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Taking a deep breath and letting it back out again, I felt the tension practically drain out of me. I had finished up a major project at work early and as a reward was given the rest of the day off. Almost immediately I'd called up my girlfriend who had the day off already. Now we were both taking out time and strolling down town, heading towards the Morley Cafe, a pretty good place for a late lunch. Glancing over to my girlfriend Melissa, I smile at her, unable to help but think how lucky I am. She has strawberry blonde hair, emerald green eyes and a fantastic figure. As far as I'm concerned, she's the most beautiful woman on Earth. Next to Pamela Lee, Claudia Schaeffer, Anna Nicole Smile and a few others whom I don't dare mention anywhere near Melissa of course. And what made her even more impressive was her job. Melissa was an auto mechanic, though one wouldn't guess that from her looks. Several of my friends kept giving me a hard time about my girlfriend being a grease monkey, but I always laughed it off. Instead of being embarrassed about it like they thought I should be, I was rather proud. I was all thumbs when it came to cars, so was very glad for Melissa's help whenever something went wrong with mine. Besides, I loved to look at her ass as she leaned over while looking under the hood. As for me, my name is Rick Bennet and I have what I refer to as a Dilbert Job. In other words, I spend all day long trapped in a cubicle and working on a computer. Fortunately though I don't have a pointy haired boss. In fact, my boss is pretty cool. A little annoying at times sure, but he does have common sense and that makes up for a lot. Clasping Melissa's hand in mine, I smiled at her again and suggested "How about a movie tonight" Melissa looked thoughtful for a minute, then grinned "Sure. I'd love to" It was just a moment later that suddenly a homeless man jumped out in front of us, startling me badly, and I saw that Melissa looked just as startled. "Watch it" I snapped back, waiting for my heartbeat to slow down. I hadn't seen him coming and it was almost like he'd just popped out of nowhere. Looking at the homeless man, I saw that he was old, had long greasy white hair. He was dressed in ragged and filthy clothes that made my nose scrunch up at the smell. His face was rather scruffy looking and he had the bluest eyes that I've ever seen, and they were looking right at me. "Give me some change" he demanded rudely in rough voice. I winced, remembering all the stories I'd heard about crazy people on the streets. God I hated being stopped by these homeless people. It always made me uncomfortable to have them begging me for money. "Give me some change" he repeated. At this point I was getting annoyed, still thinking about how some of the homeless people were mentally ill, and this guy certainly looked it. Looking at this wild eyed homeless man, I did what I always did when beggars came up to me. I lied. "Sorry" I told him, giving a helpless shrug, "I don't have any change on me" The old man glared at me with his wild blue eyes, then at Melissa, who clasped my hand tightly. "Give me some money" he demanded of her, a sneer on his face. Following my lead, Melissa protested "But I don't have any change on me" The dirty old man glared at her and then at me, his wild eyes seeming to look right through us. Then he screamed "LIAR. Liar, liar, liar!" Then before I'd realized it, he'd somehow grabbed my right hand. I tried pulling it back, but was surprised by how firm his grasp was. He held me tight. Then I noticed that he'd grabbed hold of Melissa's right hand as well. The old homeless man glared at us, muttering under his breath, then he started chanting in a badly off-key voice "Bit by bit......and day by day....you'll become each other......nearly every way" Then with a wild cackling laugh, he let loose of our hands and rushed off into the crowd, disappearing moments later, though his insane cackling echoed in our ears. Gulping, I looked down at my hand in disgust. Who knew what else that guy had been touching. Still, I couldn't help but feeling a little pity for him. Turning to Melissa, I forced a smile. "I don't really feel hungry anymore" I told her. She quickly nodded agreement. Feeling more shaken up than either of us would admit, we quickly turned and started back towards our apartment, in the opposite direction that the old man had gone in. Later that night after the movie, Melissa and I walked out grinning. "Christopher Lloyd made a pretty good Martian" I told her excitedly, still chuckling slightly from several of my favorite scenes. "Good movie" I added. "Not bad" she said more reservedly, though still smiling as she said it. "Not bad at all" "Just not bad" I responded with mock anger, "You've got to be kidding" Then I put an arm around Melissa's shoulder as we walked towards my car. Stopping in front of the car, I pulled close to Melissa to give her a kiss, when suddenly she pulled away from me with