Justins Descent Part 1
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Just Like Starting Over
By Kellie Cliffe
It had been one of those days. Everything that could have
gone wrong had gone wrong. I had been late in to work and
had been told off by my boss. I am 23, just out of college
and desperate to land a permanent contract. This didn't
seem to be the best way to go about it.
However, despite spilling coffee down myself and almost
erasing an important file, I made it through the day. It
was with a great sense of relief that I made it to the car
park and got into my car for the drive home.
Things just didn't seem to be getting any better. The
traffic was bumper to bumper almost immediately. As I
waited in traffic my thoughts ran back over the day. Not a
good idea! I dug out a 'chill-out' tape and pushed it into
the car stereo system. I was tired and found my eyes slowly
closing. Then the rain started.
Torrents came crashing down onto my windshield. Time to get
my mind back on the road I thought. Almost straight away I
found that the traffic flow had begun again and for the
next 20 minutes or so we reached almost 50mph. Looking
back, I realise that I was not in the right frame of mind
to drive and should have pulled over at a gas station or
diner. My concentration was poor and before I realised it,
a little red car in front had stopped! I slammed on my
brakes but made contact with the car in front. The last
thing I remembered was looking at the rear view mirror and
seeing a truck coming on me fast.
***
Muffled sounds. I could hear but I couldn't move and I
couldn't see anything. My head felt like it was going to
explode. I tried to think back... The truck. It must have
hit me so maybe I was in hospital? I tried to make a sound,
but nothing. I passed out again.
***
The next time I cam to I was still unable to see but my
sense of hearing seemed to have improved. I could make out
individual voices now. A male and female talking. I
couldn't hear what they were saying though. I realised that
I could feel pain in my legs. That was a good sign, wasn't
it? I groaned and that seemed to get a reaction.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" I tried to speak but groaned
again.
"Good. Don't worry. You've been in an accident, but you're
strong and will pull through. Just try to relax."
I could feel movement around my head as a pair of hands
starting removing dressings from my eyes. The light from
the room felt blinding, but they had obviously realised
that because they immediately dimmed them. They were
raising my bed so I went to a sitting position. It was then
that I noticed for the first time that my body certainly
was not alright. I didn't feel the right size? Something
was wrong with my chest.
I was handed a mirror. Groggily I looked into it. And had
the shock of my life.
Looking back at me was Becky Williams. I had been in school
with her older sister Rachel who was a good friend and a
secret crush of mine. I knew Becky less well, only
occasionally seeing her at my hockey club where she played
for the ladies first team when she was at home from
college. Becky at 20 was three years my junior. My jaw
dropped. So did hers in the mirror. My heart was beating
quicker than I could believe and I gingerly touched my
chest. Yes, they were now mine it seemed.
"So how do you feel Miss Williams?"
"Not myself," I replied truthfully. "What happened?"
"Well to be brutally honest you came to us dead. Your heart
had stopped. You were in a pile-up."
I looked into the mirror again. I hadn't seen Becky in a
few months but she hadn't changed. Her face was soft
looking to me. She had beautiful skin like her sister's and
just like Rachel had clear green eyes to die for! There
seemed to be a sparkle in them. Was it me making them
sparkle or were they always like this? I lowered the mirror
and could see I had slim, athletic legs and skinny arms.
Becky's sister Rachel was a superb dancer. Becky had been
too but had given up when she had decided to go to college
to study Biology. I closed my eyes and placed the mirror
onto my chest. Slowly I drifted off to sleep.
***
The next two days were excruciating. I had a greater and
greater desire to get out of bed. The most annoying part of
all this was the inability to get a good look at myself. I
had started to speak and had eaten a little. Becky's mum
and dad had arrived and I made small talk, trying not to
say anything much. Fortunately I knew her folks well and
they seemed to believe that I was their daughter. After
all, why wouldn't they?
Rachel also came along with their little brother David.
When Rachel hugged me tightly I found myself desperately
wishing that I could kiss her. But I knew that that could
no longer happen... She was now my sister. How, I didn't
know. And nobody else seemed any the wiser. I asked after
the 'other drivers' and Rachel told me with tears in her
eyes that Mark (my real body) was in a coma. Tears welled
up in my eyes and I found myself crying on her shoulder.
Two other drivers had died.
At the end of two days I was ready to get out of bed. Maybe
not get on with my life but ready to get out of bed. I had
no idea how my new body felt. It was time to try to get out
of bed. It was much harder than what I had anticipated. Dr.
Brooks reminded me that I had been in bed motionless for
almost a month. It would be natural for there to be some
muscle wastage and I had probably had some lost some weight
too.
I did get raised up on the side of the bed. I did it on my
own. As I sat up it became all the more obvious to me that
I had breasts. Nothing special, maybe a B cup? I also felt
a total lack of penis and testicles, which was
disconcerting.
