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Note: On the Clinic's Yahoo group there is a special edition of this story. This version and the group?s are exactly the same but the group?s version has images included. It is a special publication for members so if you would like you are welcome to join. There is also a collection of my captions there too. The Body Swap Clinic MY LIFE IS QUITE A STORY by Allison Pettman DISCLAIMER: Just though I would add a quick one for this story to remind you that this story is entirely fictional. The main characters in this story (Stacey and Clinton) do not reflect on any person living or deceased. Chapter One - Introduction and a Bit of History My name is Stacey Harris (most commonly referred to as Stace Harris) and I'm well known in Australian sport. It's not because of the fact that I'm a cute buxom hazel eyed brunette with an award winning smile but because I made history in this country. I'm only 27 moving on to 28 soon but only six years ago I was just your average girl who had a passion for the Melbourne Football club and a passion for playing the game of Aussie Rules. Officially when my career starting taking off at the start of last year an author approached me and wanted to tell my story as a ghost written biography. I had no objections to it. In fact I thought it was pretty cool, a little weird though someone wanting to ghost write a biography about you when you are only in your mid to late 20s but I agreed as it seemed people wanted to know how I came from nothing to something. At the start of this year Stacey Harris: It's Who I Am was published and release, it's still selling pretty well. If you haven't read it here are some snippets from the book that should give you a brief run down of the most important bits. I was born Stacey Monique Harris on September 9th 1980 in Albury, NSW, in the early hours of the morning. I was the youngest in the family and there was a substantial age difference between myself and my siblings. There was Ben who was 17 when I was born and Daniel who was 10 and then my father John who was 50 at the time and at that age he raised us by himself. My mother Monique gave birth to me at the remarkable age of 47, having said that she died from a stroke moments after giving birth to me. Apparently in those years she had medical problems with high blood pressure (living in a house of boys why wouldn't she) and her falling pregnant with me didn't help the situation but she couldn't stand the thought of an abortion. Everything was in place to make sure that mum didn't die during child birth but sadly it didn't work. Just a few minutes after I entered this world she died with me in her arms. She always wanted a girl probably why she persisted with the birth sensing I was going to be her first daughter but it seemed the Harris household was only meant to have one girl. My dad found it really hard to get by and he never remarried but I sort of had the stigma of being the one who killed my mother. I mean it is hard to celebrate your birthday on the day your mother died, hence why up until my 19th birthday I always celebrated on September 10th (even though I knew I was born a day earlier). Dad gave me all the love and nurture of any loving dad and my brothers and I had a typical relationship but I knew deep down to them I was a successful Stewie Griffin. Growing up in a household of boys no doubt had an impact and yes the house was footy dominated. My brothers played on the weekends and at school and every chance we had we would go to a game, there are even pictures of me as a toddler playing footy with my brothers. My dad on weekends used to run a footy clinic for young kids and he used to take me along, when I was six he let me have a go. Well I explicitly remember having a ball. I was one of only a few girls to play then, now days there is a large amount of little girls participating in what is now called AusKick but back then it wasn't so. From the time I took part in my first clinic I had a footy in my hand and never played families or with Barbie dolls I just played footy. During my primary years students in grade four to six always played footy on the oval during recess and lunch. It seemed to be a tradition that continued every year so it never died. Well who was me to let that tradition die down so when I made it to grade four I wanted to play. Offcourse they all laughed at me and refused but eventually I talked them into it. I was always last to be picked but by the time I made it to grade six I was normally one of the first. I played footy at my local club and everyday at school and to say that during those years I wasn't labelled as a Tomboy would be a gross understatement. I had friends (most of them boys) but I didn't care what people thought of me. I will admit most of my friends were probably some of the instigators of labelling me a Tomboy but as I say I didn't care, I was a good player on the field so it was probably the guys that weren't as good as me who were just jealous. We moved down to Melbourne for my Secondary years and I went to an all girls school. It wasn't because dad wanted to drop the Tomboy thing it was just that I got an academic scholarship to a good private school. The fact that it was an all girls school didn't matter to me or him. Now as I was in a new city and a girls school is when the Tomboy thing started to fade. The first time in my life I had a large number of girls as friends and offcourse no one played footy on the oval at recess or lunch so I never played during school, however, I did swim, play tennis and soccer for the school in competition and was very good at them but I played soccer mainly because it was the closest thing to game I loved. I had to be a goalie because I had to use my hands I just couldn't help it. I still played footy on the weekends at a new club and was still one of the best players for the team. I was offcourse developing very feminine attributes but I didn't care it wasn't something that disturbed me at all. I never saw myself as gay or anything, I was quite happy growing up as a girl and loved every minute of it. I was just a girl who like playing footy. At the end of season '95 at the age of 15 I tried for the under 16s. But my heart broke when the club wouldn't let me play with the boys anymore stating that it was too dangerous (yeah for me or for them?). They sighted all this insurance bullshit and everything so I started a petition not only parents but even my team mates signed it, I even made the TV news. It bought me one more year but when I turned 16 I couldn't play at any higher level not for my club or any other. So I started umpiring which was a pain as I wasn't a fan of being abused by some of my ex-team mates and by side-line parents for a decision they thought was wrong. Strangely though I was allowed to umpire the boys' games and they said, "This was safer" some parents at the end of a game gave me death threats because they thought I was unfair to their kid. Umpiring though was ok in the end, it was good money for a part-time job and it kept me fit (probably more so than if I played the game). I continued with the umpiring until I finished school. My father passed away in January '99 of a heart attack which I will admit was very painful for me because he did raise me by himself and at his age that was a major accomplishment. To be honest I don't know how he survived my teenage years because I was bit of a hell raiser especially at certain times of the month. He was revived in hospital and before he had another fatal attack told me (as he knew I thought he didn't love me as much because of what happen when I was born) "I never held anything against you. Your mother would be very proud of what you have become but not as much as how proud I am of you. Go get 'em kiddo." Pretty much straight after the funeral I started University planning on become a PE teacher. Didn't really want