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From Negative To Major Positives - by: Chiara I have had a serious problem ever since I went through puberty, and I mean serious! You see, I'm very small for a guy? no, not there, but overall. I'm only 5'4" tall and I weigh just over 110#. So I'm short, skinny and more than a little bit on the scrawny side. I'm not a dwarf (the correct term for miniature properly-proportioned people as opposed to midgets who are disproportionate) I'm just small. But what makes for the other half of my problem is that I'm overly well endowed and that's even in comparison to normal man. You might think this would be a blessing but not when you're only 5'4", to have an 8" long, 1.5" thick dick would be big on any normal man but on me, it's utterly ridiculous. So not only do I have a hard times getting dates, but once they see the size of my package through my pants, it's the last date I ever get with them, I guess it scares them off. This was the miserable state of my existence all through high school and even into my college years that is until I met Jill. She was even shorter than me; at 5'2" and for whatever reason (I was to learn why later) my package didn't seem to scare her in the least. Maybe it had something to do with her own proportionality problem? her breasts were huge compared to the rest of her tiny body (I eventually discovered she wears a 34-DD bra). As I was to learn early on in our budding relationship, our shared but different outsized organs were not the only things that made us so deeply compatible, we had a few other aspects of our personalities in common as well, but more about that as it comes up. Now at this stage of our time as students, neither Jill nor me had a lot of money, instead and in fact, we often skipped meals to scrimp and save what little we had. So when Jill suggested we might be able to find a cheap, two-bedroom apartment we could share expenses on, I jumped at the suggestion and quickly agreed. Understand something before we proceed, there was just a friendship between Jill and me, nothing more. A friendship now based on more than just our deformities which we would occasionally feel free enough to kid each other about. Also the fact that neither of us seemed able to get quality dates, me scaring the girls off while all Jill got asked out for was so the guy could touch her big boobs. Thus our social lives continued to suck all through college, as she put it. We finally found a nice little apartment with two bedrooms but only one bathroom so we took it, figuring we could work our way around the single bathroom for the two of us with little difficulty, calling our new place 'the freak house' but to each other. We had, we eventually realized, found in one another the means by which we could both make light of our deformities and thus come to grips with them. We soon discovered that while neither of us was what some might call neat freaks, neither would either one of us would tolerate pure sloppiness so our apartment stayed pretty well neat or clean most of the time. On the other hand, we discovered early on that we both barely tolerated getting dressed up to go to class, preferring instead to just wear shorts and old tee shirts while at home. Since my balls have always been drawn tightly up against my groin area and my dick had to be stuffed into my jockey shorts, I rarely wore underwear while I was home. At the same time, Jill hated to wear a bra and she was always complaining about how they cut into her shoulders so rarely if ever wore one around the house unless she was about to leave and had just come in. So this was a constant source of good-natured kidding between us as we often called each other things like, 'old floppy, loosey-goosey, sir or miss hangs-a-lot' and so on. Some time after we'd been sharing the apartment for about six months, we went out together one Friday night to get something to eat (we'd agreed to splurge our limited funds) and had ended up going to a bar afterwards where we both proceeded to get smashed. We made it home sometime after 3:00 AM, thankful we had walked and not been stopped by the cops. Staggering into our respective rooms, we'd both changed clothes and returned to the kitchen in hopes of sobering up with a pot or two of coffee. Needless to say, both of our inhibitions were reduced to a great extent and when Jill started cracking one dirty, girl's locker room joke after another, we started to get horny. When I got up to take a leak, I sneakily turned up the thermostat in the hall before I went back to the kitchen. As the furnace kicked on and it got warmer, I took off my tee shirt in hopes Jill would do the same. Instead, she turned the tables on me by taking off her shorts, laughing the whole time. We stayed that way for maybe fifteen minutes when I decided to take in one more step and while still seated behind the cover of the table, I took my shorts off and sat there completely naked, putting my shorts on top of the table. Jill cried, 'foul' since I was covered by the table but because we were both pretty well shot with the booze we'd had, she took her shirt off, too. 