shook them back and forth, and then released. "Ow, hey!" Hugh cried out. He tried to cover his brutalized breasts, but Erin grasped his hands and held them firmly at his sides. She then leaned forward, gently licked each nipple, and then blew cold air on them. This time Hugh's whole body responded. His arms pushed out, his hips arched up, his toes curled, his legs squeezed tightly together, and he cried out silently as he was gripped by a consuming sexual tension. Erin smiled, evilly, at her power over him. As Hugh relaxed somewhat, she continued pulling up the nightdress, until it just covered Hugh's new pussy. Hugh couldn't stand it anymore. He reached down to take his nightdress completely off... But as he did, Erin grasped his hands again. This time she roughly held his wrists together with one hand, pulled them over his head, reached behind his head with her free hand, and then pulled him close into a deep kiss. Hugh whimpered and tried to pull away. He had never, ever, kissed a man before, and, like facing some exotic and disgusting foreign food, he was sure that he would hate it. But Erin gripped his hands tightly, and held the struggling Hugh close. Her new male body was so strong, there was nothing that Hugh could do but squirm and submit. After such a rough start, Erin surprised Hugh by making her second kiss a gentle one. She pressed her mouth to his, gently worked her lips, and encouraged Hugh to open his mouth and kiss back. Hugh felt gentle, but insistent kisses. As his emotions took over his body, he parted his lips and started kissing the man before him. The beard stubble on Erin's face was scratchy, her lips had a savory taste. Hugh's mouth was gradually opened as Erin probed with her tongue in a deep French kiss. As Hugh began to lean into Erin instead of pulling away, Erin guided Hugh's hands to her masculine shoulders. The two then hugged tight and continued kissing and exploring. One thing led to another, and it wasn't long before Hugh felt Erin's hard cock penetrate his vagina, as it had been the night before. As they bucked with hips pressed tightly together, Erin just then remembered that she had stopped taking birth control pills three months earlier on doctor's orders. But by then it was too late, and so, while fully realizing the consequences of her actions, she pushed her penis as deep into Hugh as possible, causing him to gasp and climax. The sperm that ejaculated from her penis was added to the emissions from the night before, and it worked its way deep into Hugh. Erin pressed her weight down on Hugh, pinning him to the bed. She held him there for several minutes, with her penis deeply embedded into his fertile vagina, pressed against the cervix, as the last few drops of active semen were squeezed out. Hugh, unaware of what had transpired, enjoyed his submissive position and the raw sexual contact that was forcibly pressed into him. Chapter 3 Hugh sat uncomfortably in the departure lounge. "How do you stand it?" "How do I stand what?" Erin looked up. She was going through Hugh's wallet, minutely examining every credit card, ID, and slip of paper. "This!" Hugh gestured towards his chest. "These clothes are so uncomfortable!" Hugh looked left and right, leaned in towards Erin and whispered "it's like a pair of hands are constant cupping and holding my tits. And the panties are constantly riding up into my crotch. I'm getting horny just sitting here!" "Oh that. You'll get used to it. Or not - you could be sexually stimulated all day long! Wouldn't you be the lucky one!" Erin giggled. It was strange seeing such a cute giggle come from Hugh's mouth. Hugh sat back and crossed his arms. It had been a strange, surreal morning. First, after they had slept all morning, he automatically put on his own shirt and pants when he got out of bed. Of course, the clothes were much to large, and so he tripped and fell flat on his face, which caused Erin to nearly die laughing. "Shit, I can't wear this!" "Tch, tch. A proper young lass should watch her language!" Erin shook her finger at Hugh. "I think it would be best if you wore my clothes, at least for now. At least we know that they'll fit!" And so he had. But the result was a host of strange new feelings that caused his mind to be constantly diverted. Erin had to help him shower, showing him where to scrub and where not to, and how to wash and dry his new long hair. Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about makeup or any of that. But, after his hair was dry (which took forever, even with the Hotel's blow dryer), Erin did braid his hair. As his head was gently pulled to and fro, Hugh realized that he was enjoying the attention. He felt so close and comfortable with Erin, and he thanked her for her capable help. "Why, you're quite welcome!" Erin had replied. "I'm enjoying this too. It's like being with my baby sister." Hugh had blushed at the comparison. But when he looked into the mirror, the braids did make him look like an awfully young woman. Erin was 28, but right now Hugh, in Erin's body, looked no more than 20. Hugh's body was 32. Erin's realization about age made her think twice, "I've lost 4 years of my life!" she said, seriously. "Worse than that," Hugh replied, "given the life expectancy of men, you will die 8 years sooner, so you've really lost 12 years." "Well, aren't you the cheerful one." Erin wrinkled her nose at him. It was a very un-Hugh like expression, and Hugh couldn't help laughing at how incongruous it looked. "Well," Erin continued, "at least I'll still be able to father children when I'm 90." "Well, hopefully we can switch back tonight, so that you'll never have to test that out." All in all, Hugh could barely think straight, and was glad that Erin seemed less affected by her transformation. She took the lead and drove them both to the airport. Predictably, Erin had no trouble whatever driving on the left side of the road. Driving in the passenger seat for the first time, Hugh had nearly panicked when she took sharp turns at 50 miles per hour and brushed too close to the bushes on the side of the road. And there was another thing. Erin had not bought her tickets yet. In fact, she didn't even have enough money to purchase them. "My plan was to stay in Dublin with a friend, do a bit of work, and then wait for a cheep flight in the paper." But Hugh's ticket was for that evening and he knew that he wouldn't be able to pass customs in his condition. So what to do? In the end, Hugh had paid a full-coach fare for Erin to join him. Erin apologized for the expense and promised to pay him back. "You will not! Besides, the money is least of my worries right now," Hugh had replied. Mostly he was worried about what would happen if they couldn't switch back. He tried to control his anxiety, but it was difficult, and he constantly had to rely on Erin to calm his fears. "Why aren't you more worried, Erin?" Hugh asked. "Well..." she thought for a second, "I guess I planned this trip so I could experience strange new things, and I couldn't have wished for anything more strange or more new than this! And besides, my job is more flexible than yours. All I do is manage my father's business affairs." "That sounds like a pretty big responsibility to me." "Well, it can be - especially at auction time. I've always had a good head for accounting and business, so most of the time it's pretty easy." All kinds of little difficulties had had to be overcome. Erin had to distract the lady at the ticket counter so Hugh could sign for the tickets. The pen had felt strange so the signature came out really bad. Probably Erin could have done just as well. Hugh's new proportions made everything feel different and strange, from going down stairs, opening the car door, putting on shoes, to the most basic functions, like sitting down and eating. "Speaking of basic functions," Hugh muttered to himself. He had recognized at least one of the reasons why he was so uncomfortable. Hugh leaned over to Erin and whispered into her ear, "Erin, I have to go to the bathroom." Erin looked back, amused. "Well go on then! The WC is right over there," she pointed. "But you have to go with me!" "Oh, don't be silly. You're a grown up young lady now, I'm sure you can manage." Hugh blushed at being called a 'grown up young lady'. He stuck out his tongue at her, and Erin stuck out her tongue in reply. After a moment to gather his courage, Hugh got up on wobbly legs and headed to the ladies room. Hugh had only been in a ladies restroom once in his life, on a dare in middle school. Now, he had to consciously force himself to go against years of training and step into the wrong bathroom. It was like stepping into a strange foreign land. Really, all of the fixtures were the same, except no urinals and there was a little foyer with a countertop and a bench. But it was the atmosphere that was totally different. First, it was crowded. All of the sinks were in use, and he had to wait in line for the toilet. Second, the smell was nice - of perfume, baby powder, and hairspray. And third, the noise. Pairs of women were chatting with each other, about work, flight arrangements, babies, or men. Hugh felt like a covert operative, undercover, trying to fit in and look like he belonged. "But of course I do belong," Hugh realized, "because I am a woman. I should fit in perfectly." But still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Eventually, a stall opened up and Hugh was able to do his business. The relief was palpable, and Hugh made a mental note to use the bathroom more frequently. Even though he had gone that morning, the feeling of pissing from a place deep within his abdomen was still strange and weird. Different parts of his body were being stimulated and it just went to emphasize how foreign his new body was. Hugh cleaned up, relinquished the stall to the next woman in line, and then went to wash his hands. "Erin?" Hugh