to, but I just went to Uni for the sake of it and I dropped out after six months. When I dropped out I bought myself a house with my inheritance and got a job at a posh hotel as a valet. But I'm still glad I went to Uni because while I was there I found a Women's footy league and what made it better was my nearest club wore the colours of my club in the AFL, so I had to play for them offcourse. I will admit this though it didn't have the same flare as what playing with the guys is like, nothing against the team but we played a game every second week as opposed to every week and most teams were made up of numbers not skill, my team was good don't get me wrong, but others weren't. It just wasn't the same but I still loved it. I was one of the best players for my team and in my first year I was third best and fairest. My second season I was my club's second best and fairest and leading goal kicker which was impressive considering I wasn't a forward line player but a rover. Playing in a women's league wasn't something a girl could make a life of. It was a bit like playing AFL in the earlier years when you trained on Tuesday and Thursday nights and worked during other times to get by. So with a house and no study I did full time work at the hotel and later worked as a Concierge and at the check in desk. At the age of 20 which was my third season I finally made best and fairest at my club but during that year was when I found, dare I say it, my first ever boyfriend. I know it's a shame but growing up between school and footy I never had the time. He was a footy player offcourse whose name was Clinton Phillips who was your typical footballer great hair and athletically built although for an athlete he was a very quiet guy but very charming. He was one year older than me and he played for a local club. Towards the end of 2001 we moved in together, also around that time Clinton was drafted by an AFL side and I jumped for joy when it was Melbourne. Although on the senior list he was still yet to play a game so he played most of his games in the club's reserve VFL side. Sadly though I never got to see him play, mostly because our games clashed and we had to play at opposite ends of the city but we coped and anyway his games were on the ABC most weeks anyway so I could tape it. In terms of playing with the guys the nearest I got was when I would pick Clinton up after training and some of his team mates and myself would have a quick game of 'jack in the pack'. No doubt some of them used it as an excuse to feel me up but it didn't bother me I was normally better than them anyway (even if they were grabbing my tits). But playing with the guys dangerous? My arse, these guys were huge and not one of them hurt me and they treated me as if I was one of the team. Well that's a brief run down on the life that Stacey Harris lived up to 2002 and its true in every detail. The biography does go on to explain life after 2002 but it doesn't include what I'm going to write here. Two reasons why: 1) I never told the author about it. 2) Point 1) is strong but the main reason is because I'm sure the author would never have believed it. So I tell the story of what was never published here and leave it to you to decide whether you believe me or not. Chapter Two - Second Fiddle Yet Again LATE JUNE 2002 "Checking out Mr Davis?" asked Stacey. "Yes indeed room 1283," was the reply of this handsomely dressed man. "I trust you enjoyed your stay?" asked Stacey as she started to bring up his bill. Mr Davis replied, "Yes it's a very nice hotel perfect location for me with work and all." "Oh you were here on business do you mind if I ask what you do?" asked Stacey. "Certainly I here to open up one of our new public clinics in your fine city." "A medical clinic? I'm sorry are you a doctor?" asked Stacey thinking she had addressed him incorrectly. "No not exactly I guess more of a counsellor we help people find their true selves," replied Mr Davis. "Interesting. Well here's your bill Mr Davis if you just want to double check it," said Stacey as she handed him a printout of the bill. "Yes that looks all ok to me," said Mr Davis. "Thank you, on your Visa card I have on file is that correct?" asked Stacey. "That would be fine," was the reply. "Excellent" Stacey said as she process the transaction and took the Credit Card receipt "If I could just get your autograph there please sir" Stacey said as she present him with the transaction slip and a pen. As Mr Davis signed it he looked up and saw Stacey's name tag and said, "I hope I'm not intruding Stacey but is everything ok with you? I sense that something is missing in your life." Stacey looking a bit uncomfortable "No, not really" she replied as she stapled the second transaction slip to Mr Davis' bill. "Stacey I think there is and I'm sure you know it, trust me you might think your fine now but don't bottle it up, I know probably now you don't think so but when it happens and you consciously know something is a miss give them a call and make an appointment," Mr Davis said as he handed her a business card. Being polite Stacey replied, "Thank you and here is your bill have a safe trip home." "Thank you I always do," replied Mr Davis as he walked off. Stacey looked at the card and it said, "The Body Swap Clinic need a change or feel something is a miss that could change very easily? Give us a call then and make an appointment." "That's weird I'll put it in the concierge contacts you never know when it will be needed by a guest," Stacey thought as she put the card in her inside jacket pocket. "Next," said Stacey as she flagged down the next guest in line. Saturday's game came round and Stacey gave Clinton a kiss as she took her gear ready to go to her game. "What time is your game sweetie?" asked Stacey. "Yeah I should get up shouldn't I, the bounce of the ball is at 1.10 this afternoon yours is 11 right?" replied Clinton. "Yeah an away game nearly two hours drive away. When I finish I'll pick you up after the game ok," said Stacey as she walked out the door. "See you then good luck baby," said Clinton. Stacey got to the ground got changed and with her team did a warm up of the boundary. The girls all went into their rooms and the coach started to give his pre-match speech. "Now girls I know we are looking like finals contenders and we are playing the shit side but that means it ain't going to be easy if anyone of you thinks we have these four points in the bag and play with that mind you will not only loose this game but I'll drop the lot of you for the next game you understand!" he shouted. "Now you will note that Claire isn't here today, she didn't recover from her hamstring strain from training the other night. So Stacey you're the skipper." "Gee thanks coach," said Stacey with glee. "Ok now come on in," said the coach as he brought up his game board and started to explain the positions he wanted the girls to play. There was a knock on the locker room door and one of the girls answered it, it was an umpire and the opposition's coach. The whole locker room booed screaming "Get out of here." The umpire looked at Stacey's coach and said, "Can I see you outside?" "Yeah alright, Stacey take over," he said as he left the room and closed the door behind him. "Alright girls you want know something anyone who walks passed this room would swear that we were a guys team we train like them we play like them. We are just as better as them right?" said Stacey. "Yeah!" the room erupted. "Coach is right this ain't an easy four points. Top sides think that and we are no exception you ruff those bitches up, you do whatever you have to, you show them that we are FUCKING HERE TO PLAY!." Once again the room erupted Stacey surely did have the makings of a good Captain. Just then the coach came back into the room. "QUITE! Everyone sit down we need to talk," he shouted. Like in the military all the girls did as they were told. "I have bad news girls. As