'There! Are you happy now? You finally get to see my tits.' Not to be topped, I just stood up bringing my big erection into full view just a couple of feet from her face, saying, "And now you get to see me." N Nothing happened that night, nor could it have, we were both far too drunk but it did move our times as roommates forward to another level. From that night on, almost all of what modesty there had remained between us vanished. Jill walked into the bathroom while I was in the tub or shower to pee anytime she had to go, without even bothering to knock and I thus felt free to act in a similar manner whenever the need arose. Nudity became de riguor most of the time since we both seemed to treat clothes as a nuisance. So it was that one evening while we happened to both be watching TV, Jill got up from her chair and came over to sit beside me on the couch. When a commercial came on, she reached across me and grabbed the remote to mute the sound. Looking at me, she said, "You want to know a secret?" "Sure, tell me." Looking down at my dick, she kind of whispered, "I wish I had one of those instead of these monsters." "What? Why?" I asked her, stunned. "Honestly?" "Please Jill, honestly." "I've always wished I'd been born a boy and even more so when I grew these things during puberty. I hate them, they're just so damned big!" I put my arm around her and pull her to me while Jill starts to cry. While she's sobbing against my shoulder, I think to myself and wonder if this might be the right time to tell her my secret, the one I've never told to anyone. Yeah, why not I figure. As her sobs decreased in intensity and she begins to sniff instead, I continued to hold her and said, "Well, if tonight's the night to share secrets as it appears to be, I have one, too." She sat back up but didn't move away from me, asking, "And so what's yours?" "I'd love to get rid of this thing," looking at my lap, "I wish I had what you have instead, I always have." "If we could just trade bodies, huh?" she said chuckling. "Yeah, it'd solve both our problems, you'd be rid of your big boobs and this thing would be yours instead of mine." "Uh, can I, mmm can I touch it?" she asks, hesitating to say the words. Acting as nonchalantly as I can under the circumstance, I say, "Sure, if you want to." "You can touch me too, if you want to," she whispers. "Okay," I answer. As she reaches to my lap, her hands are shaking and she whispers, "I've never touched a guy's thing before." "Well then, feel free to look and touch it all you want," I told her. "Okay," she says, bouncing up from the couch and getting down on her knees in front of me, giggling. Leaning forward as I spread my knees apart, Jill reaches out with both hands and takes hold of my cock, causing it to come to full erection almost right away. She looks at it, fondles it carefully, lifts it up to slip a hand under my balls and in general, exams my male parts closely, a big smile on her face slowly turning into a look of intense concentration. I'm watching her closely all during this maybe five or more minutes it takes her but when she leans forward again, looking up at me while forming her lips into an 'O', she raises her eyebrows as though to question her next move. I simply nod my head once in agreement and then watch as she slides her lips over the head of my dick to ever so slowly move forward until her nose is buried against my pubic hair. How the hell did she do that? How was she able to take my entire 8" into that little mouth of hers? Jill then proceeded to give me the best ever, in fact the first and only, blowjob I'd ever had. It was mind-blowing and much different than the ones I'd given myself by jacking-off. When I finished, in her mouth no less, she got up and sat beside me, again whispering when she softly said, "Thank you, Paul." I smiled to myself as I held her, kissing her forehead gently and saying, "It's you who should be thanked, that was wonderful, Jill." We just sat there for a time, she probably thinking much the same as I was, of how our relationship had just moved to a deeper level. I then asked her if I could return the favor by looking at what's between her legs and she said, "Sure, turn-about only fair play." Now Jill always wore a pair of panties around the house, even when she was naked otherwise, for what she called 'sanitary reasons'. So I had to take them off before I could see her and she giggled when she lifted her butt off the couch so I could do it. Then she spread her legs for me to see, much further than I had been able to spread mine. Hmm, I didn't know she shaved everything but the patch above her pussy; everything else was hairless and smooth so I could see it all. And it was, and still is, beautiful. The symmetry, the soft folds of skin, the glistening droplets of her juices that clung to them, the slightly swollen look of the lips on either side of her slit, the short little nubbin that much be her clitoris and when I parted her lips all the way, the deep pink, almost reddish colors of her depths, all of these were marvelous to my thirsty eyes. Then I sat up straighter to look at her gorgeous breasts with their wide areola and hard, erect nipples that are so thick and stick out so far right now. As full and firm as they look to be, their lower part lays against her chest, dropping slightly no doubt because of their large size. Leaning forward, I kiss them, around but not directly on her nipples. My hands are resting on her thighs and the soft moan I hear escape her lips lets me know she enjoys me kissing them. So I do it some more, all over both her tits except for her nipples, intentionally saving them for later. Finally I lock my lips around one, her left one I think, whereupon I flick the tip of my tongue across her hard nipple and at the same time, suck on it. Her moan this time is louder and with more a sense of abandonment so I move my lips to her other breast and repeat the