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Doll Case Part 2 ~ By Toby and Allie and Mocs As I walked through the house to the doll case in my room I was really starting to enjoy the feel of my mother's body. Her skin was soft, and her clothes were light and airy. I loved the feel of her thighs moving back and forth against each other in the dress I had picked out for her. The heels were a bit of a pain, but I could feel the way they made my stolen legs look more sexy. I walked into my room and grabbed the doll that looked like me off from my bed, and almost looked into the eyes of the doll right there. Just before I did, I stopped myself as I realized that my mother suddenly waking up in my room with me in front of her holding a doll would be a tad suspicious. So, I spun on my heeled feet and walked out of my room and back to her room. I smiled as I looked on the bed where the sheets were still messed up from my movements during the orgasm I had had while I was inside my mother's body. I laid back onto the bed, and suddenly felt a pang of regret for what I was giving up. Then I realized, I had a full doll case of other bodies I wanted to try. In the off chance that some of them don't measure up that would be fine because I can always come back to this one. I slowly lifted my hand holding the doll, and I looked in the mirror next to the bed again and blew myself a kiss. I looked down at my mother's body and grinned, "Thanks for the ride mom, but I got a Paige to catch." I said with a little giggle as I brought the doll up to my eye level and stared at it. Then I felt the same feeling I had from when I had looked at the doll and been placed into my mother's body, only this time, it felt as if I was being sucked out of my mom and into a tiny bag and grew with every passing moment. The world went black. Only for a second. And then, I realized I was back to myself, but there was only one problem. I was laying on top of my mom. Looking down at my mom's body, I held my breath and began to realize that I should have laid the doll down next to me, instead of holding it. "Next time..." I mumbled to myself as I carefully pushed myself up off my mom. I then noticed a doll laying on her chest. It looked just like her. With the sexy dress, the heels, the messed up hair, and the slightly ruined makeup. I reached over and quickly snatched it from off her chest and bit my lip as I quietly made my way back to my room. Once inside, I locked my door and I practically ran over to the doll case. As I did so, I noticed that my body no longer jiggled in certain places as it had when I was in my mother. The thought actually kind of depressed me, no longer having that feeling of my mother's large tits and ass jiggling, her hips swaying, her thighs brushing past one another. "Not for long." I said to myself as I knew that I would once again have that feeling once I got inside of Paige. I sat down in front of the case and sighed in relief as I noticed that I had indeed left the case open so Paige's doll was still there. I placed my mother's doll back in the case where it had sat. Picking up the Paige doll, I took stock of what she was wearing. She had on a pair of jeans, and a purple tank top and tennis shoes. Her hair was down and she didn't have most of her jewelry on. "Hmm..." I said curiously. I figured she must have gotten home from work early. "Like, I really care?" I asked myself half seriously. Picking up the Paige doll I sat down on my bed and took a deep breath in. I brought the doll up to my face and looked at it in its little green eyes. And then once again, I felt it. The world shifting around me and the feeling of me being ripped from my state of being and displaced into a destination. Only this time, I knew what was happening and I knew who my destination was. When the world came back to its normal state, I blinked my eyes a few times and noticed that I was no longer in my room. And I took a deep breath in, and felt a heavy weight on my chest rise as I did so. A smile appeared on my face. I was Paige. And already, it felt so fucking good. Slowly, I brought my head down at smiled an even bigger smile when I saw my new body. I saw Paige's slightly tan skin, her large round breasts encased by a black bra that was covered by a cotton and very tight fitting purple tank top. I couldn't see, but I knew I was wearing her tennis shoes and her jeans. I noticed that in my hand I was holding a slightly damp rag. I look at the counter in front of me and I see a couple of bottles of cleaning products out. "Housework can, wait." I said in Paige's slightly scratchy yet extremely sexy voice as I placed the rag down. I brought my new hands up to my face and studied them., something I never felt the need to do when I was in my mother's body. Paige's hands were small and dainty. With very little signs of showing any age damage being done to them. At worst, the veins were a little more prominent than younger women. Paige's fingers were all each capped off with a long red finger nails, which were defiantly fake ones. She also was not wearing her normal array of jewelry, most likely because of the housework. I noticed the wedding band and engagement ring on her and it made me think for a moment. I already was well aware of the fact of that when I was in my mother's body, I was in the body of the woman that dad slept with every night, the body that had given birth to me and my two sisters and still sleeps with my father. The thought was a bit chilling but not enough for me to stop enjoying mom's body. "And there is no way it will stop me from enjoying my current body." I said as I ran Paige's hand's up and down her breasts and over her slightly pudgy stomach. I felt my new nipples begin to tense up and harden as I began to slip a hand up my shirt. Paige's tits were defiantly larger than my mom's and they were also