you know with the drought some grounds are deemed unsafe to play footy on. Well the ground down the road is like that today and apparently this ground is to be taken by the male team down the road. There is no game for us today. We can't play now and we can't play later with another game on this afternoon. I had no choice but to concede the game as a draw." "Coach that's bullshit, a draw. We are just as good as those fuckers in the next room and we are just as good as the guys and you sell us out for a draw. It's our game day. This sucks," said an extremely disappointed Stacey. The rest of her team mates felt exactly the same way. "Listen girls I didn't sell out, I'm just as disappointed as you. It was either we call it a draw or we actually concede the game." Disgusted Stacey said, "Just wait here" as she got up and left the room "Stacey what are you doing?" her coach asked. "Just need some air boss," she replied. Stacey went to the oppositions locker room and knocked on the door she could see a large amount of male players waiting for the room. The opposition's coach answered the door "Hi I'm Stacey I'm the captain of the other side can I speak to your's please. Don't worry I'm not going to beat her up or anything" she said as she raised her hands to show her innocence. "Yeah alright, Amanda get out here you have a visitor" he said calling his captain. "Hi Amanda right?" Stacey said to the girl that came out. "Yeah," was the reply. "I'm Stacey I'm the captain of the other side listen I'm sure your just as disappointed as my group" Stacey said. "Yeah you want to know something it ain't the first time too, that's why we are at the bottom. We either loose or the game is called off, I'm sick of this. I know the drought is a pain and with water restrictions the council can't water all grounds but they never tell us they are going to cancel our game. It really pisses me off" Amanda replied. "Yeah so why don't we" Stacey then whispered into Amanda's ear something. "Oh no we couldn't. That isn't good sportsmanship," Amanda replied. "Oh and this is, why can't the guys call of a game for once they play every week we play every second week. I'm sick of playing second fiddle. Look I'll take the fall ok," said Stacey. "Alright I'll tell em," said Amanda. "Great," said Stacey as she went back to her rooms. Both teams were hurried out of their rooms quick smart so they all got changed but left their jumpers on, wearing them on top of their clothes. Both coaches decided to stay and watch the blokes game but had no idea what their teams where up to. When the girls were done changing both teams formed a guard of honour outside of the locker rooms leading to the ground. As the blokes ran out both of the girl's sides booed at the players as they ran out. Like proper sportsmen they blocked it out but without a doubt it would have gotten through to them. Both coaches of the girl's side ran over and grabbed their captains together and asked "What the fuck was that?" in a very furious state. "Just venting our anger coach," said Amanda. "Are the two of you responsible?" asked one coach. "No it was me. Leave Amanda alone I convinced her to do it" Stacey replied. Amanda's coach then said, "I shocked with you Mandy I thought you were better than that. Your on notice young lady. Now all of you go home." Stacey turned to Amanda and said, "Thanks felt good didn't it?" "Bloody oath it did see ya around," said Amanda. "I make you captain and this is what you do Stacey?" said Stacey's coach. "I know I should kept the anger in for the next game but that's two weeks away that ain't safe," said Stacey. "Well now your next game is six weeks away I'm suspending you for two games," said the coach. "Yeah I guess I deserve that I'll see you at training," said Stacey as she walked off but her team cheered her on as she went to her car. Stacey decided to go see Clinton's game. Stacey got to the ground in the last minutes of the first quarter. The VFL is still a proper game of footy no security problems or commercialism for example you could still go on to the field during the breaks to kick the footy or listen to the coach and his team. Stacey always went for the later option when she went to a game. When the first quarter finished she ran into to see Clinton "Stacey what are you doing here?" said Clinton. "Oh game got cancelled. It's a long story, so I came to watch you," said Stacey. "Great hope you enjoy," said Clinton. "I will now get going," said Stacey as she patted him on the backside as he ran to his team huddle. Stacey watched the game and during the second quarter like his personality Clinton had a pretty quiet day its probably why since being picked up he hasn't played for the seniors, but he is the kind of player you can't drop as he reads the game well and is there in the right spots, not a goal kicker but a creator. "Hey Stacey," said a voice behind her. Stacey turned and said, "Oh hey Jono, not playing today?" smirking at her comment as she knew he had just had a shoulder reconstruction. Jono had played a few games in the seniors and was good friends with Clinton and Stacey. Jono actually had a crush on Stacey which was obvious to anyone but he normally stood back and didn't interfere. "Same for you why aren't you playing? Clint said you had a game today," asked Jono. "Yeah it got canned for a blokes game because their ground was dangerous due to the drought. Anyway downside is we didn't play and I got suspended for two games so I'm not back for six weeks," replied Stacey. "What did you do if you didn't play ... I mean how?" asked Jono. "The suspension? Well I was skipper today and with the disappointment I chatted with the opposition's captain and we staged a protest. We formed a guard of boos as the blokes ran on to the field. So it's a club imposed suspension," replied Stacey. "Your shitting me aren't you? You know your more passionate about this game than some blokes I've played with. You know if it wasn't the fact that I did this shoulder on national TV I wouldn't be ashamed to say that I got this from playing against you. I hate to admit it but your just as good as the blokes. You should be out there today," said Jono. "Yeah .... Yeah," said Stacey as she sighed. The siren went to finish the first half. "Listen Jono I'll catch you later," said Stacey as she jumped the fence and ran to see Clinton. "Hey sweetie listen I'm going to run into work for a while so I'll see you at home. Can someone give you lift?" asked Stacey. "Yeah I'm sure I'll find someone," replied Clinton. "Great I'll see you tonight sweetie," said Stacey as she ran towards her car. Stacey drove to the hotel were she worked and pulled up in the staff car park. She walked into the lobby although she smelt of liniment she was well dressed so she was still allowed into the hotel. This place wouldn't look to kindly on a person entering the hotel (staff or guest) in footy boots, shorts and footy jumper. Stacey went to the Concierge desk and opened up the rolodex. "Hey Stacey I thought you had a game today?" asked one of her co- workers. "Yeah it got cancelled we swapped a shift for nothing. Just came in because I left something of mine here that I need" Stacey replied. Her co-worker was then distracted by a hotel guest and Stacey found the business card that Mr Davis gave her, she took it out of the rolodex and said goodbye to her co-worker. Before she went back to her car she went into the staff room. Then 20 minutes later Stacey went back to her car, as soon as she got in she opened her mobile. Stacey felt bottled up with emotions, maybe she had cracked today and scared she might be on the stages of a mental illness she called the number on the card thinking it might be a counsellor. The phone answered, "The Body Swap Clinic how can I help you?" "Hi I got this card and was told I should call you if I felt as if something was a miss," said Stacey. "Ok would like an appointment, I can