an "Ouch" "What's wrong?" I quickly asked, seeing that Melissa was rubbing at the back of her neck. She stopped rubbing and said "Your fingernails scratched me" "No way" I grinned back, "My fingernails are too short" I held my right hand out for her to see for herself. My tendency to keep my nails real short made it difficult for me to open bottles of pop, much less scratch anyone. But instead of the reaction I had expected from Melissa, her eyes widened and she stared at my hand. Curious as to why she was acting so strange, I glanced down at my hand and my own eyes went wide with disbelief. My hand didn't look right. My nails were inexplicably not only pained a bright red, but sticking out past my finger tips by a quarter inch. "What the hell?" I asked confused, staring at my hand in shock and wondering what was going on. I was so caught up in the fingernails that it took me a few moments to realize that the rest of my hand was off as well. It was smaller than normal, and looked a bit more delicate. Definitely not my usual hand. Though I was still staring at my own hand, I finally noticed that Melissa wasn't looking at it anymore. She was staring at her own hand in shock. My eyes quickly followed hers, stopping on her right hand. "My God" I gasped, noticing that it was bigger than normal, and lacking the usual nails. And it looked familiar as well. Then it dawned on me. That was my hand. "This can't be happening" Melissa gasped, holding her new larger hand out next to her normal one, comparing them. "This isn't possible" I did the same thing she was doing, thinking the same thing. It wasn't possible. It just wasn't. Gulping, I looked at Melissa then glanced around the parking lot. "Maybe we should continue this at home" I suggested. Melissa nodded faintly then hurried to the passenger side. I took one more look at my own suddenly changed right hand and shook my head in disbelief before climbing into the car myself. The whole drive home, I kept looking at the strange hand on the steering wheel, wondering what it meant. I glanced over at a very silent and thoughtful Melissa, wondering if I should say something comforting, but not knowing just what I could say. Instead, I just remained silent as well. Nervously I wiggled my unfamiliar fingers, and the words of the strange old man from earlier came back to me. "Bit by bit...." he'd said. I forced the rest of that thought away for the moment, not really wanting to remember all that he'd said. Not yet. As soon as we'd gotten back at our apartment, Melissa and I sat down in the living room, quietly staring at our own hands, still lost in our own thoughts. In our own worries and fears. It was Melissa who finally broke the silence. "I've been thinking" she held up her hand (or was that my hand?) and said "That crazy man this afternoon must have something to do with this" I nodded, already having come to that conclusion myself, though I didn't know how he could have had anything to do with it. How could this even happen? Melissa continued, "He said something about us becoming each other" She looked embarrassed and uncomfortable, and I waved for her to continue "We've got to find him and make him fix us" "Tomorrow then" I told her, thinking that we'd both have to take the day off. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long. After a short while longer, we both started towards the bedroom, deciding that going to bed early might be a good idea. As soon as we were in the bedroom and undressed though, Melissa jumped on me, knocking me onto the bed. "I'm not really sleepy yet" she chuckled, giving me a quick kiss. I grinned, feeling myself starting to get hard. "Besides" she giggled, holding up her own normal hand, "I do so like to work with my hands" Then with that she went to work, demonstrating just how talented her hands were (even if one of them was borrowed from me). Waking up the next morning, I smiled at the sight of Melissa still sleeping next to me. As I playfully started running a hand over one of her breasts, I suddenly stopped, my eyes going wide at the sight of my painted fingernails. Shit, I thought to myself, remembering the night before. It hadn't been a dream. With another quick glance at Melissa, I carefully crawled out of bed, not wanting to wake her up just yet. Quietly making my way to the bathroom, I relieved myself, yawned and scratched at an itch on my chin, only to cry "Ouch" as I scratched myself with my new nails. Annoyed, I looked at my hand, hating the sight of the bright red nails. Sure they looked hot on Melissa, but not on me. There was no way I was going to keep them. "How can women stand these things?" I growled in annoyance. "Nail polish remover and the clippers" I told myself, knowing that they were just what I needed to get rid of the damn nails. It wouldn't make my hand look completely normal, but it sure as hell wouldn't look so damn feminine. After searching for several minutes, I found the polish remover, but still hadn't found the clippers. "First things