slightly harder, but they still gave off the same amount of pleasure. I began to squeeze my tits harder and felt my nipples go instantly erect. I smiled and bit my lip. Oh, how I loved my tits. I then remembered one main reason as to why I had become Paige, and that was to get some collateral so that Jeff won't say anything about what I let him do to my mom's body. "And if that little shit does..." I said in Paige's voice, "I'll ground his ass till he is old enough to be collecting social security." I let out a giggle in the way that Paige's voice had such disdain for Jeff, her being his mom and all. But not at the moment. Paige I busy at the moment, the new Paige is here. "And the new Paige wants to give that nice young stud across the street an early birthday gift." I finished out loud as I began to make my way to Jeff's room. While walking I casually slipped off the tank top Paige had been wearing and just left it there on the floor. Not really caring to pick it up either. When I got to Jeff's room I spotted his digital camera on his desk. "Perfect." I smiled to myself as my wicked and sexy plan was coming together nicely. Picking up the camera I made my way to the master bedroom and closed the door behind me. I turned the camera on and set it two auto-snap, on a ten second cycle. "This is going to be fucking tight!" I said to myself as I set the camera down and squeezed my borrowed tits again. I took a few steps back and leaned forward so that my large tits would be hanging out. As I did so I made what I thought to be a very seductive face. Then the flash from the camera lit up and slightly obscured my vision for a moment. One picture had been taken. I then undid the button of the jeans I currently wore and slide them down slightly to reveal a pair of lacey black panties that encased Paige's ass and pussy, which I now possessed. Another flash signaled another picture had been taken. * * * * * * * About twenty minutes later, I was completely naked and had filled up the memory card to Jeff's camera. I picked the camera back up and began to look through the one hundred plus pictures I had taken of myself in Paige's body. "Got more dirt on his mom being a slut that my mom was when I was riding around in her." I said to myself with a smug smile. Leaving the camera on the bed I walked over to the mirror and admired Paige's body. She was an attractive woman. Very hot and sexy. My mom though, was still much more sexy than Paige. And I didn't mean that in a bad way, I think that anyone would say that what they have is much better than what someone else has. But right not, this body of Paige's is much better than my old male body. She had large breasts that had almost no sag to them. I lifted one up out of curiosity and saw there was a scar on the bottom of her breasts that wouldn't be visible to the casual observer. "No shit. I knew the bitch got implants!" I said as I found the reason to the little sag and the slight hardness to their touch. I wasn't surprised and I was actually let down. I was let down to a point where I almost wanted to leave Paige and go back to my mom. Almost. But not enough. I turned around and took a look at Paige's ass. It was nice and small and tight. Nowhere near as large and as fun as my mom's ass, but was still sexy. Her thighs were shapely, and very admirable. As well as her arms. They both had a slight bit of muscle definition from Paige working out. Turning back around, I took a closer look at Paige's crotch and noticed how her pubic hair was trimmed. Back in my mom's body, my mom had a completely shaven crotch, and I enjoyed that, it seemed sexy. I had seen many porn pictures where a girls have different amounts and styles of pubic hair, and always found shaved or waxed and hairless to be the best. But Paige wasn't. She had a small landing strip of hair. "Huh. I wonder why..." I began. It never made sense, why have such a miniscule amount of pubic hair if any? I didn't see the point to it, but hey. It's not my body for the rest of my life. Just long enough for me to have some fun in. I then was hit with a fact of realization. I looked around. Whipping my head from side to side, Paige's longer hair brushed me in the face, unlike my mother's shorter hair. I began to look around me on the ground, but I didn't see it. I ran down the stairs to the kitchen where I had first been after entering Paige's body. As I made my way down the steps, my borrowed tits were flopping free and bouncing to their own drummer and it was quite distracting. So I placed my hands over them for support. When I got to the kitchen I went from spot to spot and still couldn't find it. "Oh shit..." I said softly to myself. I just did possibly the dumbest thing ever. It was something that I defiantly overlooked in my excitement to get into Paige's body. I used the doll while in my room. "Fuck me... how could I be so damn stupid?" I began to mutter as I realized that since I used the doll in my room, it is still there, and I have no way of getting it back. But I did. I almost had completely forgotten about it. "Oh, I am a genius!" I said as I jumped into the air and felt my breasts fly up with me, and when I landed I felt them tug down on my and pull me down with them as well. It was a fun feeling that I noted that I want to feel again. I went back up to Paige's bedroom and collected the clothing I had discarded while taking the picture for myself. I decided to leave the panties and bra off though this time, as I wanted my tits to be able to be free. I picked up the camera and took the memory card out and slipped it into my jeans pocket. Heading back down the stairs I picked up Paige's tank top and slipped it over my head and adjusted it so it didn't look disheveled. After that I slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and headed for the door. Stepping out of Paige's house I quickly