fit you in today at around 5pm?" said the voice on the phone. "Ah okay ... that's fine I guess," replied Stacey. Stacey got the address of the Clinic and wrote it down on the business card and hung up the phone. The clinic wasn't far away. Mr Davies was right it was easily accessible to the hotel it was about a 20 minute walk or a five minute drive away. The time was coming up to 4.30 so Stacey got there in more than enough time. The clinic was in an office building in the south of the city close to the bay and near old factory buildings. It didn't look like much of a respected office block regardless of how many firms occupied it. By the time Stacey had a car spot she got into the Clinic at 4.55pm. The office was on the second floor of the building and looking in she saw just a desk with a computer and two waiting room chairs and another door, it didn't look like much even though it occupied the floor. As Stacey walked in a tall gentleman in just a casual business shirt and pants came out of the other room "Hi, Stacey Harris is that right?" Stacey replied with a "Yep that's me." "You're my five o'clock, would you like to come through" inviting Stacey in. The office just had a work desk with desk chairs next to it and a couch, no degrees or diploma's over the walls but the office had one great view of the beach and the bay and the patients chair over looked it. "Please have a seat, first allow me to introduce myself I'm Ashley," the gentleman said as he offered Stacey a seat on the couch. Stacey sat down and Ashley sat in a chair next to her. Rasing his right arm he rested his head on his thumb and had his forefinger at the top of his head in a very psychoanalytical way and said, "So tell me why are you here. Jana said something about you missing something in life." "Yeah. You see I love footy. I love playing it and I have being playing in a league for a few years and I'm very good. Today our game was cancelled for a blokes match instead and I got pretty mad. I mean we were all disappointed so I got the other team and mine to boo the blokes as they ran on. End of the day I was suspended for two games and I guess I was just mad but then I went and saw my boyfriend play his game and one of his mates came up to me and we had a chat. Like pretty much most guys he said things along the lines of you're a good player and that I can do better than the guys. Trust me its not the first time I've heard that. But with the suspension and that I ... guess I cracked it. I never thought of myself as gay or wanting to be a guy ... I mean I love being a girl ... you know girl power yay. But it seems I'm walked on my entire life and that something is missing. Maybe I should have been a guy, maybe I'm a gay guy in a woman's body or something. I mean I was really raised as a boy not a girl," said Stacey. "What do you mean by that raised as a boy?" asked Ashley. Stacey explained her childhood and how she grew up playing footy in a house of boys. "Well I really suppose not raised as a boy. So I suppose that was bit of an overstatement but I guess I pretended to be a little boy and acted as one because I had no female contributions while growing up. But I don't think I ever wanted to be a guy. I know it's really strange," replied Stacey. "Believe me Stacey there are stranger things in life that this. Can I just ask your father does he ever see you play?" asked Ashley. "Well he passed away a little while ago. I'm actually the only one in the family that still plays it. My brothers have stopped although my nephew plays. Dad went to all my games growing up, well up until I was kicked out," replied Stacey. "What was he like? Was he proud, angry or just went because his was your father?" asked Ashley. "Yeah he was very proud of me. He told me that himself although he never showed it until the end," said Stacey. "You know it seems to me that your father, because of this so called stigma you believed he put on you meant that you basically felt as though you didn't want to bother him with girly things or anything like that. So you played footy to keep him proud. You tried to blend in with the males in the household you never had a female role model and sadly you were always second fiddle. Your father never really showed you much emotion to your accomplishments when he was around, by the sounds of it. You are always being put aside by men, you play second fiddle all the time. That's why you cracked today. Once again in your life you played second fiddle and the fact this always happens is something that you have bottled up during your life and probably more so in your late teens. Well at least you didn't go on a cross country killing spree," said Ashley as he saw Stacey smirk at that comment. "You want to be in front. You want to be noticed and you aren't getting that" added Ashley. "So what do I do? Do I actually have questions about my gender or something?" asked Stacey. "Hmm ... It's not really a question of gender dysphoria its more of a case of you just wanting a level playing field but you aren't getting that because you're a woman," said Ashley. "So what do I do about it?" asked Stacey. "Come with me," said Ashley. Ashley lead Stacey into another room which was full of surveillance equipment. "Now I know your not going to believe me so that's why I've brought you into here. I know that you don't actually want to be a guy but you would like to see what its like. That is what I'm sensing and I can do that for you. Now before you doubt me let me tell you something. My secretary Jana is my girlfriend, she has gone home early but you see that is actually the body I was born with. I'm Jana the two of us do swap quite a bit and its great we understand one another a lot better. Now you are probably laughing and everything but I'll prove it to you. Watch," said Jana/Ashley. Stacey looked at the television in shock. "Oh my god ... you ... I mean how is that?" said Stacey in ore as she watched a surveillance recording of the two going through a swap process. "I can do that for you, you can swap with a man. If you like it then yeah its probably gender dysphoria your suffering from. If not then you just hate being second fiddle to guys that's common," said Jana/Ashley. "Is there anyone you would want to swap with?" asked Jana/Ashley. "My boyfriend," said Stacey quietly. "Yes Clinton ... I want to swap with my boyfriend," said Stacey with glee. "Your boyfriend ok then I'll give you this new formula which is bit of a thrill. If you would like to step back into my office," said Jana/Ashley as he motion for Stacey to sit at the desk. Jana/Ashley then brought out two blue bottles. "This is one of our new products and it's a pretty thrilling swap process," said Jana/Ashley. "How does it work?" asked Stacey. "This is the thrilling part, it works during sex. All you need to do is drink one bottle before sex, once you receive a sperm sample and once the male has received your juices the swap process happens," said Jana/Ashley. "I'll take it," said Stacey mesmerised. "So how do you swap back or is it permanent?" Stacey asked. "You need to drink the formula again to swap back. So same situation just drink the second bottle there's no expiry date or anything," said Jana/Ashley. "You have sold me. How much for today then?" asked Stacey. "Whole lot for today $40," said Jana/Ashley. Stacey opened her purse and paid in cash "Here you go, thank you" she said as she got up and started to leave. "Your welcome and remember have fun, bye," said Jana/Ashley. "See you later," said Stacey walking with almost a spring in her step. Chapter Three - Solution Found Stacey pulled into her driveway and saw that her light was on, "Excellent his back" she said to herself. She opened up a bottle and drunk it all down in one hit. Stacey then started to have butterflies in her stomach "No you need to do this Stacey now come on pull yourself together" she said to herself as she left the other bottle in