first" I told myself as I carefully started cleaning off the nails, wincing at the strong smell. "Now for the clippers" I told myself when I was finished, knowing that Melissa wouldn't be very happy about it when we got back to normal, but I figured that I'd deal with that when the time came. Yawning again, I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with some cold water, hoping that it would help me wake up a little quicker. Looking up when I was done, I smiled at my reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror, then stopped and stared. Something was wrong, but It took me several moments to realize just what it was. "My eyes" I gasped out, seeing a pair of emerald green eyes staring back at me from the mirror instead of my familiar brown ones. "Oh no" I said in shock, realizing that it hadn't stopped. That whatever happened to me must still be going on. "Shit" I finally gasped out, turning and hurrying out of the bathroom, the clippers forgotten about for the moment. I waited impatiently for Melissa to wake up, nervously wondering how I was going to point out that our eyes had changed. Fortunately nothing else seemed to have done so, which was one relief, though I didn't know for how much longer. Finally Melissa groaned and climbed out of bed, her eyes looking somewhat dazed and blank. And I noticed, very brown. Coughing for attention, I said "Melissa, take a look at my eyes and tell me what you notice" She shook her head, frowning and groaning slightly. After several moments, she squinted at me in semi concentration (as much as I could get from her that early) and shook her head "I don't know" she mumbled, still half asleep. "How about the fact that they're normally brown, but now they're green" She looked again, this time her eyes widened in realization. Shaking her head, she told me that she needed a shower, and without another word she stumbled to the bathroom. I felt a little relieved, since Melissa does tend to be a little grumpy in the mornings. Shrugging, I did what I always did until she had her first cup of coffee; namely, staying out of her way. While I was waiting for Melissa to finish with her shower, I poured myself a cup of coffee, and made sure that one was ready for her as soon as she got out of the shower. We had a lot we needed to talk about, and we'd need to start looking for that weird old man as soon as possible. Just then Melissa burst out of the bathroom door, a look of shock on her face, which was also surprisingly awake. Wide eyed, she stopped and stared at my chest, gasping "Oh my God" "What?" I asked fearfully, glancing down but noticing nothing out of the ordinary except my still being in my underwear. Then looking again, I gulped. It was my nipples this time. They were huge. A lot bigger than they normally were, and a lot darker. They stuck out way too far as well. "Shit" I muttered, glancing back at Melissa and seeing that my much smaller male nipples were on the ends of her breasts. A rather odd sight, but not so much as my own chest. "This can't be happening" I said, knowing however that it was. "We'd better find that guy quick" Melissa told me nervously. "I don't want to know what will change next" I nodded, agreeing full heartedly with her. For several hours, Melissa and I walked around town where we'd run into that wild eyed homeless man, carefully looking for any sign of him. When we couldn't find him on our own, we had to start asking other people if they'd seen him. Unfortunately, no one seemed to know anything about him, or even remember seeing him around. Even the other homeless people didn't know him. However, there were one or two homeless people that suddenly paled at our description of him, then they clammed up, claiming that they knew nothing. Just as quickly they ran off. I was getting pretty impatient and beginning to get really worried, and I could tell Melissa was feeling the same way. "Where could he be?" she asked me with a frown, looking around. I shrugged, frowning as well. Just as I was trying to think of where else we could look, my foot suddenly slipped, making me nearly break my ankle. "What the hell?" I demanded, shaking my foot which was suddenly very loose in my shoe. With a sinking feeling I knew what had just happened. "Melissa...." I started to ask how she was, then stopped when I noticed that she was sitting on the ground with a look of pain on her face, struggling with her shoe. "Please" she winced, tears coming down her cheeks, "This hurts" "Just a second" I assured her, grabbing hold and working at her now much too small shoe. After managing to get it off, much to Melissa's relief, I nervously looked at the too large foot which was stretching her nylon to its limits. "This isn't good" I grumbled, shaking my foot in my shoe and gulping as I did so. "Not good at all" After I'd helped Melissa to her feet, she looked at the too small shoe in her hand and sighed, looking rather tired. "Maybe we should trade shoes" she suggested. I didn't much like that idea, not