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Donna & Frank
"You doin' alright in there, Honey?" she asked as she waited outside the
closed bathroom door.
"Yes, I'm fine,"
"Let me know if you need any help?" she said with concern in her voice.
"I'm fine, really I am!"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Okay," she said, "but the hardest part for me is getting the tie right!"
"Yes, they are a pain in the ass, aren't they?"
She chuckled to herself. There really wasn't any need to answer that
obvious question.
She'd showered and dressed earlier; it took her more time to get ready
than her wife.
Being a woman sure was different! She looked at her reflection in the
bedroom mirror. She was gorgeous; not handsome, or manly gorgeous; but
gorgeous as in the female 'drop dead gorgeous' sort of way! They were
going out to dinner tonight and it was her month to be Donna. Ever since
they'd found the Medallion of Zulo Donna has insisted that they trade
bodies every other month. She was tired, she said, of her monthly visitor.
It's been six months now since they began switching monthly; and she has
just finished her third period! The cramps, bloating, mood swings, and
bleeding were incredible; each and every time her period ended she thanked
god! Tonight was her last night as a woman until next time of course!
She looked at her reflection intently. Her red hair was full and loosely
curled. She shook her head gently and felt the hair brush against her
naked back and shoulders. It had taken her considerable time to get used
to going out in public with so little clothing. The black spaghetti strap
dress she wore left very little to the imagination. Her creamy white skin
was nearly flawless. 'Donna certainly is beautiful' she thought as she
adjusted her C cup breasts inside the dress. Looking at her cleavage would
have given her a hard on; but tonight that would be Donna's worry! Her
wife's body while she was in it didn't really turn her on; what was truly
interesting however was that her real body did. She knew any minute now he
was going to emerge from the bathroom smelling all manly and musky! She
felt her body begin to react as she thought about his hard, muscular, body
with its handsome face, thick black hair, and hairy chest! She could
hardly wait for tonight's dinner to be over so that he could ravage her
body with his large hands and over average sized penis.
Tonight she would surprise him by doing the one thing she thought she
could never be able to do: Take him inside her mouth! As a man she new all
too well what nirvana felt like; to her it was an excellent blow job. She
smiled a pretty smile as she looked at her womanly self in the mirror. Her
teeth were pearly white and perfectly straight. Her green eyes were her
best facial feature she realized as she looked into them. They told the
story of the soul behind them. She wondered if they looked different when
Donna was behind them. She told herself to try to remember what they
looked like now so she could check it out later after they switched back.
She turned from the mirror and looked at the still closed bathroom door.
"You Okay in there, 'Big Guy'?" she asked.
"Yeah, just nicked myself shaving is all," he replied.
She smiled to herself and wondered how it could possibly be that Donna
hadn't mastered shaving his face yet. Her wife's current skin wasn't at
all like hers: soft, supple, creamy, and not at all as thick as Donna's.
She ran her hand over her forearm; it was hairless, thin, yet agile
compared to her real body's forearm which was hairy, heavily muscled, and
thick boned. Her real body was a tool she realized at that moment; while
the body she currently wore was not. Her real body was literally designed
to take more of a 'beating and keep on ticking' much like that damned
'Ever Ready' bunny! She chuckled again and noticed it sounded so
different; not like Donna at all; but not like her male self either. 'I am
somebody else now,' she thought, 'I only happen to look like Donna.'
Indeed that's what it felt like to her.
She heard the bathroom door open and Donna emerged wearing one of her
brand new suits. The black suit looked great on him; it thinned at the
waist and made his broad shoulders look even more so. He wore an expensive
looking white dress shirt with a red paisley tie. She smiled inwardly when
she noticed the tiny piece of tissue stuck to the side of his neck. She
learned long ago not to make light of his difficulties while in her body.
He was not as practiced as she was at managing the testosterone that
flowed through his manly body. Once, he'd lost control and struck out at
her; leaving a nasty red mark on the side of her face where he had slapped
him. She'd learned a hard lesson that day; her usual male arrogance would
get her nowhere while she was female!
"You look great!" she said, as her wife sat on the bed and to put on his
shoes.
"Thanks," he said, in his velvety smooth baritone, as he looked her over
from head to toe. "You're giving me a hard on" he finally said, as he tied
his second shoe lace.
She shrugged her soft, white feminine shoulders. "Sorry," she said, with a
curled lip, "I can't help it!"
Donna shook his head. "You're such a tease when you're female; do you know
that?"
"Well, it seems to work," she said, "If the tenting of your suit pants is
any indication?"
Donna looked down at his lap as he sat on the bed. He already knew of
course what his eyes would see. "I suppose I should've put on a pair of
tight briefs instead," he said.
"Honey, I think you're right!"
Donna kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. 'What a drag,' he thought,
as he pulled off his suit pants. He tossed them onto their bed and took
off his suit jacket; it too went onto the bed. Donna padded over to their
dresser. He bent over and pulled open a drawer.
"Nice ass!" he heard his husband say. He felt his handsome face blush.
'How is it she always seemed to know just how to get under my skin?' he
thought. Donna stood up straight and rolled his eyes at his husband.
"What," she said, "I'm being sincere!"
"Frank, please! We'll be late for dinner," he said as he pulled his boxer
shorts down over his erect penis.
Frank eyed her wife's erection as it peeked out from underneath the dress
shirt he wore. She suddenly didn't care if they ate dinner or not. Her
body wanted his: now! She quickly took a few steps toward her wife and
knelt suddenly before him.
"What the hell are you doing?'' he asked; the irritation plain in his deep
voice.