the glove box. "Hey baby your back, you missed it we came from behind in the last quarter to win by 10," said Clinton as Stacey entered the house. "Oh I'm sorry sweetie ... come here" Stacey said as she motioned for Clinton to come up and give her a hug. As Clinton put his arms around her she grabbed his package with her hand and looked at him with wild lust "You didn't do a groin muscle today did you?," she said. "No I didn't," said Clinton with a look of excitement. "Great cause I'm horny as hell," said Stacey as Clinton lifted up Stacey's top and started playing her breasts while she slid her hand down and undid Clinton's jeans to get him going. "Come on then," said Stacey as she dragged Clinton into the bedroom and pushed him on to the bed. Next Stacey pounced on Clinton to be in his arms, together they started to discard of their clothing as quickly as possible and it wasn't long before the two were naked together in bed. Stacey took Clinton's head and smothered him with her breasts then finally working her way done to his crotch. Stacey then spit into her hand and started to lathered Clinton up with her saliva "Now baby I would give you my normal blowjob special but I want it down there tonight. Don't worry its not because I want a kid or anything I've got plenty of morning after pills I just want it bad and your not going to cum until I say so ok," said Stacey as she mounted herself on to Clinton's manhood. Stacey moaned as she felt Clinton's hard throbbing member slide deep within her. Stacey then started sliding up and down on Clinton's member which made Clinton moan even more as he felt his girlfriend's warmth sealed tight around his member. Stacey was working like a pro and she wouldn't let him cum "Oh god" Clinton thought to himself "Do you want me to cum baby," said Clinton. "Not yet," said Stacey in a forceful manor "Oh gee I don't know if I can hold this" Clinton thought to himself as he closed his eyes and tried not to think about what was happening hoping it will buy him some more time. With his eyes shut Stacey smiled to herself as she thought "Oh fuck this is great he has no idea of what is going to happen. He is having the time of his life and little does he know that when he ejaculates and we exchange fluids he is going to feel what will then be my cock pounding nice and hard into his nice warm thighs and I'll be at last be able to play footy with the boys instead of in that stupid women's league. Oh my god I'm going to miss this but NO it's a price I willing to pay and Clinton will learn to love female orgasms I'm sure" thought Stacey as she felt ready to burst. "Oh that's it I can't take it anymore ... good boy ... baby you wanna cum for me now I'm ready for you ... I'm ready for manhood!" screamed Stacey. Clinton didn't here that, all he could think of was "Thank god." "Here you go baby you want my cum ... you want it," said Clinton breathing heavily "Yes come on baby I want it .... I literally want you now" screamed Stacey. "Can you handle it?" said Clinton. "I'm sure I can handle it sweetie now come on don't keep a girl waiting," screamed Stacey with a grin. "Here you go then," said Clinton. Stacey could feel Clinton's hot warm semen flowing through her "Oh baby yes" screamed Stacey as she climaxed. Then within a millisecond she felt a strange alien force surround the two of them. Clinton was too much in a world of himself to notice but all of a sudden Stacey saw Clinton's nipples getting bigger, his hair started to lengthen as Stacey noticed her hair started to shorten. Stacey noticed that her breasts now weren't bouncing as much as they were before. In fact it felt as if she was wearing a bra but actually her breasts were shrinking and within another millisecond they had vanished. Clinton's moans where different now they were more of a high pitched scream as if he was little girl, however, Stacey noticed that instead of her screaming joy of just before she was now more bottled up and her breathing pattern had changed, before it was quicker and faster now it was slower. She then noticed that her momentum had changed she was no longer moving in an upward and downward motion but she was moving her hips forward and back in an almost pumping motion. Stacey looked down and she saw her former breasts bouncing on Clinton's chest with each of her thrusts. She noticed that Clinton was screaming like a slut but Stacey knew from experience that his orgasm was starting to wear off. "Yes I've got a dick ... I'm a guy!" she shouted in pure bliss. "Better start using it then" she thought as she started to increase her thrusts "Oh god" Clinton thought almost as if it was a second wave "Oh come on," said Stacey as she started to notice she was loosing some of her hardness. Stacey realised it was over. "Yes I've got pure testosterone pumping in my veins ... I'm a guy ... I'M A GUY," screamed Stacey as she realised the full extend of what had just happen. It almost happened in the blink of an eye pretty much. Clinton's orgasms were starting to come to an end and as he opened his eyes he saw himself on top of him. Clinton screamed for dear life and pushed Stacey of him. "What's the matter Stacey?" asked Stacey as she broke into laughter. "How was your first female orgasm Clinton?" Stacey asked again laughing her head off. "It worked .... It really worked," said Stacey with pure joy. "What did you do Stacey?" asked Clinton. "You fucking enjoyed that. Look at you your hair is a mess I must really be good," said Stacey. "Jesus cut the bull what have you done?" asked a very mad and at the same time scared Clinton. "Ok ... you know what it's not like looking into a mirror its like having a twin but wait oh no unless my twin is a hermaphrodite I don't think it is my twin," said Stacey still laughing her head off as she grabbed her package for the first time. "Stacey!" screamed Clinton. "Ok ... Ok we swapped bodies and yes I'm the one that did it and I don't know how to swap back ... oh yes I do but we aren't going to swap back until I say so ok," said Stacey. "Why have you done this?" said Clinton as he was about to start crying. "Oh don't do that. That body hasn't cried since it was four and if I recall it was the last time I wet my pants. But to answer your question I'm sick of playing second fiddle to you guys both on and off the field but I don't think I'm a lesbian or have any gender issues so I thought I would try it out, you know take a test drive of a man for a while and see if I like it. If I do then you ain't getting your body back if I don't you will. So until then you will just accepted you are my girlfriend Stacey and I'm your boyfriend Clinton, ok," said the new Clinton. Chapter Four - The Start of my "Suspension" "Now STACEY in terms of work I put in for leave and swapped some shifts for you so you don't go back to work until Thursday week. That should give you sometime to adjust to your new life. Now to my memory you and the guy's were going out for a drink tonight so I'd better get going. Oh and by the way feel free to explore that body of yours I won't take any offence, trust me female masturbation is so fucking awesome," said Clinton. "Swap us back please, I don't want to be a girl," said Stacey as she looked over and saw Clinton getting dressed. "Oh yeah jockey shorts," said Clinton as he slid his new underpants up and put them on. "Wow they really express the package don't they and wow what a package I have huh?" added Clinton. "Listen Clinton," said Stacey and then she paused. "Ha you called me Clinton you're adapting good," said Clinton as he put some pants on. "Swap us back now," said Stacey in an almost childish manor. "Listen if you keep bugging me about this I won't swap back you understand? ... Do you understand?" said Clinton. "Yes," said Stacey through clinched teeth. "Good now don't wait up. Oh and get dressed you don't want to catch a chill," said Clinton as he left the bedroom and the house bound