completely missed the voice behind him. He reached for a towel. "Erin, it *is* you!" A hand tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around, panicked! "Uh... uh..." "Oh sorry! Did I frighten you?" A friendly Irish face presented itself. "Don't you remember me? Your very best friend from grade school?" Hugh could do nothing but look frightened, like a deer caught in headlights. "It's Margaret! Margaret O'Conner!" "Oh, of course!" Hugh felt relief wash over him now that he knew her name. Hugh reached out a hand. "Is that all I mean to you? Come here." Margaret reached forward kissed Hugh on the cheek, and then pulled him into a warm embrace. For a second, Hugh didn't know what to do, so he tentatively hugged her back. Despite himself, Hugh couldn't help but think how nice it was to be spontaneously hugged by a lovely Irish lass. "Margaret," Hugh exclaimed, "It's been so long! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, it's just being so far away from home. I didn't expect to run into anyone I know." "What do you mean?" Margaret looked puzzled. "You know that I work in the airport. You were supposed to call me when you got into Dublin! What happened?" "Uh..." Hugh stammered, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry, I..." He looked into her quizzical eyes and then understood that he needed help. "Well... I, uh, met someone." "Oh now, did you?" Margaret's smile was radiant. "And now who would this be?" "Well... his name is... ah... Hugh." This was not going well. "Listen, would you like to meet him? He's right outside." Hugh looked at her, hopefully. "Well, of course!" As they walked out of the WC, Erin's face lit up in instant recognition. "Margaret!" Erin rushed forward and gave Margaret a big hug and kiss. This time, it was Margaret's turn to be flustered. She hugged tentatively, kissed back, and then coughed nervously. Erin realized her mistake. "Uh, Margaret!" She looked at Hugh, who looked back, amused that someone else was embarrassed for a change. "Hugh... I mean I've... I mean, Erin... has told me so much about you. I feel like we've been old friends." "Well, certainly pleased to meet you. I see that Erin has found a very... um... friendly... boyfriend." Hugh caught his breath. Someone had just called Erin his boyfriend! For some, inexplicable, reason, this seemed to cause Hugh's heart beat faster. He suddenly felt butterflies in his stomach. "So, what part of Ireland are you from... Hugh?" Erin looked confused. "I'm not from Ireland. I'm from America." She looked at Hugh's driver's license, which she had been studying. "Boston, apparently." Margaret laughed. "Well, *apparently* you must be Irish, your accent is county Galway all the way!" Hugh and Erin looked at each other, astonished. Margaret's comment made them realize that they were still speaking with their original accents! "Oh, that's great!" Hugh blurted out with a surge of joy. Hugh was relieved that he maintained this one small outward sign of his original identity. The other two looked at him. Erin tried to cover. "He means, that we've been together now for a week, and look at how much we've rubbed off on each other! Why, I feel like I've known Erin all my life." 'Me too,' Hugh thought ruefully to himself. 'In fact, I've learned more about Erin in 8 hours than I know about any other person on the planet.' - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *Breeeeeep Breeeeep* The alarm clock had a whining tone which insisted that Hugh wake up. Wearily, he rolled over and turned it off. After a second, he sat up, brushed his hair aside, pushed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He looked in the mirror. "Oh shit!" He ran back, banging his shins on the bed frame, reached and turned over Erin. Hugh saw his male body turn over. "It's true! Wake up, damn it, wake up!" "What, what?" Erin looked up. "Hey, don't you look nice. What's the matter?" "Dummy! I'm still me, you're still you! And it's morning!" "Of course I'm still me." Erin grumbled, but then her eyes opened wide as she understood. "Oh! Oh!" They ran to the bathroom together and looked in the mirror, side by side. "What happened?" Hugh whimpered. "I was sure that we did everything last night just like we had the first time. Where did we go wrong?" "I don't know! I've never had this happen before, so I have no clue what went wrong. I thought we were perfect. Maybe it's something else, like the wrong time of night," "I checked the clock, we were within a half an hour of the previous time - unless the time zone makes a difference." "...or maybe it needs to be a certain time of month, or a certain day of the year." "NO!" Hugh wailed. "It can't be a month or a year! I've got to go back to work. What will I do?" "You mean, go back to work to get fired?" Erin replied calmly. She reached over and pulled Hugh into an embrace. Hugh thought over this, and realized that Erin was right. It probably didn't matter if he never went