process, eliciting even more soft sighs of pleasure from Jill as I continue ministering to her beautiful big boobs. But there's something else I want to do too, so I slid my hands behind her ass and pull her forward to the edge of the couch, moving down so I can get to her pussy. Kissing both sides of her inner thighs, I move upward along them one at a time until I've reached her pussy along each one, then I place my mouth directly against her. No moan this time, instead a groaning sort of, "Oh yes, oh god yes. Oh my god Paul, that feels so good, don't stop? please don't stop!" Of course I didn't, I hadn't planned to. Plus she tastes for too good to stop now, her sweet, mucky scented pussy juices might just as well be the nectar of the gods, as far as I'm concerned. Using her reactions to whatever I do, I fairly quickly learn what movements and actions give Jill the greatest pleasure. As her pleasure increases, so do her vocal expressions of it and whatever she says serves to spur me on to give her ultimate pleasure and eventual release. Things like, "Oh yeah, baby, eat me, eat my pussy? oh yeah, yeah," as she squirms her ass around beneath my mouth. The she gets real still, and says, "Oh god, Paul? I'm gonna cum, oh please, Paul, make me cum? Please make me cum!" And then she veritably explodes under me, lifting her ass from the couch and shoving it against my face. As her breathing slowly slows, I've already moved back onto the couch beside her and have her in my arms, gently cupping her right breast in my free hand while kissing her forehead. When she's finally recovered, she says softly, "Damn, Paul, that was wonderful." "I thought so too, I really enjoyed it." I answer her. We sat for some time after that, talking about his and that without ever once referencing what we'd done. However, Jill kept her hand on or around my dick the entire time even as I used the hand on the arm I had around her to continually touch and caress her left breast, occasionally tweaking her nipple. At just after 11:00, Jill stood up and said, "I'm ready for bed, are you coming?" "Yeah, I am," I said back. Her bedroom is down the hall from mine but when we came to my door and I started to go on inside, she grabbed my arm and said, "Wait, would you like some company tonight?" "Of course, come on in," I responded. She followed me into my bedroom and walked to the other side of the, getting in while I waited before I turned out the light. As soon as I was in bed with her, she snuggled up to me and put her head on my chest while she reached down to take hold of my dick, which was hard again. "You don't mind this, do you?" she asked as she played with it. "Not at all, Jill, I like it." "Paul?" "Yeah?" "Would you make love to me?" "Are you sure, Jill? I don't want us to make a mistake here." "No, I'm sure. But be gentle, I'm still a virgin." Wow, I sure didn't know she was a virgin or that I'd be the one she'd choose to take her cherry. "Okay, I promise," I said, turning toward her. I took my time with her, making sure I didn't rush her and doing all I knew how to do to make sure she was ready when the time came. But no worries, she told me in no uncertain terms when she was ready for me to take her. Getting up onto my knees, I moved down between her legs as she shifted in bed to make ready for me, putting a pillow under her butt even, to maximize what she could get of me inside her. Moving forward until I was in position, I reached down and while holding my cock, I moved the head just between her swollen, wet pussy lips in an up and down motion I knew would drive her crazy. "Oh damn you Paul, just put it inside me, please?" she begs. Now that I know she's a virgin and considering the size of my dick, I was very careful to go slowly as I entered her so I don't hurt her in any way. Inch by inch, I press forward and into her sweet pussy until I meet the expected resistance that can only be her hymen. "Ready?" I ask her, knowing she can feel it too. "Uh-huh, just do it. Break and then fuck me hard," she says, grinning up at me. Pulling back a couple of inches, I pause briefly and then, without warning, I slam back into her, going through and past her hymen almost instantly. Jill cries out with the sudden, sharp pain of it but then moves her legs up and around my waist, whispering to me, "Now let's do it, you took my cherry now fuck the hell out of me." And we did, for about five minutes before Jill came then another 10 seconds or when I did. When it was over, I realized she was crying softly so without pulling out of her, I just held her and kissed her. When she'd stopped crying and moved a bit beneath me, I knew it was time for me to roll off of her and to her side. She turned onto her side then, again laying her head on my chest and whispering to me, "Oh god, that was so good Paul, thank you." "Don't thank me, I enjoyed it to, Jill." "I know," she said, "I felt it when you came inside of me." "I'm just glad I didn't hurt you," I admit. "Oh baby, girls can stretch a lot down there, didn't you know that?" "Well yeah. But I've always seemed to scare girls off when they see the size of the package I have in my pants." "Well, not this girl, not any more. You're just right for me and we fit together perfectly," she says, giggling. And thus began our time as a couple, actively intimate together and loving it. But even though the sex was terrific, and frequent, we both still harbored and talked about our continuing wish that we were each of the opposite sex from the one we'd been born. Jill was like a flower that