for the train station. Stacey was now left all alone in the house, slowly she picked herself up from the bed wiping away the tears on her cheeks and got up and walked to the chest of drawers. At the top of these drawers was a mirror, this was the first time Stacey was confronted with her new reflection and she started crying again "God I'm a human fountain" she said as she wiped away more tears. "Come on pull yourself together you can do this. Right" she said as she took a deep breath. Stacey then walked into the bathroom and turned on the tap, she cupped her hands to fill them with water. As she lent forward to lean over the sink she felt the weight of her breasts pull her forward quicker than she was expecting. "My god my centre of gravity is all over the place," she said. "Fuck" Stacey said this time in an angry voice as her hair started getting in the way of her face, she splashed her face quite a few times. Drying her face with a hand towel she went back into the bedroom. On the top of dresser there were some hair ties, grabbing her hair she pulled it all back and put it into a ponytail. Next she went and opened up the drawers and realised she had opened her old set, she then opened up her new draw to be presented with an enormous amount of female undergarments. Stacey picked up a pair of pale blue panties and put them on. Next she picked up a white lace bra, looking at it as if it was a dead possum that someone had run over on the road. Stacey put her arms through the straps and placed her new breasts into the cups, she struggled with the hooks twisting backwards and forwards in front of the mirror trying to secure it. Finally she just gave up. "Forget if ... stuff it," said Stacey in anger as she just threw the bra on to the floor. Next she just grabbed a T-shirt and put it on and then put on a pair of track pants. She then decided to find something to eat, as she started walking she noticed her chest weight pulling her down. "Oh god no wonder she always wears a bra even when she goes to bed," said Stacey. Slowly she realised she had to put a bra on, she went back to the bedroom and picked up the discarded bra. Taking off the T-shirt she tried once again but to no avail to get her bra on. Finally she just took it off and did it up. Then put it on as if it was a shirt nestling her new flesh into the cups she then slid her arms through the straps. Stacey put her shirt on again and walked off "I can't do this" she thought to herself as she walked to the kitchen. "Hey there he is," shouted Jono as Clinton entered the pub they were meeting at. "How's it going Jono?" said Clinton. "Good yourself, hey and your never late, what's up?" said Jono. "Oh you know Stacey wanted to celebrate our victory today if you know what I mean," said Clinton. "Oh you bastard," said Jono with a laugh and a hint of jealousy. "You know if it wasn't for that, or the fact that I know her personally without a doubt I would put my money on it that she was a dike" added Jono trying to cover up his jealous feelings. "What?" said Clinton with clenched teeth. "Oh you know what I mean she's" Clinton cut Jono off with "Yeah Yeah I know she's one of the guys. You know I'm pretty sure she's sick of hearing that," said Clinton "Although they maybe some truth in what you say" added Clinton with a bit of a smile. "What? Which part?" asked Jono. "Oh you know the way she is, but what do you expect she grew up in a house of boys," said Clinton. "Really I never knew that. You know with that kind of situation it's amazing she came away with such a healthy attitude towards men. Anyway what are you drinking?" asked Jono. "Oh a Chardonnay," said Clinton. "Your joking aren't yah?" asked Jono with a smile. "N ... yeah I'll have whatever your having," said Clinton "Oh thank god" he thought. Clinton had never really been a beer drinker but a wine and spirits drinker, but you can hardly drink wine with a bunch of footy players "Guess I'll just have to bite the bullet" thought Clinton. "Hey with the sling and everything, do you need a hand with the drinks?" asked Clinton. "Nah with the sling I can carry at least two in here and two with my other good hand, the guys are over there," said Jono as he pointed to couch area of the bar. Clinton walked over to his new team mates. "Hey there he is. You played a good game today mate. Come on in here," Anthony said as he made a space for Clinton. Stacey meanwhile had eaten a quick microwave dinner, neither of the two cooked in that house anyway so its all that was there. Trying to forget her sorrows she decided to watch the footy game on TV. Sure enough it was working even though it wasn't her team playing it was a religion in this house so it was a passion to watch any side play. Stacey had completely forgotten about her jam but there were a few moments that brought her straight back to earth like when she'd shouted at the umpire for a wrong decision and her higher pitched voice was heard or when she made a movement and felt the weight of her breasts. Just then her mobile went off, but Stacey just ignored it until it rang out. It rang out a total of three times by the forth Stacey got a little impatient so she answered it. "Hello," she said in a dull state. "Stacey you are coming out with us tonight? We are getting you pissed, you are the toast of the town so come on we are meeting at," said Alexia one of Stacey's team mates. "No I'm staying in tonight," said Stacey. "No I'm not taking that for an answer I'm in a taxi now and I'll come and pick you up I'll be there in 30, be ready," said Alexia as she hung up. "Oh great," said Stacey. Deciding she better wear something better Stacey went into her room and went into her cupboard. She picked out a red wool fishnet cardigan and on that hook was a red hip length cami top. Next she picked out a black skirt with a red and white race strip on the sides finally she picked a pair of black high heel knee length boots. Stacey had everything on except her shoes when she noticed her white bra straps could be seen "Oh that doesn't work," said Stacey as she took off her upper clothing. Next she went to her draw "Ah there we go," said Stacey as she picked out a red bra with thinner straps. Stacey this time having no trouble did the bra up easily. "Ah that's better," Stacey said as she slipped her boots on. Next she undid her hair and brushed it out and took some bobby pins to keep the hair out of her face. "Oh damn it," she said in anger as she messed up her hair so once again she brushed it out. Finally after the second go her hair was long and lovely and most importantly out of her face. Next she went into the bathroom deciding she needed some make-up "This ought to be fun," she said. Stacey just took a little bit of mascara, eyeliner, blush and foundation and applied it to her face finishing with red lipstick. As she was doing this she realised something. "Oh my god what am I doing? What's going on?" as she realised even though she had only been in this body for an hour or so she was acting like a natural girl. "Stop it," she screamed at her beautiful reflection. Clinton was having a ball with his new found mates and was surprised considering he never like beer before he was downing them like any other drinker. To anyone who walked passed this group they would have seen a bunch of guys drinking and having a laugh. "Hey Clinton tell the guys what your girl did today at her game. I take it she told you," said Jono. "Oh, yeah Stacey's game got cancelled because a blokes game needed to be played on the oval because of the drought, so her game was called a draw and they didn't play. Man was I ... she ... pissed. So what she did was she got the other team and her team to form a guard of honour and as each team ran out they booed the blokes as they ran out. She got suspended for two games and because the games are every two weeks she isn't back for six," said Clinton. "I tell you she is a wild one," said