back to work at all. "You're right. Screw 'em. I'm free now." "Well," Hugh continued, after he had settled down somewhat, "I guess I'll have to call my boss and tell him I'm sick. The bastard can fire me over the phone if he likes." "You could..." Erin hesitated. Obviously, she had been planning for this moment, "or I could go in for you." "Yeah, right. Wouldn't that be a hoot?" But Erin was serious. They debated the pros and cons for nearly an hour. Erin felt that they might be switched for a long time, and if so, they might as well try to make the best of it. Besides, she was having fun as a man, and wanted to see what it was like in America. And further, if Hugh's fears were correct, all she would have to do is go in to work, get fired, tell the staff, and head home. The wickedness of the plan appealed to Hugh. It would be a great joke to play on a stupid company that had ignored all of his great software. But half of him thought that maybe they should wait. Apparently, something had gone wrong when they had re-enacted the ritual and the song the previous night. Perhaps they would get it right tonight? Eventually Erin won out. She told Hugh that she'd carry his cell phone with her all day long, and would call him every half-hour. As Erin showered and dressed, Hugh found a picture of the recent company picnic. He clipped out all of the faces, taped them to a sheet of paper, each face identified by name. He ran through the most important faces with Erin before she headed out. Erin headed for the door. "Wait," Hugh called, "I'm coming with you. I'll need to drive you." "You need to stay by the phone. I'll be fine. I've driven in France many times." After a second, Hugh figured out that Erin was referring to driving on the right hand side of the road. "But, you don't know how to get there!" "I'll call for directions." "Wait!" Hugh rushed up to Erin, whose hand was on the doorknob. "Good luck." Hugh kissed Erin, on the lips. "Have a good day at work, dear!" "I will, honey." Chapter 4 At first, Erin and Hugh were on the phone constantly. Erin drove to Hugh's office, and marveled at how large and modern it was (compared to offices in Ireland). After entering the building, Erin made it safely to Hugh's desk without seeing anyone by going in the back entrance and taking the stairs 8 stories to his office. Wondering what to do next, Hugh suggested that they go through his E- mail. As they went through each E-mail message, Hugh dictated to Erin what to write. This turned out to be a useful technique for Erin to learn about Hugh's office environment, including the politics, customers, and personalities. Unbeknownst to Hugh, she had found a pad of paper, and was furiously taking notes. Next, a tour of the offices. Erin walked around, saying 'Hi' to everyone, and with a combination of picture flash cards and Hugh on the phone, she was able to identify most everyone and mostly avoid embarrassment. Almost everyone asked about Hugh's vacation to Ireland, and Erin was so convincing about how wonderful it was - mentioning all kinds of places that Hugh had never seen, that several of the staff started, right then, to plan their next vacation trip. "What now" Erin asked Hugh. It was now 1:30 PM. Erin had just finished a tuna fish sandwich from the local deli. "Well," replied Hugh, "I guess we better get it over with." 'It,' of course, was the meeting with his boss. The boss had left a voice mail asking for a meeting as soon as Hugh had come back to the office. Erin called and arranged the meeting with the boss's secretary. "She says he's available right now." Erin gathered up all her notes. "Good luck. I'm sorry you have to go through this." "Hey, I'm not the one getting fired. This will be easy for me. I'm just sorry that this is happening to you. But cheer up! At least you have your stock, right?" "Right," but Hugh was depressed, all the same. "OK, see you later." "Bye" Erin hung up the phone with a click, and Hugh waited. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Five hours later, the phone rang. Hugh rushed to pick it up. "Where have you been!! What have you been doing? I've been dying here!!" "Sorry, sorry, I've been busy!" "BUSY?? Busy doing what? What's going on for God's sake?" "Hugh," Erin's voice could barely contain her glee, "sit down, you won't believe this." "Uh, oh, I don't like the sound of this." Hugh sat down. "I bought the company." "YOU WHAT?" "Well, not bought it, exactly, and it was really John's idea, but we convinced your boss that he should spin off your group into a separate company. The Telco will own 25%, and the remaining 75% will be split amongst the new employees. Everyone from your group has signed up! You have 26%, and John has 25%." "I don't believe this." "Believe it. I ran into John on the way to your boss's office. He mentioned the idea, I thought - hey you're about to be fired so there's nothing to loose - and then we went ahead and did it. John was very