had just blossomed, she simply could not get enough of my dick. We had continued wearing little or nothing when we were at home and that's what aggravated the situation, she couldn't keep her hands off my cock, sneaking up behind to reach around and grab it, pulling on it, leading someplace by keeping hold of it when she went from one room to another and so on. On the other hand, I was always grabbing at her tits or her pussy, sneaking up behind her, especially when she was bent over doing something, to stick my finger into her, grabbing both her tits and kissing her on the neck and so on. Neither one of us seemed able to be satisfied sexually by the other, and we were almost always in the mood for more. And yet we continued to wonder how the sex would be from the other's point of view and feeling. We often discussed it, usually in great detail and asking each other to describe how something felt. But this, of course, often led more to frustration than it did to real understanding? how can I put into words what it feels like to sink my hard, throbbing erection into the warm, soft well of her pussy? Or explain how she feels against my tongue when I go down on her? Likewise, she expressed the same sort of frustration trying to explain the sensations she experienced often saying, "How can I tell you how it feels when you suck on my clit or my tits when you don't have them yourself? Neither of us can compare what the other doesn't have and can't experience." Eventually the end of Spring Quarter rolled around and we got ready to go on Spring Break with the money we'd been saving since moving in together, almost $250/month. Jill's Aunt works as a reservation Agent for one of the major airlines and Jill had talked her out of a couple of really cheap, Friends and Family tickets we're going to use to fly down to the Caribbean for a month or so, staying in a small cabin we've arranged to rent. Our plan was to take a taxi to the cabin right from the airport and then back into town as soon as we changed clothes and had left our bags where they were to rent a couple of bicycles we'd use for transportation while we were there. It's a really small island so a car isn't going to be necessary. We were glad to be off from school and away to someplace where no one knows us. So much so, in fact, that we'd both bought new bathing suits, mine a Speedo and Jill's what's often been called a 'Teeny-weeny, itsy- bitsy' not-yellow and not polka dot bikini. I think you know the kind, three tiny triangles held together with a piece of thread? The sort of swimwear neither of us would be caught dead in at home, they're far too revealing. We'd been told by the agent from whom we'd rented the cabin that stores in town were willing, for a price of course, to arrange delivery to the cabin of any food stores we bought so the bikes we were to rent were more than enough to get us anywhere we wanted to go. Plus, for a dollar a day per bike, how can we beat that kind of a deal? Back into our usual lounge-around clothes, shorts and tee shirts, we jump back into the cab for the return trip to town and the bike rental shop, which is where we've told the cabbie to drop us off. As soon as we have the bikes after filling out the requisite paper work and leaving the deposit, we head off to sightsee and get something to eat before we do our shopping. Finding the beach, we ride up and down along the bikeway just drinking in the beauty of the setting. Then it's off to find a place to eat and maybe get a drink or two. Hey, it's our vacation. After struggling at first to get our ears tuned so we can understand the local dialect the waitress is peaking in, we both order fresh seafood salads and a rum and coke for starters, then iced tea to go with the salads. Jill is the one who notices it first, our waitress looking in our direction and talking rapidly in the ear of some big guy who's come out of the kitchen. When the two of them end their conversation, the guys give Jill and I a long, last look before heading back into the kitchen while our waitress has gone over to the bar and is using the phone. "I wonder what the hell that's all about?" I mention to Jill quietly. "I don't know but I sure hope we don't look a lot like a couple of escaped fugitives or something, I'd sure hate to spend our vacation in some dark, stinky jail." But nothing else strange takes place and we're left to eat our meal in peace, jokes flying back and forth between us the whole time. After we've finished eating and I'm standing at the register paying for our meals, I ask the girl who'd been our waitress where we might find a good grocery store. "Dot depen', Mon, on what you be lookin' fo'. You be lookin' fo' food and drink, den you be goin' 'cross da street and down 'bout two blocks. Dey be a big store down dere, an you be findin' mos' anyting you be wantin', mon," she answered in that intriguing island patois they speak locally. Leaving the restaurant, we hop on our bikes and head down the street to see if we can find the store and then hope they'll deliver. After checking to see if they'll deliver, we give them our address and directions how to get there, then set off down the aisles behind a shopping cart to load up for a week or so. In addition to the usual staples like milk and bread, we add cokes and lots of snack foods along with stuff that's easy to fix for breakfast and lunch. Since we plan to use dinner to sample the local cuisine, we don't bother with much for dinners. Checking out, we wheel the cart to the service desk and make they