Donna gasped when he felt Frank's slender fingers suddenly wrap around his
sensitive and very stiff organ.
"What ? what are you ? doing?" he asked, his voice halted as Frank's
fingers continued to massage his erect penis.
Frank looked up at her very tall wife. "You'll see," she said, "You'll
see."
Frank smiled when she heard her wife begin to moan. She knew what he was
feeling. Frank put his tongue onto his hard shaft and licked it. Donna
trembled and put a big hand on top of her head. Frank began to massage his
taught, reddish purple shaft with her tongue. She licked it ? and then
without pausing she stuck his penis into her hot mouth and began to suck.
Frank was amazed. It didn't bother her in the least to be giving Donna
head. 'Finally', she thought, 'I can really repay Donna in bed for all
that he has done for me!'
Donna moaned and his hand on top of Frank's head began to press against
her skull. Frank smiled. She knew it was only a reflex on his body's part
at the moment; she was succeeding! Frank's head began to bob up and down
as she took Donna's penis into her throat deeper and deeper. Donna's body
was getting ready to pulse and ejaculate; his breathing was getting
quicker, his muscles were beginning to tense; Frank could sense it inside
her own mouth. She knew what was coming. She increased her actions upon
his stiff rod; sucking, licking and then gently Frank began to chew on
what was once her own penis until finally Donna exploded inside Frank's
throat. Frank's eyes shot open wide as Donna repeatedly pulsed and
ejaculated his hot, sticky, salty semen into her mouth. Frank gulped over
and over again and looked up at her wife's handsome face; it was turned
upward when he finally cried out.
"Oh my god!" he said, as his heavy breathing expanded his chest
noticeably. Donna's big hand left Frank's head and found its way to his
tie that was still nicely tied tight around his large neck. He loosened
his tie and tried to breathe easier.
"Is it always like that?" he asked as he finally looked down into Frank's
beautiful green eyes.
Frank smiled and looked up at his face. It was awash with pleasure that
she had put there. "No," she said, knowingly, "it's even better if done by
someone with a little experience!"
"Good god! It's almost as good as when you give me tongue on my clit ? I
mean your clit," he said with a wan smile. Frank looked at her wife; her
handsome features were still quite peaceful her repose. Frank felt warmth
inside that she'd never experienced before as a man. It made her very
happy to have given such an experience to Donna; she'd finally done the
deed!
They never did make it to dinner.
Early the next morning it was Frank's turn to retrieve the medallion from
its hiding place. She rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. 'She
would be glad to be able to stand up again to take a leak' she thought as
she sat on the cold toilet seat. Frank finished and wiped and put on
Donna's robe over her naked body. She took one last look at her pretty
face in the mirror. She smiled, the more time she spent in Donna's body
the more she got used to it. Frank walked out of the bedroom and went
downstairs. She found Donna sitting at the kitchen table in his boxer
shorts with a very odd expression on his face.
"It's gone," he said.
"What's gone?" asked Frank as she approached Donna at the table.
"What do you think; the medallion of course!" he snapped. His eyes never
once met Frank's; he just sat at the table and stared ? at nothing.
"What?" shouted Frank, "That can't be! It's gotta be in the drawer where
we left it!" she added.
Donna just shook his handsome head.
"It's not, take a look for yourself," he said calmly.
Frank turned quickly on his barefoot heels and went into the dinning room.
She discovered that the bureau drawers had been ransacked already.
'Donna,' she thought immediately. There however was not a sign of the
magical medallion. A cold shiver went through Frank's being. She turned
silently and stepped back into the kitchen to rejoin the stunned Donna.
"We're stuck this way," Frank said softly, her face set in a grim
expression. Now she would be a woman forever! She started to shake
uncontrollably.
"Afraid so," replied Donna who'd yet to look at Frank directly.
"But where could it have possibly have gone to?" asked Frank, "We're the
only two people who live here!"
Donna shrugged a broad naked shoulder.
"Who knows? All I know is that it's gone! And we're stuck like this for
the rest of our lives."
Frank began to sob and collapsed to the kitchen floor.
They sat that way in silence for quite some time contemplating just what
the future would now hold for them as each other.
"I think it'll be alright, Frank," Donna finally said in his deep
baritone. "We'll adjust?"
"Adjust?" Frank exclaimed, "You're kidding right?"
Donna finally looked down at his very female husband.
"I'm sorry, Frank; but we don't have any other choice."
Frank nodded, her red locks hung loosely around her face. She sighed and
got up from the kitchen floor.
"You hungry?" she asked Donna.
Donna turned and looked at his wife. "Surprisingly, yes I am," he said.
"Bacon and eggs with toast, OK?" she asked him.
Donna nodded. "Sounds great!"
"Fine, it'll be ready soon. Why don't you go get shaved and dressed? I'll
call you when it's ready."
Donna quickly brought a hand up to his face. It felt like sandpaper. He
needed to shave if he was going to go anywhere today. He wondered for just
a few seconds just what Frank usually did on Saturdays; but then he
shrugged.
"OK," he said.
Frank watched as Donna's tall frame walked out of their kitchen. The true
depth of what they had done was yet to be felt she now knew. Now that
there was no going back!
Donna walked into the upstairs bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet.
He pulled out a can of shaving cream, his razor, tooth brush and tooth
paste, and a medallion. He looked at his masculine self in the bathroom
mirror and nodded in response to the evil smile that was on his face.
"Here it goes," he said, as he dropped the medallion into the toilet and
flushed it.
The End
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