impressed with my negotiating skills." "And they did it?" After first feeling hurt and angry, Hugh's understanding of what had been accomplished began to dawn on him. "Well, John and I were very persuasive. Also, the fact that we gave back half our stock may have had something to do with it." Chapter 5 Hugh woke up at 5AM the next morning, the unwilling victim of jet lag. He looked over at Erin, sleeping soundly. "How can he sleep so soundly?" he wondered. With a start, Hugh realized that he had just referred to Erin as 'he'. Unable to get back to sleep as the morning light began to filter in, Hugh decided to get dressed and walk to the local bagel shop to fetch some breakfast. After putting on a pair of old jeans, Hugh looked at Erin's bra on the chair and tried to decide what to do. He had not worn it since they had got home from the airport. When dressing for the trip, Erin had insisted that he wear a bra in public. "I'm a proper catholic girl," she stated, matter-of- factly. Hugh wondered if that meant he also shouldn't polish his black leather pumps. As if he had any. In the end, in the spirit of cooperation, Hugh decided to wear it. He threaded his arms through the straps, leaned over, reached back, and after a bit of gasping, was able to join the two hooks. "There must be a better way," he muttered. Regardless, he had to admit that it felt good. The nipples on Erin's female body were so incredibly sensitive, at least to Hugh, and the intimate contact of the bra just caused his mind to focus entirely on his boobs. In public he had felt that everyone was staring at them. Certainly they were ample, but not outrageously so. Not so large that they should attract much undue attention. Hugh squeezed and stroked his breasts for a second and then put on a loose shirt. Finally, he pulled his hair together with a scrunchy (Erin had taught him that after he had complained that it got all over the place), grabbed the keys, and headed out. The feeling that he was impersonating someone was hard to shake. And of course, he was, but with an impersonation so fantastically good that it would stand up to the closest scrutiny. Still, he was acutely aware of his surroundings, of cars passing by, of early joggers running down the beach (Hugh lived in a small condo north of Boston, two blocks from the ocean, in Swampscott). The whole world seemed so alive, his body seemed so new and exciting. Somehow, his whole outlook on life had been rejuvenated. After Erin had got home the night before, they stayed up talking about the new company until 2AM. Hugh couldn't get over how brash she had been. It made Hugh recognize how much fire and energy he had lost over the last 5 years. In the end, John's proposal was something the parent company could not turn down. The stock they gave up was worth more than the original price of Hugh's company. And, the parent would now have an investment on the books, and they could also get rid of the entire group of employees without a loss. In fact, the only real concession was to become a guaranteed customer for a year, with a large initial payment. It would be enough to run the new company for 6 months, after which they would have to find new customers or investments. There were now thousands of details to work out. Hugh planned to rent a second car and do some shopping for new offices today. Erin would work with John on the contractual and legal issues - Hugh had been surprised to discover that she had recently received her MBA from a community college in Waterford. Whatever, once Hugh had explained the basics of American business practices in the software industry, Erin had understood. Hugh realized that she was much better at accounting and tax issues than he ever cared to be. Hugh entered 'Kaegel's Bagels' and stepped up to the counter. "Hi Rick!" he called out. "I'll have double the usual." Rick Kaegel, the owner, looked up. "Well, hello! And what's your name?" "I'm Hugh!" Hugh paused, "...'s new girlfriend! Uh, yeah, that's right, Hugh's new girlfriend. My name is Erin. Pleased to meet you. We met in Ireland." Rick shook the proffered hand. "Well, pleased to meet you! Of course, this means I lost 10 bucks in the pool." Hugh laughed, nervously. "What pool?" "Oh," Rick looked a bit embarrassed. "Can you keep a secret?" Hugh nodded, looking interested. "Well, we had a running bet about whether or not Hugh was gay. I mean, he's a handsome man, and I've never seen him date in the 8 years he's been living here. I had bet that the next person he was going to sleep with was a man." 