The next step was to try to stand up. It was difficult at
first but I was determined to succeed. I walked around for
a couple of minutes feeling so many new sensations. Then I
got back into bed for a rest. An hour or so later I headed
into the en-suite bathroom to clean up and to explore! Once
safely into the bathroom and behind closed doors I looked
at myself closer I saw a very pretty girl. Hell, I am 20
again and younger than Rachel suddenly! I saw a beautiful
woman and that was without trying. I smiled. Becky was
pretty. Maybe she didn't do for me what her sister did, but
I wasn't complaining for now. My head was a jumble of
thoughts. Where was my real body? How had my parents
reacted? Where was Becky? Time for that later I thought and
pulled at the hospital gown causing it to fall to the
floor.
Breasts. That's all I stared at for what felt like half an
hour. Oh they were lovely and all mine. My nipples were
probably about the same size as my ex-girlfriend's, the
last pair of real breasts that I had touched. They felt
quite sensitive too. From my chest I went down to my waist
where I was pleased to see that it narrowed nicely. Looking
down I saw a patch of blonde hair. I would be looking more
at that later I thought with a grin. Beyond that were my
legs, which looked lithe and ready to run for miles!
I closed my eyes and felt the sensations of my new body. I
thought back to my ex, Laura. Then I noticed how damp I
was. I put my leg up on the toilet seat and put my hand
between my legs. I started to rub my lips methodically and
after a few moments I looked down and I could see my hand
glisten with my juices. I showered and headed back to bed.
In minutes I was asleep again.
***
The twilight of dawn crept through my window as I slowly
awoke. As my mind woke, so did my arousal. With my left
hand, I start to slowly trace a line from my right nipple
to my pubes. My nipples visibly hardened as my finger
crossed my belly, inching ever so slowly toward the
promised land. I felt my legs spread a little and I didn't
even think about it. My right hand found my left breast
just as it's counterpart slid from my curly blonde pubes
into the slick wetness between my swollen lips. My back
started to arch, as the blaze between my legs grew hotter,
fuelled by my index and middle fingers dipping inside me. I
squeezed my breast as my fingers slipped ever further
inside my silky slick hole. My thumb brushed my clit and
that was the last straw. I shuddered.
***
Today I was leaving hospital and going home with Becky's
parents. They arrived around 10 and drove me 'home'. I knew
the house fairly well downstairs, but had only once been up
into Rachel's room. Fortunately a very old sign on a door
that read "Becky's Room" was my best clue as to which door
to take. After entering, I glanced around the room. On a
wall, several posters were tacked up. Eminem, Marilyn
Manson and Madonna were the most obvious. A large teddy
bear sat on the bed. A new-age poster of a unicorn
cluttered another wall. There was also a dresser with a
mirror. The mirror was mostly hidden behind photos of Becky
and her friends. There was one photo with the real me in it
which surprised me.
Going to the toilet was very different but I could get used
to it. Being female was going to be interesting. As it was
almost Christmas, college was nearly finished for the
Christmas break so I had 3 weeks to get my bearings before
I re-entered college life, this time as Becky Williams.
***
My name is Becky, I'm a pretty blond 20 year old doing a
Biology degree.
I left Becky's family and headed off on the train to
college a few days early. This gave me a chance to learn
where everything was before my fellow students came back
for the new semester. I also thoroughly read Becky's
dairies (or what little she had written in them) and went
through her photo albums putting names to faces. One girl
caught my eye. Abigail. She looked very sexy and sporty. In
the photo I was drawn to she was wearing tight jeans and a
very tight vest top with thin, shoulder straps.
I was now a member of the college hockey team along with
Abigail. Matches and practices would give me plenty of
opportunity to see her running around in short skirts, but
even better to watch her strip and shower after matches. I
wanted to try to ensure that Abigail and I ended up in the
showers together - seems like I was still definitely
thinking with my dick, even though I was now a girl. When
we eventually met I found her even more stunning than in
the photo. She was also very funny and similar in
personality to me.
We became good friends over the next couple of months
though I did wonder (and hope) if Abigail was attracted to
me. She did look at me some times when we were getting
changed or showered and she was always keen to be with me
when the team went out socially. I really liked Abigail as
a friend though, so I was reluctant to come on to her too
strongly in case I spoilt our friendship. I was obviously
maturing into a woman! My male self wanted more but I was
trying to be a female now.
One day while the team were having a drink after a match
Abigail came across to me and asked me where I brought all
my underwear. Not having a clue where Becky had bought it I
said that I got it from various places. Suddenly not
wanting to waste what might be a chance of getting close to
Abigail, I said that I thought she would look beautiful in
some of my underwear because she had such a stunning body.
She looked a little embarrassed but smiled. Oops, I
thought. My male brain had taken over and had come out with
a chat-up line!
Deciding to go for broke I said that if she wanted she was
welcome to come to my flat and we could watch a video and
she could try on some of my lingerie as we were of a
similar size... She said yes straight away and we arranged
for a night a couple of days later.
I spent the rest of the evening in a daze, anticipating
being alone with Abigail and trying on all of Becky's
sexiest, most stunning lingerie. I imagined her in various
outfits and got turned on beyond belief. I was not at all
convinced that her interest in me was a sign of attraction
and I was nervous about making a move. That night I took
out all of Becky's underwear and tried them on, doing
porno-style poses in front of the mirror. Becky was so sexy
and being in charge of her body turned me on so much that I
just had to masturbate myself to sleep.