when it will be delivered so we'll be sure to not be 'busy' or down on the beach. Okay, now we have about two hours to kill so we head back in hopes of getting into the ocean for an hour or so. That should leave us enough time to clean up after the swim and be ready in case our groceries show up early. Jill nixed my idea of spending an hour or so swimming as soon as I mentioned it to her when she emphatically told me, "No way, big boy, 15 minutes tops. We can't risk the sunburn we'd get." What was the matter with me, anyway? I knew this as well as she did, I guess my enthusiasm got the best of me. But those first fifteen minutes in the warm, languid turquoise waters of the Caribbean were heavenly and just the sight of Jill in the new bikini of hers was well worth having to get out and back inside when our time had expired. The top had barely enough material to barely cover her areolas and but it was the bottom that was most exciting for while it covered all that it was required to, the cleft between her legs and all of her gorgeous ass were fully exposed through the bright, hot pink material. On the other hand, Jill couldn't keep her eyes off of the easily visible outline of my cock through the Speedo I wore. After a quick, shared shower to rinse off the salt water, we got dressed to wait for the delivery of our groceries, me in the usual shorts and tee shirt but while Jill also put on a pair of shorts, her top was one of those stretchy tube-top things, a tube that covered her boobs without really covering them, every outline and both her nipples were easily visible through it. Having taken our time in the shower and then getting dressed, we got out to the patio on the back of the cabin just as were heard a knock at the front door. Our groceries, of course, but who brought them was a surprise? it was the guy our waitress had been talking to when we had lunch. He brought them inside for us, asking where to put them and when I gave him a deserved tip, he said he had a message for us. "My sister, mon, de girl what serve you at de restaurant? She be sensin' someting in de bot' of you and make me go see Mama Juanita. I be telling Mama Juanita what me sister tell me to say and Mama Juanita want you come by her place tonight. Mama tell me to tell you dat if me sister be right, den maybe Mama Juanita can be helpin' you bot. You be comin? Me can be meetin' you later to show you de way." While it was obvious to me that this guy is just a messenger, Jill tries to question him anyway. I stop her and ask what time. He says, "You want be meetin' me or wantin' me be comin' here?" "Why don't you come by here, we can either ride with you or follow you on our bikes," I offer. Only because Jill insisted we meet him in town, we agreed to do that instead and as he left, I closed the door and went to help Jill put our stuff away. She was kind of pissed at me for having accepted this weird invitation without talking to her about it first so I said, "Hey, where's your sense of adventure or did we come down here just to lay on the beach, eat and make love?" Giggling, she turns to face me and teases me saying, "The latter! All the rest is superfluous. Okay, I'll go. But this better not be dangerous or I might just cut you off." "Yeah, yeah, I hear ya," I kid back. Having everything put away in either the cupboards, the drawers of the small refrigerator, we took advantage of the placement of the hot tub that's on the back porch and on the side shaded from the hot, afternoon sun. Filling two big glasses with ice and taking a couple of still warm cokes with us, we went back out on the porch and undressed, climbing into the hot tub after we'd poured our cokes. Then we just sat there, looking out over the Caribbean and relaxing from the big day we'd had getting her and then settled in. The much cooler air of the evening called for us to wear jeans and a decent shirt or blouse for the ride into town to have dinner and then meet the guy from the restaurant. I'm amazed at how good and how cheap the seafood is here on the island and when it was time for us to order, having found a really neat place just off the far end of the beach, we both ordered lobster tails for dinner. Later, over our after dinner Margarita's, Jill and I talked of how great a start we've had so far on our vacation. The only thing we've not done yet is the one thing we came here to do a lot of, make love, and we quickly agree that that's the plan for later tonight. Then, just as we're taking the last sweet sip of the remainder of our drinks, our guide shows up beside our table instead of meeting us where we'd agreed to meet. No matter, I told myself, this is a small island after all. "You be ready to go now?" he asks, without the slightest bit of preamble. Nodding our heads yes, I leave enough money on the table to cover our meals and a generous tip for the server as he holds the chair for Jill so she can stand up. We go with him outside and he tells us to follow him on our bikes to the edge of town. Then we'll have to park them, reassuring us they'll be safe until we retrieve them later, and to follow him on foot from there. It's only a short, maybe half-mile ride to the edge of town where we park our bikes by leaning them up against the backside of a small grove of trees, out of sight from the road. Following him down a small path back into the jungle, we soon come into a small clearing and see a cabin-like native hut, that's the best I can describe it. Walking up to it with our guide, he knocks on the door and just walks in, not