'My god,' Hugh thought to himself, 'in a way, you did win the pool. But I'll never tell.' "Anyway," Rick continued, "Janice had you pegged. She said you were a ladies man all the way, and liked the 'female mystique' too much to go after men. I guess she was right!" Rick, paused for a second. "Say, you wouldn't know if Hugh and Janice..." "Hugh and Janice...?" "You know... It was against the rules for Janice to... well, approach Hugh, if you know what I mean. She sure wanted to. Well, never mind, doesn't matter now. You're a lucky girl to have him! He's rich, good looking, tall! He'll I'd take him myself if I was you." "Well, thank you. I guess I am a lucky... a lucky girl." Hugh stopped to think. Had he really never noticed that Janice was coming on to him? How dense could he have been? He realized how wonderful Erin had been to so easily charm him out of his shell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Erin was in the shower when Hugh got back with the bagels. Hugh put on a pot of coffee, toasted the bagels, set everything out, and sat down to read the paper. "Well, aren't you the sweetest thing, making me breakfast!" Hugh looked up and smiled. "Don't know if they eat bagels in Ireland, but here you go." "Well, not really, mostly it's eggs and ham. But this looks great. You know, my mother made breakfast for my father the first day after they got married. It's funny, because my Grandmother told her not to. 'If you make breakfast for that man on your first day together, he's going to expect it every day for the rest of your life,' she said, mimicking a broad Irish accent. But mother did it anyway. That's true love." "Yup, sure is. Just don't get any ideas." "Hey, a lad can wish." Erin walked over behind Hugh and put her arms around him. "Mmmmm, you smell nice," Hugh commented. "And you stink! Get your shower! We've got a company to start!" Hugh jumped up. "Yes, sir!" He bounded to the bedroom. "And..." Hugh stopped, mid-bound, and turned slowly around. "Yes?" "Well, you're not going to wear that, are you?" "Ah... I guess. Is something wrong with it?" "It's just..." Erin coughed, "no self-respecting woman would go shopping for office real-estate in jeans and a shirt. A man's shirt, for heaven's sake." "Well what do you recommend I do? All you have are jeans!" Hugh's whine was plaintive. "I was talking to Amy yesterday..." "My secretary??" "Yes, *our* secretary. She's going to join our new company, by the way. Anyway, Amy told me about this really great store in the mall, which has fantastic fashions." Hugh was incredulous. "You were discussing women's fashions with my secretary?" "*Our* secretary. Yes, that's right. It's called Nordstrom's, and wouldn't you know, they have this service called a 'personal shopper' who will help you with all of your purchases. And best of all, it's free!" "Of course it's free, their prices are outrageous! I'd never shop there. I'll just go to K-mart, or Sears, or something." "You will not! I shall not have you parading around my body in some cheep nylon outfit. You are going to look smart. After all, when we switch back, what will all your friends think of me? If we were still in Ireland, I'd have all kinds of proper traditional clothes to wear. But here, I think this is the best solution. And besides, have you seen how much money is in your bank account?" "Uh... I don't know, something, I guess." "Over a hundred thousand dollars! My goodness, Hugh! Don't you ever do anything for yourself?" "Not recently..." "Well, it's about time you learned to treat yourself, and you can treat me at the same time!" Chapter 6 Hugh stood outside Nordstrom's. He looked at it. It was big... and full of women's clothing. "OK, let's go." He bravely started towards the door, but stopped, turned around, pretended to whistle. "This is ridiculous, let's just do it." It was worse than the time he had tried bungee jumping. At least there, it was pretty much out of your hands - just strap yourself in and jump. "So here goes," he thought again, "I'll just strap myself in..." a curious metaphor considering what he was about to be strapped into, "... and jump!" He pushed open the door and headed towards the information counter, which directed him to the shopper services office. "Hi, my name's Francis N. Way, but everyone just calls me Fenway. My goodness, it looks like you've come to the right place. And what's your name?" "Hi, uh, Fenway. I'm Erin. Actually, I've just come for a business suit..." "Nonsense Erin, anyone with a figure like yours who comes to this store with jeans and a loose shirt should realize that it is a crime against nature and art to be dressed like that. Let's get started." After a quick measurement, Fenway took Hugh on a complete tour of the store. As they went through each department, Fenway kept up a constant running interview, asking Hugh questions about his likes and dislikes, colors, fashions, where he was from, what he had worn in the past, how he had got to this awful state of dress. Hugh did his best, running after Fenway, he tried to answer as many questions using Erin's past as he could, but inevitably wove in a good deal of his own background. He explained that he had found a new boyfriend, and that this boyfriend was paying for the shopping spree. She showed her a blank check that he had signed ahead of time, and some credit cards for