Anthony laughing. "You know the whole thing with women in the game yeah I'm for it but not playing with us. It's not a matter protecting them it's protecting us, women in sport are vicious. I remember a few years ago I had to fill a spot for my sister because she played mixed netball and man was that was vicious. I mean the forward who smashed into me today and left me in the stars for a while was less painful than that game of netball," said Anthony. "But you want to know something?" said Cameron another one of the players with the drinking group. "What?" asked Jono. "The thing I don't get is why are guys normally so against woman's AFL because think about it, you have girls together sometimes in the wet tackling each other in mud. You can see that for free at a few sporting grounds in this state and some people pay money to see that" answered Cameron. "His got a point," said Anthony as the whole group broke out into laughter. "Hey check out that blonde at my 11 o'clock," said Anthony. "Some one should make a move on her," said Cameron. "Nah she's taken. Girls like that normally are," said Anthony. "Nope she's single I would say just became single and she is waiting for someone and I would put my money on it that it's a female friend," said Clinton. "How do you know that?" said Jono. "If she was waiting for her male friend, yes she would be dolled up but not like that. She has probably just broken up with her man and her friends are taking her out to get another. Trust me," said Clinton. "How do you know that?" asked Cameron. "Let's just call it an intuition," replied Clinton with a smirk. "Ok then go up to her," said Anthony. "Me? I've got a girlfriend no way, go on Jono you're a senior AFL player injured and single. I bet you $50 that you will be able to talk to her and she won't throw you away and you will probably get her number," said Clinton. "50 bucks huh, I bet your wrong. Watch," said Jono as he got up and approached the blonde at the bar. "Trust me he won't have a drink thrown into his face just watch," said Clinton. Stacey realised she would need money, so she went to her handbag and took out her purse but realised that it was to difficult to carry it around. "Oh gees," said Stacey as she realised she would need to take a handbag with her. When she heard a car pull into the driveway she went and opened the door to see Alexia walking towards the house "Come on let's go" then she stopped and looked at Stacey and said, "Are you alright you look sort of ... oh wait your not sick its just too much blush. Here" she added as she got out a tissue from her handbag and wiped away a bit of the excess. "There we go ... now let's go," said Alexia as she walked off towards the waiting taxi. Stacey locked up the house and followed. Only then she realised that she had being walking in heels and hadn't had any problems, in fact it seemed like she had years of experience in them which she thought was pretty weird but cool although she didn't like it how the heels made her rear look even more scrumptious. Stacey got into the taxi like a girl with her legs closed and sat like a girl with a straight back and legs closed but it wasn't a case of femineity she found it was more of a combination of her body just doing it and not wanting to freeze her privates. "She is so into him," said Anthony in a state of shock. "Yeah look at it she's got her handbag closer to him, open palms, exposing her wrists playing with her hair its classic," said Clinton. "How do you know this?" asked Cameron. "I ... read a book ... on Body Language," replied Clinton. "Look they are coming over here," said Anthony. "Everyone this is Lucy. Lucy this is Cameron, Anthony and Clinton," said Jono as he pointed to each of his mates. "Hi, how are you all?" said Lucy. As they sat down Clinton whispered into Jono's ear "Told you 50 bucks pay up." "I will," said Jono under his breath. "Everyone Lucy has a few friends coming over I said it would be ok if they joined us" Jono told the group. "They should be here in five minutes or so," said Lucy. "Great ... Fine no problem with us. Any problems guys?" said Cameron. "Oh no not at all" Clinton and Anthony said almost together. At about that same time a taxi pulled up "Ok come on let's go. They are all waiting for you inside," said Alexia as she dragged Stacey into the pub. "Hey here she is," said Lisa. "Yeah the girl who shoved it right up em'. First round is on us," said Helen. Stacey was a little confused, she knew that these girls were the girls that this body played with but had no idea what they were talking about but Stacey was in a state of depression and the idea of hitting the bottle was a very tempting way to drown her sorrows. "That really show the boys booing them as they ran on to the ground was a stroke of genius and getting the other side to do it too, bloody brilliant. Oh yeah I heard," said Claire. Helen brought back an ice bucket with two bottles of champagne and glasses. Almost naturally Stacey replied, "Oh you did?" "Oh hell yeah Alexia told me," said Claire. "Here's to you Stacey," said Helen as she did a little toast to Stacey. Although Stacey found herself to be the centre of attention she found that if she just kept quite and didn't say anything she might get through the night. Stacey thought to herself "I might get through tonight but its going to be long." Stacey just sighed and took another gulp from her glass. Meanwhile the boys were having a blast, Clinton found himself with one of Lucy's friends sitting on his lap "Gees how do guy's handle this thing" Clinton though to himself trying to hide his 'excitement' at this cute redhead sitting on his lap. "Well we better getting going its getting late and we need to be back at the club for tomorrow's post game wrap and to watch the Seniors play at the G plus we are also past the club curfew," said Anthony who was always the edge of reason. "Yeah I suppose your right," said Clinton. "Yeah your right I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow," said Cameron. "Catch you later," said Clinton as he left the boys behind. Before going outside though Clinton needed to go to the toilet, he went into the male toilets and saw urinals and stalls apart from the piss on the floors Clinton found it was actually a lot cleaner than the ladies room. "May as well try the urinal" thought Clinton as he got up on the platform and undid his fly and aimed his manhood at the wall "My god this is fucking awesome" thought Clinton as he went to the toilet standing up doing a little dance with his urine as it hit the wall. Once done with the toilet Clinton went outside to catch a taxi. "Come on Stacey we better get you home," said Alexia as she picked up her friend from the couches they were sitting on and took her outside to get a cab for her. "Gees you were quiet tonight but by the looks of it you needed to catch up on some drinking or something?" asked Alexia. "Yeah I guess. I guess I can't drink as much as I thought I could," said Stacey in a clear state of inebriation. "Well just as long as you can hold it in that's all I care about ok. Don't go chucking up in the cab," said Alexia as she opened the door for Stacey to get in. Clinton got out of the taxi at his home and went inside, it was now about two in the morning and he found on the bed his girlfriend sleeping in her clothes and make-up all smudged over her face. "Bugger I forgot to tell her about that, but surely she must have known I normally go out with them every Saturday night. Seriously trust me girl don't turn to the drink to forget your troubles" thought Clinton as he went into the bathroom carrying a pair boxer shorts to get changed for bed. Inside the bathroom it wasn't long before Clinton was standing in just his jockey shorts "Wow I'm a stud" thought Clinton as he started flexing his muscles in the mirror. Getting curious Clinton took his jockey shorts off to get a clear view of his new equipment. Clinton