waiting for a response, to where we can see by the light of several dozen candles, a withered older lady seated on one side of a small table with two empty chairs opposite her. Our guide then speaks for the first time since we left the restaurant to say, "Dis be Mama Juanita, mon, now you be tellin' her yo names." By the time I'd introduced Jill and myself, he was gone. She, the old lady, indicated we were to sit down with her at the table and she sat silently for a couple of minutes after we'd taken our seats before she finally spoke, saying, "Miss Cora was bein' right 'bout you two, dey is summtin' be botherin' de bot' of you. Now you bot be quiet while Mama be tinkin' bout what it be." It felt like a half hour or longer before she spoke but that was probably more due to the circumstances of our surroundings that it was an accurate time span. "Okay, now Mama be knowin' what be botherin' de bot' of you. You be unhappy 'cept bout bein' wit' each other. You be each other's soul mates but dere be summtin else what not be right and dat summtin else be de problem what be keepin' you bot from really bein' happy, Mama be right?" Jill and I looked at each other, knowing full well if she was referring to our life-long feelings of being born in the wrong bodies then yes, she was right. Jill spoke up to answer her, saying, "Well yes, kind of. There is a feeling Paul and I share, a very strong feeling at that." "Mama know. Mama also know dat she kin be helpin you. But let Mama tell you dis, if you be doin' what Mama be tellin' you to, dere be no goin' back. Once you be doin' what Mama gonna tell you, dat be de end of it. It don' work for you, Mama can do no more." I ask if we can talk about it outside before we decide and she answers, "You be takin' what time you be needin', Mama don' want you be makin' wrong choice." Following Jill back outside and going far enough away from the cabin that we can talk privately, Jill speaks first saying, "If what she thinks she can do is what we both want, let's do it." "Are you sure? If she's talking our somehow enabling us to trade places, and bodies, you do realize the implications, don't you?" I ask her. "Honey, haven't we talked about this enough? How many times have both of us spoken of how badly we wish we could trade places? Are you sure you're not just getting cold feet at the last minute?" "No, I just want to be sure it's what you want, the last thing I want to see it you regretting the trade, that's assuming she really can make it happen." "No way I'd ever regret it Paul, It's all I've ever really wanted. Well except you since we've met, but that's different, sort of. Please, let's go back in and tell her we want to do it? Okay, please?" she whimpers sexily. I agree, knowing full well that this whole deal might be nothing more than a tourist scam, which I'll know for sure when the subject of money is raised. Again seated across the table from her, Jill and I both tell her we've agreed and want to proceed. "Den you be waitin' here for a bit, Mama got to go make summtin up for be bot of you." Jill reaches across to grasp my hand under the table while the old woman moves to another part of her small cabin to whatever it is she's doing. No words are exchanged between Jill and I. None are needed for we both know and understand that if this works, we're in for one hell of a night when we get back to our place, and for the rest of our lives, for that matter. I can't help but think of all the times Jill and I have tried to tell each other how certain things felt, and how badly we'd failed to do so adequately. Now, in just a few shorts how, we might, and I emphasize might, find out for ourselves. Happening to glance over at Jill, I can tell by the look on her face that she's also lost in similar thoughts and I wonder what the details of them might be. Returning to my own mental meanderings, they are of what it may be like to become her, what it will be like to have the constant weight of her big breasts upon my chest? of the thankful absence of this thing from between my legs and of course, of what it will feel like to have it inside of me instead. A few minutes more pass us by until the old lady returns to the table and sits back down across from us, holding two small bottles. "Now Mama gonna be tellin' you what you mus' be doin'." Handing Jill the larger of the two bottles and me the smaller one, she says, "Now you bot' be drinkin' all of what be in dese bottles Mama give you when you get back to yo' place. Den you be goin' to bed and makin' love, don' matter how many times you be doin dis, but you mus' be doin' it or dis not gonna be workin' for you. When you be wakin' up in de mornin', den tings be made right for you. What you bot' do from den on, dat be up to you but you not be seein' Mama Juanita no mo', ever, you be hearin' me 'bout dat?" We nods our heads yes, indicating we agree, and she says, "You be goin' now, Mama be tired and needin' her sleep." Holding hands as we leave her cabin, having been summarily dismissed, we walk back up the path hoping our bikes haven't been stolen by now. Nope, they're still her just like the guy had said they'd be so we climb onto them and start pedaling back to our place, quietly at first, then starting to talk some as our pensiveness wears off and some natural skepticism begins to surface. Skepticism mixed with the fervent hope this will really work that we both admit having. The half hour it takes to get to our place is longer than it might normally be since our pedaling is slowed by a certain sense of