verification. "Oh, don't worry about that, dear. We get wayward children here all the time. My recommendation is that you take a deep breath and enjoy it." Fenway snatched a blouse from the rack and held it against Hugh. "Definitely cream with that red hair." At this point, Fenway was snatching clothes off racks left and right. By the time they had finished, they both had armfuls of clothing, and Hugh had seen every single department: casual, suits, sports, eveningwear, formal wear, coordinates, business wear, sleepwear, and lingerie. He was exhausted at the variety and breadth of clothing he saw - now that he had been dragged through the other 90% of the department store. Fenway stopped one last time. "I hate to ask. I notice you're wearing a man's shirt. Are you wearing men's underwear, too?" Hugh blushed beet red, and looked down at the floor. "Oh my goodness." Fenway couldn't help but smile. "Well, these are on the house. And we'll also be needing these, these... and these, and your bra size?" Hugh knew this. He had looked it up on Erin's bra before he entered the store. "34C" "... and a pair of these, and let's try these on, just for fun, OK?" They arrived at the dressing rooms where Fenway hung everything up. "Now dear, we need to get serious. What is your upper limit? Should I try and maintain a budget?" Hugh thought about it. It's my money, he realized, I can spend it however I want. And it's not like I'm doing this solely for myself, it's really a present to Erin, for when we switch back. Hugh thought back to Fenway's comment about "a crime against Nature and Art." He couldn't have agreed more, since Erin's body, of which he was the current custodian, was a masterpiece and he was sure it would look exquisite in the right clothes. Hugh came to a decision. He looked up at Fenway and grinned. "Sky's the limit." "Good girl!" And then Hugh tried on every single piece of clothing they picked out, for over four hours. Each time, Fenway would analyze, using subtle suggestions to teach Hugh about color coordination, patterns, figures, and fashions. He discovered that absolutely anything could be fashionable and look good, as long as it was worn at the right time with the right accessories. Hugh had always fancied himself a connoisseur of the fine arts and art history, and he found concepts from art interwoven with fashion in ways that he had never imagined. For example, the way that a look has a goal, or an emotion, or an atmosphere, and the way that all components contribute to the look, and how things that he would have never worn in a million years could look just right together. Each time he came out with a new ensemble, Fenway would come back with more to try on. "How do you do it, Fenway? I'm exhausted just watching you!" "Comfortable shoes," was her reply. Each time Hugh came out of the dressing room, Erin's body, *his* body, at least temporarily, looked better and better. Fenway was getting closer and closer to finding Erin's ideal colors, fits, and styles. "I can sure tell that you grew up on the farm. Look at this skin!" Hugh looked down. He was dressed in just a silk bra and panties. He had gotten over his embarrassment of being naked in front of Fenway over two hours ago. "It's radiant. And you really don't know how to do your hair up? Too busy shearing sheep?" Fenway spent a second showing Hugh how he could pull his hair into a business-like bun. "It can look prudish, or it can look sharp. It all depends on how you finish it off. Here, let me show you." As she worked Hugh's hair, she continued, "and some go all the way with a pair of non- prescription glasses, just for the looks. Normally, I would consider it a sin to hide those stunning green eyes, but your face is so arresting that it might be a good idea." Hugh was in heaven. Janice from the Bagel place had been absolutely correct, Hugh liked feminine things. His delight, which increased beyond measure as he tried on each ensemble, proved it beyond a doubt. Unlike every single shopping trip he had done as a man, this one wasn't tiring at all, but fantastically energizing. And Fenway was wonderful, with just the right combination of critical eye, honest suggestion, gentle cajoling, and appreciation of beauty. And as Hugh watched his reflection in the mirror, he saw aspects of Erin's body revealed that, at times, nearly took his breath away, and, at other times, caused him to dissolve into giggles of delight. Like the curve of a bare neck or shoulder, an ear highlighted with just the right earring, a pair of pert eyebrows peaking up over her business glasses, an incredible waist, and astonishingly long legs. But he saw something else which he couldn't quite place a finger on. Something about Erin that he noticed as he tried on each ensemble, starting with casual knits, sweaters, light skirts, cool summer dresses, shocking halter tops with bare midriffs, one- piece dresses for casual affairs, sharp business suits, other, more