wanting to wear her girlie shoe, but unfortunately, her suggestion was perfectly practical. With a sigh, I reluctantly bent over and started taking off my shoe. After several more hours of fruitless searching, Melissa and I limped back to our apartment (literally), tired, sore, and greatly disappointed. As much as we'd looked, we hadn't found any sign of the old man. And what was worse was that just before we'd gotten home, our left forearms had changed as well. It looked just as strange seeing my normal left hand on what looked like Melissa's left wrist as it was seeing her hand on my right wrist. "God I'm bushed" Melissa said exhaustedly as she sat down in the living room. I yawned, feeling rather tired myself as I sat down across from her. Uncomfortably, we both just sat in silence, staring at each other and wondering when this was going to end. Fearfully, I realized that if this kept up for very much longer at all, I'd never be able to go back to work. Sure, I could pass myself off as normal now, with some creative excuses and being careful, but if this went any further, there was no way. Once Melissa and I had eaten a quiet dinner, I suggested that we both call in sick again in the morning. We had to find that guy, and we had to find him soon. I didn't know how much more of that I could take. And since he'd said that we'd become each other, I was afraid that I was going to find out. God how I hated that thought, quickly pushing it out of my mind. That was one thing that I did not want to think about at all. Finally we went to bed early, neither of us in any kind of mood for games, and both of us nervously wondering what the next day would bring. Quietly I whispered "Good night" shivering in the realization that it had been in Melissa's voice. It was with a feeling of dread that I finally went to sleep. In the morning I'd found that overnight I'd gained a mop of strawberry blonde hair. It went all the way down to my shoulder blades and felt strange rubbing up against my neck, but as strange as it was for me, the sight of Melissa's beautiful face underneath my own short cut brown hair was even stranger. "I don't want to go out like this" she whined to me (sounding odd in my voice), running a hand through her now short hair. As I ran a hand through my own, now long hair, I agreed fully, but wasn't about to give up on finding that bastard yet. Looking around the apartment for some inspiration, it finally dawned on me. With a forced grin I handed Melissa a stocking cap, figuring that it would hide her hair. As for me, I tied my hair up in a pony tail, and stuffed the end of it down the back of my jacket. Hopefully no one would look too closely and notice how strange we were becoming. "We'll have to find him today" I told Melissa nervously, realizing that I couldn't go to work like this now. Though I could cut my hair and nails, too many other small things have been changing, including my right upper leg during the night. "If not........" I shuddered at the idea. For a second day in a row, Melissa and I started our search for the crazy old man, already afraid of what might change on us while in public, but more afraid of being stuck all messed up. Finding the wild eyed homeless man was our only hope, and we both knew it. Slowly and with increasing apprehension, Melissa and I searched around town, again with no signs of the old man. Once again no one had seen him, or at least admitted to having seen him, as much as we pleaded. In the middle of the street, I suddenly felt my waist contract, and with a quick glance at Melissa's waist, which had just caused her shirt to tear with its increased size, I winced. "God, what next?" I asked, afraid to know the answer. My new sized waist felt extremely odd, but I didn't doubt that Melissa was feeling worse with her clothes being too tight. "Are you all right?" I hesitantly asked her. "I......I'll be all right" she said hesitantly, pulling her coat tighter around her and zipping it up as she said so, ensuring that she was covered up properly, even if uncomfortable. "Let's keep looking" she suggested with sudden determination. I nodded half heartedly, beginning to suspect that it was useless. Still, Melissa wasn't ready to give up so I had to keep trying. We had to keep trying. "Let's go" I told her, gently grasping her hand in mine and squeezing it. Melissa smiled back and we continued our search with renewed resolve. By the time that we'd returned to the apartment later that evening, Melissa and I were both exhausted and downhearted. We'd failed. Even though we'd scoured every bit of the city that we could in the time available, we still hadn't even found one trace of that man. Not one. "It'll be all right" I told her, not believing it myself. Especially not when moments later my whole sense of balance shifted, and my pants suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. Immediately I stripped my pants off, staring in horror at my hips and ass, now looking extremely feminine. "OH SHIT" I muttered, almost