fear and hesitation we also share equally. Finally making it back home, we lean our bikes against the front of the cabin and go on inside, the final moment of truth fast approaching. Grabbing two cokes from the fridge, we go out onto the back patio to talk about what we're about to attempt. First, recognizing this may not even work, we first try to steel each other for what might end up being a disappointing awakening in the morning. Then, the obvious, what it will be like if it does work. And of how this night might very well be our last time to make love to each other as we are now. "Then you damn well better enjoy yourself tonight, big guy, because it this works, come tomorrow I'm going to fuck you silly." Jill says, laughing out loud. And then, without any further words being spoken on the subject, Jill and I simultaneously pick up the bottle the old woman had given us, open the tops and drink until they're emptied, two swallows for me and maybe three for Jill since her bottle was the larger of the two. Gawd, mine tasted terrible and I quickly follow it by nearly draining my can of coke to wash it down and rinse the taste of it away. Some time later, after talking until well past midnight, Jill and I went to bed and made love until the wee hours of the morning, doing at least once almost everything we'd ever done to each other before. Exhaustion then set in and we finally fell asleep in each other's arms. Dawn for me came well past 10:00 AM by the clock next to the bed. With it came the realization of the achievement of my life-long dream. I had tits and yes, they were Jill's. Looking to the body lying beside me, it was me, or at least it used to be. But what really drew my attention was the pee hardon Paul had and how I was so strongly drawn to it. To see that eight-inch monster all nice and hard, set my nipples to tingling, full erection and started my juices flowing big time. Yes, I felt my pussy getting wet and I loved it. From this vantage point and now with Jill's orientation, it was all I could do to not climb on top of Paul and slide that thing inside of me right then and there. Instead, you know what I did? I sat up and moved around in the bed until I could lean down and take that thing between my lips. I just had to do it I couldn't help myself? I simply had to taste him now, before he wakes up. Well, one thing led to another and yes, I soon got my first mouthful of his man-juices and yes, I swallowed as much of it as I could. "You like that?" he asked suddenly. "Damn you, you've been awake the whole time, haven't you?" "Not at first but you sure as hell are one good kind alarm clock, girl." "Well, I'm still kind of sleepy. What do you intend to do to help me wake up?" I tease him. "What would you like me to do?" he kids me. "Hey, you're the man now, you decide, I'm just the poor, helpless female here." One pussy licking and one great fuck later, we get out of bed finally and both head for the bathroom to relieve our aching bladders and get ready to meet what is now one great and glorious new day, the first of our new lives. After we've both used the john, trying our damndest to keep from laughing at each other's initial difficulties in doing so (I made Paul clean up his mess), we took turns at the sink with Paul using it first so he could go start the coffee. Whenever I make it he says it's undrinkable so it's his job each morning. After brushing my hair out to rid of the nighttime tangles, I grab a scrunchy and put it up into a ponytail, then wash my face. When I lean down over the sink to brush my teeth, I can't help but giggle as the full weight of my tits swing forward and away from me to hang down freely from my chest. And the way they move, wow! All over the place in time with my brushing which is a real hoot for me. Remembering why Jill always wears a pair of panties, even when she was nude otherwise, I return to the bedroom to look for a pair to wear. Oh what the hell, why not. This, as I decide to go whole-hog and pick out a bright blue thong panty to wear. Walking down the hallway to the kitchen, my senses are almost overloaded by the ways in which this body moves, the up and down motion of my ass, the sway of my hips and last but by far not the least, the constant bounce and jiggle of these pretty, big boobies of mine. This being female thing is something I think I'm really going to enjoy! And one thing's for damned sure; the sex is unbelievable on this side of the fence. I still find it hard to believe how absolutely fantastic it felt when Paul entered me the first time. And the orgasms! They're really unbelievable, too. So far, this is all I could have hoped or wished for and yet, so much more. When I walk into the kitchen it's to find Paul standing at the back door, absently fondling himself. Walking up behind him quietly, I reach around him and grab hold of his dick with both of my small hands and saying, "This is mine, big guy, you keep your hands off it, you hear me?" As I speak, I'm playing with it vigorously and fondling his balls at the same time. I'm also surprising myself with the strength of the attraction it holds for me, the very thing I used to hate and abhor about myself the most is now that which I'm most strongly drawn to, amazing, isn't it? But I just love how it feels; it's soft skin, the hardness and the feel of the veins along its length. But just then the coffee stops perking and when we've poured our first cups of the morning, we take them out onto the patio which is sufficiently secluded and hidden from view that we're