cupped his testicles and found them to be really cool it was like a hairy bean bag as Clinton did this thoughts of that redhead Katie who was sitting on his lap tonight started to remind him of how his member felt as it sprang to life in his underpants. As he remembered the feeling of an attractive girl like Katie sitting on his lap he once again felt and this time saw his manhood spring to life again. When there was a bit of density to it he started playing with the shaft which no doubt encouraged it more and soon he had a massive erection. Before it was just small and weak now it was huge. Clinton started swaying side to side and it moved in each direction he swayed then he started bending it loving every minute of his new found sexuality. "I just have to" thought Clinton as he spit into his right hand and grabbed his member and started working the shaft adding more saliva on to his hand until his penis was lubricated nicely. "Ok here we go," he said as he counted one-two-three and then started to pull up and down on it like a can of whipped cream "Oh my god this is so cool" he thought as it kept getting better and better. His legs started to weaken so he moved back against the wall and slid down until he was seated on the floor and then bang Clinton ejaculated his new fluid all over the bathroom floor. "Oh that was so cool," thought Clinton as his breathing started to calm down. Slowly Clinton got up and realised he would have to clean up the mess he made so he picked up a discarded towel then once the floor was clean he put his boxers on. Going back to the bedroom he slowly slid into bed next to his girlfriend who was out like a light, no doubt the alcohol would result in a good nights rest from her. Chapter Five - A New Week. A New Life Clinton woke up the next morning at around 9am to see that his girlfriend was still unconscious. Clinton went out to Stacey's car and took the remaining vial and hid it along with the business card. Next he showered, shaved and got dressed in his teams dress suit having no problems with the tie because it seemed the real Clinton could never do a tie which meant that the mind in this body had a lot of experience doing up one. Still seeing that his girlfriend was asleep he walked into the kitchen and got a box of Panadol out of the cupboard and a glass of water and put it on the bedside table knowing that Stacey would be suffering from a massive hangover. As he did he saw Stacey starting to wake up "Here have two of these, have a shower and drink lots of water, alright," said Clinton. The sound of the voice just brought Stacey up straight away feeling the weight of her head and chest "Oh shit it wasn't a dream," said Stacey. "Jesus you must have had a lot last night. The swap did happen Stacey," said Clinton. "Listen the swap happen and we aren't going to swap back until I say so, so just get over it and move on. Trust me enjoy experiencing life from that point of view" added Clinton. "Where you going?" asked Stacey. "Post game review and then the game at the G. Will I see you there?" asked Clinton. "No just go," said Stacey. "Alright I'll see you tonight then," said Clinton as he left the house. That night Clinton got home and found Stacey sitting on the couch in nothing but jeans and T-shirt with messed up hair as if she never dried it after her shower watching the news on the television. "You ok?" asked Clinton. "What do you think?" said Stacey very bluntly. "What's that suppose to mean?" asked Clinton. "You stole my life what am I suppose to do?" asked Stacey. "Live that life, I mean come on there is still a guy's mind in there Stacey, you had a house to yourself and you can play with those breasts whenever you want. You didn't even do something like that?" said Clinton. "Nope," replied Stacey. "Then you're an idiot trust me I'm having a ball something that I didn't think I would but I am. Trust me you might surprise yourself, in fact if you keep up this attitude then I mightn't swap back at all. Think about that," said Clinton. "Oh I have," replied Stacey. "Also since we have hit a hitch in our relationship your sleeping out here tonight got it" added Stacey. "Fine me being the gentleman I am you can have the bed," said Clinton. Two days passed and living in this house was without a doubt excruciating with rarely any words spoken or any eye contact between Stacey and Clinton. "Well I'm of to training and you should be too, shouldn't you?" asked Clinton. "Nope I'm not going," said Stacey. "Stacey you were suspended don't get yourself kicked off the team call the coach up and tell him you pulled your hamstring or something," said Clinton as he handed Stacey the phone. "No," said Stacey standing her ground. "Do it," said Clinton very sternly. Almost rolling her eyes she took the phone and called her coach "Hey coach its Stacey look I went for a run yesterday and I strained my hamstring and can't make it today ... how long will I be out?" asked Stacey looking over to Clinton. Clinton held up his hand showing a number "Four weeks probably ... Ok I'll keep you posted," said Stacey as she hung up the phone. "Good I'll see you later then," said Clinton as he left the house. Just then it dawned on Stacey "Oh my god" she thought. Stacey had just dialled her coach's number as if she always knew it and she was also dressing and acting like a girl, to her it was now second nature. "Oh god its got to stop," Stacey said out loud. Later that night still sitting in front of the TV trying to forget what was going on Stacey heard her phone ringing. "Oh fucking hell", she said to herself as she went to answer it. "Hey Stacey it's me. Coach said you did your hammy?" Alexia said on the phone. "Yeah I'll be out for a while. Listen I actually have quite a bit on for the next few weeks so I probably won't see you for a while," said Stacey. "Are you ok?" asked Alexia very concerned. "Yeah I just have a lot with work and the leg doesn't help," replied Stacey. "Well ok then. Don't be a stranger," said Alexia. "I won't, bye," Stacey said as she hung up the phone. About half an hour later Clinton returned home and placed his sports bag on the kitchen bench when he saw that Stacey hadn't really moved from the TV since he left. "Wow, you know I now understand Stacey why you needed my help when you got home from training. The amount of testosterone being pumped in the rooms and the field I can only imagine what game day is like, no wonder your so horny when you get back," said Clinton motioning his head down towards his crotch. Stacey turned and looked at Clinton with a puzzling look on her face then it clicked "Oh hell no," said Stacey in disbelief. "Stacey I always did it when I was in that body. Time for you to return the favours," said Clinton. "Go fuck yourself," said Stacey. Thinking about how cool it would be if Stacey did actually do this Clinton's member started to spring to life in his pants. "Stacey I'm starting to getting hard you're my girlfriend now get over here and get on your knees or we won't swap back. Now act like my girlfriend," said Clinton very sternly. Reluctantly Stacey got up and walked over to Clinton and slowly got down on her knees "There we go," said Clinton as he started to remove his track pants, just before he removed his underpants he said, "Oh and you better swallow just like I used to." "What?" said Stacey in a sense of fright. "Stacey," was the only reply from Clinton raising his eyebrow. "Right ok," said a very nervous Stacey. Now with his underpants off and his manhood free Clinton said, "You know its nearly there give me a little help would you" as he took Stacey's right hand and made her grab it. "Oh god," said Stacey under her breath as she grabbed Clinton's penis and felt it move and grow in her hand. "There we go that's good enough. Come on baby suck me dry," said Clinton as he enjoyed the hardness he now possessed from the slightest touch of Stacey's hand. Stacey was breathing