I made a special effort before Abigail arrived. I dimmed
the lights in Becky's bedroom, lit some candles and put
some of my favourite wine into chill. I was very nervous
before she arrived, worried I might have misread the
signals and that she might not be interested in me, but
also anticipating what might happen.
Abigail arrived on time and my heart jumped when I opened
the door and saw how wonderful she looked. Her lovely,
long, blonde hair flowed down over her shoulders and back
and her deep blue eyes bored into me. I was speechless and
just looked in awe of this stunning creature entering my
flat. She leant forward put her hand on my hip and kissed
me lightly on my check. I almost fainted, overcome with
desire and lust. I tried to pull myself together and set
about showing her into my flat and pouring her a drink. My
male self would never have had got a chance with such a
beauty.
We sat, talked and drank for about an hour. It was
wonderful to be alone with her and enjoy her on my own, but
agony, as I wanted to find out if something was going to
happen. I wanted her. After a couple of glasses I mentioned
the video, but she asked to see the lingerie. I suggested
we go into the bedroom.
Before I could say anything Abigail peeled off her top
revealing a black lacy bra and said, "I've been waiting for
this for so long."
Her naughty smile gave me hope and set my pulse racing. My
eyes moved over her delicious body, devouring her beauty as
she stepped out of her skirt and stood, hands on hips
facing me in just her bra and panties, her nipples erect
and pushing against the material of her bra, her hips
thrust forward in a provocative pose. My hands trembled as
I pulled off my top and slipped out of my skirt. We stood
in just our underwear and stared at each other, now quite
openly admiring our young bodies.
Abigail turned around and asked me to unhook her bra. My
eyes travelled over the shoulder strap of her bra to the
swelling of her breast, slightly moving in and out as she
breathed. My hands shook as I unclipped her and watched as
she slipped her bra slowly over her shoulders. She turned
round facing me, her breasts exposed and her nipples erect.
My mouth went dry and I caught my breath as she stood
looking at me.
Abigail turned away and slipped out of her panties. I
picked up a pair of panties from the drawer. I passed them
to her and our fingers brushed lightly. Abigail put each
leg slowly into the panties and gently pulled them up. I
watched as the panties slid up her thighs and she snapped
them into place. I was transfixed, imagining how sexy the
knickers made me feel, wondering how she felt.
I passed Abigail a matching bra, which she slipped on. She
looked breathtaking. She smiled as she smoothed down her
panties and bra. My nipples were pushing against the tight
material of my bra and my panties were soaked.
I had a hairbrush on the dressing table. I asked if she
would like me to brush her hair. It seemed to be a perfect
opportunity to touch her. She sat on the edge of the bed
and I began to run the brush threw her long hair. I
couldn't resist any longer.
"You are so stunning!" I said.
She continued to smile at me. I closed my eyes and moved
towards her. Our mouths met and our lips moved together,
awkwardly at first. I savoured the softness of her mouth.
My tongue moistened her lips and me came together more,
moving more naturally and rhythmically. She broke away and
looked at me.
"I've never done this with a woman." she said.
And I haven't done this AS a woman, I thought to myself as
I kissed her again, my hands moving over her body. I moved
my mouth to her neck and gently brushed across her skin,
taking in her scent and taste. She sighed quietly as I
kissed her neck, occasionally muttering words of pleasure.
I moved down to her shoulder and ran my mouth up and down
the strap of her bra over her shoulder. I gently bit and
kissed where the material of the strap met her skin.
My hands moved over her panties, across skin and fabric,
gently brushing and touching her. I wanted this moment to
last forever, thinking that if I touched her too hard the
magic would break. This slow torture went on for ages.
Abigail got more and more turned on, her sighs louder, her
pleading for release greater. I put my hand gently between
her legs and felt her through the fabric of her panties.
Even through the material I could feel how hot and wet she
was. She pushed herself against me, forcing herself onto my
hand. The gentle pressure of my fingers against her brought
deeper, more powerful groans of pleasure from her throat.
"Oh please, please make me come Becky." she pleaded.
I couldn't wait any longer, I had to taste her, to make her
come. I slid her knickers down with my hands and pushed her
legs apart. I could see her sex, throbbing and wet. I put
my mouth against her for the first time and tasted her. She
was soft, wet hot and desperate for the touch of my mouth.
I pushed my tongue into her and licked, tasting her juice
while she writhed and bucked against my mouth. I had always
loved going down on my partners and now I was experiencing
the most amazing thrill with this gorgeous girl.
My tongue found her hard little clit and I licked and
sucked as she almost screamed with desire. I felt her
vagina muscles contract as she reached her first orgasm. I
kept my mouth there, hungry for her, licking, sucking and
drinking her juices as they flowed from her pussy. I lost
count of the number of times she came, but by the end she
was exhausted, sobbing and gasping for air.
We lay together for hours that night kissing, cuddling and
occasionally bringing each other off to gentle orgasms,
consumed by each other. I smiled to myself as I realised
that this was the most erotic experience of my life. Being
Becky was something that I could get very used to I
thought.
To be continued?
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