casual, business clothes, more formal dresses, and finally a stunning and expensive evening gown for a formal night out. Hugh nearly fainted when he saw the price of the last item: $1,800 dollars. Fenway looked down at her gasping customer. "It's a lot, I know. But this is *it*. This is the dress that goes beyond just displaying your best assets - of which there are many, I might add. This is the dress which defines you as a woman." Hugh had to agree. He didn't know exactly when he (or Erin) would be able to wear it, but he had to have it. And last came the bill: $4,300 dollars. And that didn't include the $400 he spent on shoes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The bedroom looked like it had been worked over by the FBI. Clothes were everywhere, draped over everything. Erin walked in and just stood there, dumbstruck. "What's happened here?" Hugh jumped up, surprised. "Oh!" He had been trying on different combinations of skirts and blouses trying to decide what went with what. "Hi. Ummm, how was your day?" Erin just stood there. "Hugh?" "Well, I guess I went a little overboard. I had such a good time! I couldn't believe it! Oh, Erin, I wish you had been there! Here, let me show you..." Hugh went though each and every sweater, blouse, jacket, skirt, suit, and accessory. He actually tried on most of the outfits and modeled them, runway style, for Erin, who applauded and praised Hugh as much as she could. Erin was astonished. "Hugh, I suggested that you go and shop for some clothes, but I never thought...." "Oh I know, but Fen was so incredibly helpful..." "Fen?" "Oh, my personal shopper! But wait until you see this formal gown I bought, it's out being tailored, but when you see it you'll just die!" Hugh stopped and saw Erin looking away. "Erin? Are you OK?" "I'm fine." Hugh sat down on the bed next to Erin and hugged her. She was crying. "Shhhhh, baby. What's the matter?" "Oh Hugh!" Erin sobbed, "I want to shop for clothes! I want to have my own personal shopper!" "Oh, sweetie, you can! She assists men too! Just set up an appointment and get a spiffy new suit, or a new tuxedo, or something." Erin sniffed, "It's not the same." Hugh hugged her, "I know. But maybe it will be close enough. Have you enjoyed being a man?" Erin looked at him, through her sniffles. "I guess so, I mean, everyone treats me so well, I like working on contracts and doing business, I like being president, I like it how everyone defers to my decision and asks my opinion..." Hugh reached down, "do you like this?" he started manipulating Erin's penis, gently squeezing it. "Oh, I *really* like that." "Really? Better than when you were a female?" "It's different. They're both good, but in different ways." "How about this?" Hugh unzipped the pants and reached in to stroke more seriously, through the cotton briefs. "Mmmmm." Erin's tears had stopped and she reached forward and started to unbutton Hugh's new silk blouse. Hugh pushed away Erin's hands. "Not this time. You just lay back and let me take care of you. As Hugh continued manipulating Erin's penis, he gradually opened up and worked her suit pants down and off her legs, and then, with a deep breath, reached into her briefs and grasped the bare penis. The intimate contact caused Erin to moan. She lay back just enjoying the sensations. Hugh had never been this close to a man's penis before. Of course, he and Erin had had sex the last two nights, but it was always Erin who had controlled things, as they had been trying to recreate the night where they had switched, in a hope that they would switch back. So, this was the first time that Hugh had held Erin's cock in his hand, and the first time that his face had been within 6 inches of it. Of course, Hugh had played and masturbated with his own cock, when he had one, for days on end. So, he knew it intimately, and he knew exactly what felt good and what didn't. But facing in the third person was completely different. It felt alive in his hand as it grew, it throbbed a bit as Erin flexed her abdominal muscles. As it grew harder, it somehow felt more fragile, as Erin could be easily hurt if he squeezed too hard. Of course, Hugh knew better than anyone that the frailty was just an illusion, and he knew that rough and heavy treatment was better. Hugh reached down and cupped Erin's scrotal sac. First, he ran his fingernails very lightly across the surface. This caused Erin to take in a sharp breath of pleasure. He did this for a few seconds more, knowing how the ultra-light teasing caused the entire surface to tingle and come alive. Next, he grasped them, moderately hard, and squeezed and manipulated the balls inside, rolling them through his fingers, and squeezing each one until it slipped out of his grasp. "Oh Hugh! Oh my god..." Erin couldn't believe it. She had never had testicles before, and had no idea that they were so incredible sensitive, or that such rough manipulation could be such an incredible tur