at the point of panicking, but not daring to do so in front of Melissa. Melissa's eyes widened in horror as she stared at me, and at herself. "Now we can't even go out anymore" I shuddered, realizing that it was true. For one thing, I couldn't wear my own pants anymore, and hers wouldn't fit me yet either. That either made me shudder even more. "We look like freaks" She suddenly burst out crying, "I'm a monster" Wrapping my arms around Melissa in a hug, I lied to her again "It'll be all right" I whispered to her, soothing her with her own voice. "But how can you still love me?" she cried, "I'm a freak" "So am I" I whispered, "So am I." Clinging tightly to each other, Melissa and I offered each other what comfort we could, taking solace in the face that we weren't alone. That we still had each other. Waking up, I was slightly startled to notice that Melissa was up before me. That wasn't something that happened too often, though I was feeling a little too groggy and irritable for some reason to think about it. At least not at first. Once I'd finally had my coffee and woken up, I realized that I was becoming like Melissa in that as well. Now she was the one who was beginning to wake up earlier and easier, and I was having a hard time. If that much about us was going to change, I shuddered at what else might. Since it was Saturday, neither Melissa or I had to call in sick to work, which was a great relief to both of us, since we'd already called in sick too often, and we sure as hell couldn't go in like we were. I had one breast for God's sake. I'd woken up in the morning, with Melissa's left breast. Talk about unbalanced and uncomfortable. Neither of us was in any condition to go out in public at all, not even to look for the homeless man that had caused our problem. Reluctantly we were both forced to admit that we'd have to stay hidden until this had finished, which by the rate it was already happening, would only be in another day or two. We were already halfway swapped, and getting more so every several hours. For the next two days, Melissa and I hid in the apartment, clinging to each other for support, dreading what was going to come next. The only thing that kept us both sane was our love for each other. But even as I was hugging Melissa, the words of that strange old man kept haunting me, running through my mind with that cackling laugh and his piercing blue eyes. Every time I looked at either Melissa or myself, I was reminded of his eyes. Of his laugh. "Oh God" I found myself crying out on the couch, "Why me?" I cried to myself for several hours, while Melissa sat leaned up against me for comfort, having already cried herself out. I was too scared to even be ashamed of it. By the night of the second day, Melissa's face stared back at me from the mirror. Her whole body seemed to stare back at me, except for only a few parts on my arms and legs, and of course between my legs. However I knew even retaining that much of myself wouldn't last. The only good thing was that we were finally able to wear clothes again, albeit each others. God I hated putting on that bra, and Melissa seemed to get a lot of amusement out of it, though at the same time I kept noticing a pained look in her eyes. She obviously missed her "old friends" as she called them. Going to bed that night, I felt a dread, wondering if I'd still have my penis in the morning. I'd already accepted that I'd lose it with what was going on, but I sure didn't like it. Not one tiny bit. Gently holding my equipment in her hands, formerly my hands, Melissa forced a smile and whispered "Let's make love" I nodded, feeling myself responding. Eagerly I went at her, as if it was going to be the last time that I ever would, which I realized that it just might have been. Crawling out of bed Monday morning, I had to struggle just to get myself to the coffee pot, thankfully accepting the cup that Melissa silently offered me with a faint grunt. I couldn't believe how groggy and irritable I was feeling, though I'd had to go through it the last couple days, each one getting a little worse. And what made it even more annoying was how awake Melissa seemed to be, and she'd even gotten up before me. I grumbled and grunted, not being very nice or very polite until after I'd finished my cup of coffee and started to wake up. Once I was awake enough to think straight, I did a quick examination of myself, under Melissa's watchful eye, looking to see what had changed over night this time. I gasped, finding that my fears of the night before were correct. My cock was gone. My penis and testicles were missing, though a slight mound with a moist slit was in their place. "Shit" I mumbled numbly, not too surprised since I'd been expecting it, but still finding it hard to deal with. Melissa just looked embarrassed, avoiding my eyes, obviously just as uncomfortable with her new equipment. While I was starting on my second cup of coffee, Melissa sat down on the couch, crossing her legs in her normal manner, then suddenly wincing