comfortable being out here in the nude. I ask Paul, "How do you like having those things now, are they anything like you thought they'd be?" indicating his crotch with a nod of my head. "And a whole lot more, baby," he answers. "I had no idea how good it would feel when I got them, although, as you know, you tried to tell me. Nor could you even approach adequately describing how good it felt this morning when I slid it inside of you, your pussy felt like wet velvet." "Just like nothing you said could prepare me for when you put it into me, I felt filled, fulfilled and very much a woman when I finally got to experience what it's like to be the fukee instead of the fuckor," I told him, laughing aloud. "So you really liked it?" he asks. "Oh yeah, I can't wait till we do it again," I giggle. "And how about your boobs, are they too big like they were for me?" "Oh hell no! I love them. And I love how they bounce and jiggle around, too." "So far then, everything's working out okay for both of us, I guess," Paul says, grinning. "Yep, now all you're going to have to do is keep me well-fucked and happy," I tease him. "Oh I fully intend to do just that, and more." "Don't worry, I'll keep up with you? anytime, anywhere." "Right now, right here?" My response is to just stand up and pull my panties down, then to get on my knees with my ass in the air and my legs spread so he can get to my pussy, which is already getting wet for him. "Come on, big boy, do it to me, I need it," I tell him. I feel him slide up inside of me, filling me again with that wonderfully big cock of his. As he starts pumping in and out of me, my tits swing back and forth under me violently which only add to how much I find I love this position. And when Paul reaches around and starts to massage my clit at the same time he's fucking me, I damn near get off right then and there. I can feel what might be a massive orgasm starting to build up inside my tummy as tremor after tiny tremor vibrate their way through my entire being, a feeling so unlike the approach of a male orgasm and so much more all-encompassing to say nothing of powerful. My pussy feels like it's on fire as the heat begins to build, my vaginal walls clamping down on Paul's cock with all the force I can muster as I seek the release I so desperately need right now. I hear myself crying out in sheer and utter delight as I beg him not to stop, to keep fucking me as hard as he can. "Faster baby, faster. Fuck me hard and make me cum," I beg of him. And when Paul stops pumping, I know he's about to spill his load inside me again and as he does, it triggers my own climax and I cry out again, "Oh yes, baby, yes? oh god baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" as the waves of my release explode from my pussy to wash over me so delightfully, the walls of my cunt spasming around his dick as I cum at the same time. By the time we've finished, our coffee's gotten cold and I ask Paul to go pour us fresh cups while I try to calm down. The rest of our vacation went much the same, with us making love at all hours of the day and night, anyplace we could think of and in every conceivable position although I continue to prefer getting it doggy- style above all others. Paul's new found stamina, almost satyr-like, is a topic of frequent discussion in between our lovemaking, an attribute I lacked to some extent before we swapped bodies. New too, is my ability to take Paul anally, something Jill hadn't been able to do because I was so thick, even though she had really wanted to. Although I still prefer getting it normally, I do like it anally now and then only because the orgasms are so different, strange as it might seem. And, although I dislike wearing a bra as much as Jill did, it's for a different reason; the straps cutting into my shoulders don't bother me like they did her, but I just prefer going braless so they can bounce and jiggle around that much more freely. I know, however, that when we get home I'll have to wear one most of the time only because it's the thing to do for girls my age, especially if they have a chest the size of mine. Good thing we'll have almost two months to go before school starts up again, I'm going to need some time to get used to wearing skirts and dresses, hose and high heels, none of which Jill brought with her. It's been six months now since we got back, a little over a full quarter and into the next one. We're engaged to be married now, Paul asked me in a very traditional manner one Friday night about two weeks ago and of course I accepted. We've set the date for two weeks after we graduate this spring and even though I'm no longer a virgin, I'm still going to wear a white wedding dress. In case you're wondering, the sex is still unbelievable and just as frequent, if not more so. I've had my period several times and just ended the last one, still safe thank heavens. Good thing Jill was taking birth control pills, which, needless to say, I've continued to take since we swapped. But as soon as we're married, it's into the trashcan they go because we both want at least two kids as soon as possible. I'm looking forward to having Paul's babies and raising them together for unlike the former Jill, I want desperately to be a mommy and to nurse my babies for as long as I can. As you may have surmised by this point, we're both deliriously happy and aren't looking back at all, save to maybe reminisce now and then. The future is ours to absorb and take unto ourselves, now with far more magic that either of us could have imagined.