and moving her legs apart. Looking rather pained, she asked me "How do you guys deal with this?" "Very carefully" I joked, trying to lighten the mood up a little. Melissa just nodded, carefully sitting with her legs apart. "I'm going to take a shower" I told her, already on my way to the bathroom. I was curious to examine myself a little closer, but far too self conscious to do it in front of her. I didn't want to have to face my loss, but knew that I would have to and soon. Especially since I was feeling a need to relieve myself. In the bathroom, I carefully looked myself over, ignoring my embarrassment and discomfort, but thinking all the while how strange I looked. I still had a couple parts of my own on my arms and legs, and the big hairy spots looked very out of place against the rest of my body. After my examination, I quickly showered and got back out, wondering what I was going to do. Back in the living room, I found that Melissa was already dressed in my clothes, scaring me with just how much she looked like me. The long sleeves and pants hid the out of place parts, making her look like a normal man (who was now several inches taller than I was). Looking slightly embarrassed, Melissa told me "I called both our jobs and told them that we were sick, though they were asking a lot of questions." I groaned, realizing that we'd taken off so much time already that we were bound to be fired. "I figured that now we can pass as each other, maybe we should look for that guy again" Thinking about it for a moment, I realized that she was right. Once again the search for the strange homeless man came up empty, and feeling dejected we returned to the apartment, beginning to realize that this might be forever. That we'd be stuck as each other for the rest of our lives. On the way back, Melissa and I talked a little, but avoided the thought that was on both of our minds. Namely, what we'd do if we were stuck as each other. That night we went to bed, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Though we were both curious about our new sexes, neither of us had any intention of exploring them. It was just too spooky. Silently we went to sleep, knowing that the final piece of ourselves that we still possessed would be gone in the morning. Tuesday was pretty much like the day before, with us both looking for the old man, but this time knowing that we weren't going to find him. We'd come to realize that whomever he really was, he didn't want to be found and we weren't going to find him. No matter how much we tried. Since we had changed completely into each other, Melissa and I concluded that the changes were over. Unless we started trading parts back again, but neither of us gave that serious consideration. The homeless man hadn't said anything about that, and we didn't want to get our hopes up. Eating lunch at the Morley Cafe, I felt so out of place. Everyone who looked at me saw me as a woman. As Melissa. I wasn't sure how to deal with that, or with the fact that Melissa was now a man. Realizing that there was nothing that I really could do, I figured that I'd just have to deal with it one thing at a time. Fortunately I still loved Melissa, regardless of how she looked, just as I knew that she still loved me. Absently I ate the tuna sandwich that the owner had brought out to me, assuming that I was Melissa and giving me her usual. I hadn't bothered protesting, and at least it wasn't bad. "Do you think we'll ever turn back to normal?" Melissa quietly asked, a sad note in her voice. "I don't know" I admitted, "I don't know" After quickly finishing up our lunch, we both got up and went back to our search, without having much hope of success. That night after going to bed, I was just curling up when Melissa shook me. Turning over I saw a look of surprise on her face, and asked her "What's wrong?" "I..." she blushed, "I mean....", she looked down, and I followed her eyes, stopping at her crotch. My eyes widened as I saw that she had an erection, with what had been my penis. "What do I....." her cheeks were burning. As for me, I was slightly startled to realize that I couldn't move my eyes away. That I was staring intently at her penis, while strange feelings were beginning to form in my body. My nipples were aching, and they felt so hard pushing our. I could feel a rising tension in my crotch, and it was definitely beginning to get wet. Oh God, I thought to myself, what was happening to me. I couldn't believe that I was feeling this way about a man's penis, even if it was my own. It was wrong. Notinging the way that I was staring, Melissa gasped and stared at herself and at me, eyes wide. Finally she asked "Do you think we should.......?" I gulped, still staring at the erect penis, feeling horny and confused. It wasn't right to feel that way, was it? But then again, I loved Melissa, regardless of how she looked. What could be wrong about showing her that? Without a word, I hesitantly grabbed Melissa's penis. We kissed passionately, my hand still holding onto the firm cock, confused somewhat by what I was feeling, but enjoying the feelings. As Melissa began to play with my nipples, I was startled to realize just how sensitive they had become. I'd never felt sensations like that from my chest before. That kind of sensation had always been focused on my penis before. But as good as my nipples felt, my new (gulp) vagina, was aching for attention. I gently put the tip of Melissa's penis at the opening, whispering "Be gentle" I felt so nervous all of a sudden, not knowing what to expect. It was like I was a virgin all over again, and in a sense I realized that I was. "I'll try" Melissa said, looking rather nervous herself, but very horny at the same time. With that, she slowly pushed herself into me, making me gasp in surprise at the strange sensation of something filling me. Of something coming inside of my body. It felt so strange, so different, and so good. Slowly she began to move in and out, gently pumping me while I laid back, my hands tightly grasping Melissa's shoulders. I could feel the tension inside of my increasing, realizing that I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Something that I was anticipating though nervous about as well. Just then however, I felt a hot spurt inside of me, and Melissa's penis began to shrink as she pulled it out. I glared at Melissa in annoyance and disappointment. I still hadn't cum yet, and here she was all finished. And I was still horny and unfulfilled. Looking very sheepish, but at the same time satisfied, Melissa apologized "I'm sorry" she said, trying to hide a smile, "I tried to hold it longer, but I just couldn't" I grunted, knowing how that was, but still not being happy about it. I still wasn't satisfied. "Easy for you to say" I grumbled, beginning to rub at my wet and gooey vagina, trying to get some relief. Melissa chuckled slightly, saying "I know just how you feel" then with that, she started playing with one of my nipples again with one hand, while lowering her head between my legs. I moaned in pleasure as she started licking my clitoris, bringing my sexual tension to a new height. After several minutes of her diligent tongue work, I finally came in a mind numbing orgasm, nearly screaming out as I did so. My whole body shook as the wave after wave of sexual pleasure washed over me, leaving me weak and tired, but feeling very, very good. Laying on the bed, gasping for air, I was amazed at how similar it was to my normal orgasm's but at the same time how different. How more spread out it was, and perhaps even more powerful. As strange as the thought was, I realized that maybe I might be able to start getting used to this. I still wasn't sure that I liked being female during sex. As good as it felt, it was still strange to me, and my mind kept telling me that I was a man. However I realized that as long as Melissa was the man I was making love to, I could not only handle it, but enjoy it. The thought of sleeping with anyone else though didn't appeal to me. Closing my eyes, I gently held onto Melissa's larger hand, cuddling up closer to her and oddly finding myself enjoying that. Nervously and curiously, I wondered what the future would bring us. In the days that followed, Melissa carefully instructed me on the use of makeup, much to my disgust. However, since I hadn't somehow magically gained her skills with makeup and clothes during the exchange, I knew that I'd have to learn if I wanted to pass myself off as a normal woman. Also much to my embarrassment, I found myself enjoying the feel of wearing women's panties, and even nylon stockings. We also both had to quit our jobs. Even though I was now in Melissa's body, I still didn't have the skill to carry on her job as a mechanic. And she didn't know all the people, procedures and projects that I had to deal with on a daily basis, so neither of us could just walk in and take over each other's lives. It only took Melissa several more days before she'd found herself a new job as a mechanic, something that she told me she loved doing. She even joked about it, saying that she got more respect doing it now that she was a man. As for me, I had a little more difficult a time. I'd been offered a job as a secretary in the company I used to work for, but I immediately turned that one down. No way was I going to go to work as a secretary. I may have lost my manhood, but not my pride. Besides, though I certainly wasn't going to admit it, I actually felt somewhat relieved to have finally escaped the cubicle jungle, and I had no intention of going back. Though it took me some effort, I did manage to find myself a job as a bank teller. Melissa and I slowly got used to our new roles, and finding oddly that our shared experience brought us even closer. Talk of marriage has even started to come up. And we both have made one more change in our lives as well. Whenever we go anywhere, we make sure to not only carry change on us, but to quickly give it to any homeless person that we encounter. Just in case. The End