walked across the street, doing everything in my power to ignore my jiggling breasts, as I headed down to my house. When I got there I breathed a sigh of relief as I was thankful that I had called Paige while I was still in my mother's body and made plans to see her. I brought up my hand to the door and knocked two times as I knew Paige to do. I then began to think to myself that maybe my mother was still passed out from when I left her body. "Just a minute!" I heard my mother call out from inside the house. My face lit up with delight as I now could get my doll and see how my mother is handling what she had done while I was in the driver's seat. I hear footsteps from the other side of the door, followed by the turning of the handle and then the door swung upon and there was my mom standing there with a look of bewilderment on her pretty face. What made me want to giggle though, was that she was still wearing the same dress and heels that I had worn to school while wearing her. "Paige, hey... Uhm, I don't want to come off as rude, but wasn't I supposed to come over to your house for tea of something? I'm really sorry if I seem like I'm acting like a bitch, but I have had the weirdest day ever." My mom said sincerely to me, thinking I was her friend. I smile at her and shake my head, "No, no... You were, but I decided to come over here. I'm getting sick of staying in my house when I'm off work. May I?" I ask as I gesture to be invited inside my own house. "Of course, I'm sorry. I just have been..." My mom started before I cut her off. "It is perfectly fine Jane, it happens every now and then." I said giving her a smile as I made my way inside my house. I headed into the living room and sat on the couch and just plopped down like I normally would and kicked my feet up and sigh. As my mom is making her way over to the couch, I stare at how the orange dress she is wearing hugs her curves so nicely and how sexy her legs look, even though she already took off the heels. Mom walks over to the second couch and takes a seat. How I missed her body. But I needn't worry, I'm in a very sexy body now as well. I smiled to myself knowing that I could go back to my mom's body with such ease. But to do that I would need my doll and the case, and I came here to get the doll. "So, how has your day been strange?" I asked my mom as I sat up to listen to how she remembered what I did in her body. My mother sighed and placed her hand on her head. She looked ashamed almost. Somehow though I didn't feel that bad for her. I had an amazing time inside of her body. She looked up at me and shook her head. "I can't... You'll think I'm nuts." My mom said with a small giggle. I gave her a warm smile and placed my hand on her thigh and looked at her. "No, I won't and you know that Jane." I slowly slid my hand off her thigh, so I could feel her smooth skin one last time before I have to leave and have fun as Paige. My mom took a breath in and began. "Ok, well I was home with Mike. We were sitting on the couch watching TV when I just felt as if something pushed into me. From there I went upstairs to check on David, but got sidetracked looking at something in his room, but for the life of me I can't remember what..." Swallowing, I knew she was talking about the doll case, and figured that the letter written by that girl Tabitha was true, people wouldn't think twice about the dolls. Sweet. I turned my attention back to my mother. "... Anyway, Mike was trying to get all frisky with me, but for some reason I wouldn't have it and we had not been in some time. After - I can't believe I'm telling you all this." My mom said as she stopped for a moment. "No, please go on." I said with a tone of concern in Paige's voice. Even though deep down I was laughing like a madman. "Ok... Well, Mike got called into work and left me to myself whom I was relieved about. But this is where it gets weird." I nodded my head "I went to the bathroom and began to feel myself up... Like it was the first time I had ever done anything like that. And then, I had to go to this meeting for David's attendance and for some reason decided to dress up in this getup and when I got to the school, the head cheerleader complimented my on how sexy I looked. But then..." She paused. Damn! I was actually enjoying the story of what I did as my mom even though she left the best parts out. "Go on Jane, you know you can tell me anything." I egged on. "I... I can't remember anything else from there." She lied. I knew she did. I was let down. I wanted to hear it from her point-of- view, but I guess she doesn't want to seem like a whore. I nodded understandingly. "Well, hun, we all have moments where we don't know why we do things. It has been happening since the dawn of time." I said in a chipper tone. "Yeah, I guess I didn't feel like myself there." My mom said as she brushed her hair back behind her ears. "You know, right now, when you were telling me that, I didn't feel like myself either." I said with a smirk to my mom, who just giggled at me in response. "Stop it!" She said playfully while shoving me gently. I giggled back and sighed. There was a moment of awkward silence. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the little girl's room." Mom said as she got up. "Hey Jane, is it ok if I grab a bottle of water from the fridge?" I asked with a different agenda in mind. "Sure, and you can let yourself out of the crazy house too." She replied with a smile as she walked down to the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed and locked, I quickly got up from the couch and quickly and quietly made my way up to my room. As soon as I got up the stairs I wasted no time. If my mom came back and say me in her son's room, it might make for an awkward explanation. I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out the memory card and placed it next to my keyboard. "Ok, one down, one to go." I said in a whisper as I turned to where I knew the doll case to be. As soon as I spotted the case, I immediately counted to make sure all the dolls were there. All 11. I then looked on my bed and saw my doll. "Thank you God!" I said slightly louder than I had intended. I placed my doll back in the case and closed it, knowing that it won't get reset. I picked up the case and once again quickly and quietly made my way out of my house. As soon as I got outside I breathed a sigh of relief. "That was nuts." I said to myself as I smiled and made my way back to Paige's house with my doll case in hand. While walking I brought my free hand up to my tits and absent mindedly began to caress them. I didn't care if anyone saw. The chances were slim to none as nearly everyone was still at work and about to get out of school. I made it to Paige's house and walked in the front door. "Where can I put this?" I asked aloud as I spotted the closet right by the front door. I slide open one of the doors and saw it was filled with Paige's shoes. I laughed at the site. "Guess Jeff's dad rather keep the mass amount of shoes away from his room. Smart man." I chuckled to myself as I placed the case down in the corner of the closet and slid the door closed. Standing up I was confronted yet again with Paige's image, as my reflection. I loved how good her body looked, but the clothes she owned never really flaunted it all that well. "I guess I will have to correct that then, won't I Paige?" I asked my reflection with a winning smile as I picked up Paige's purse from the counter and her car keys and headed out the door once again. * * * * * * * Driving to the mall was a fairly simple task. No one really treated me differently on the road, which is something that is expected being a female driver. But just because I have the body of a female, doesn't make me one. When I entered the mall I felt a tingle shoot through me, though it wasn't one of a sexual nature. This time the tingle was excitement. Excitement, from the fact that I can walk into a Victoria's Secret and not get looked at funny. That I can check out other women and not get smacked across the face. It was also a small feeling of fear. Fear that I would be walking through the mall and run into someone I know, and they will see me. Not Paige. But me, dressed in woman's clothing. And they will start laughing and never let me live it down. But that wasn't the case when I went to school in my mother's body. And with that, the fear was gone. "This is gonna be fun." I giggled to myself as I made my way through the mall. As I walked around, I was slightly let down. I noticed that all the guys were focused in on whatever their girlfriends were doing, the husbands were looking down at their Blackberry's and trying to find any distraction from killing themselves. They were not paying attention to me. Not that it was a bad thing, as I was not attracted to guys, but it kind of let me down. I read stories and watch movies that whenever a decent looking single woman walks into a crowded place, all eyes go to her. But I remember that movies lie. But I knew how I could make it so that all eyes were on me. I finally arrived at Victoria's Secret and as soon as I got inside, I wasted no time in heading to the push up bras. Especially the new "Bombshell" one which adds two cup sizes. As I picked up the lacy bra I smiled as I thought about how sexy and supple Paige's already large and fake tits would look with two more cup sizes. I then realized I had a problem. I don't know what Paige's bra size is. "Oh crap..." I muttered as I was confronted with a major problem. This was something that I never thought would be a problem, but stupid me. "Shit... shit... shit..." I tried to think hard into Paige's mind, but nothing came up. "Oh well." I sighed as I did the only thing I could think of doing. I reached my hands around my back and up my shirt and found the clasp of my bra. With ease I was able to unhook it and simply slide it off. I started to bring it up to my face to find the size, but as I did I saw a number flash in my head. It said 34DD. I scanned the bra and found the tag on the inside and it read "34DD". "Wow... those are big." I said to myself at how big Paige's tits were, regardless of the fact that they were implants. And two cup sizes to 34DD's would be so damn big! I quickly scooped up about ten or more Bombshell bras and made my way back to the panty drawers and found a few sexy thongs and cheekies that from Paige's mind, would defiantly look damn good on my new sexy ass. Arriving in front of the changing rooms I stopped myself from walking in. "Later." I said as I headed over to the cashier's desk. I wanted to build myself up and I knew for a fact that if I went inside that changing room, I would be fingering myself in a heartbeat. The girl at the register was cute. Maybe around 19 years-old. She had nice full breasts, probably a c-cup, and she looked as if she would be a bitchy high school girl. If I had brought the case with me and hot not wanted to have some fun as Paige, I would totally have swapped into her right now. But the funny thing was, she looked familiar. I looked at her name tag and it read "Bethany". That name with that face was familiar. "Wow, somebody is a lucky guy?" The girl asked me with a little smirk as she picked up and de-tagged the items I had selected. "Yes, well he should be." I said as I looked the girl up and down. "Your boyfriend must be lucky as well, dating a sexy girl like you... Not to many girls that are decent in this town." I complimented her, as it was true, she was a standout in a town where many girls were just slutty, she was actually decent. The girl blushed and smiled at me and continued to ring up, fold and bag my purchases. "Oh thank you. But we just broke up..." Bethany leaned in closer and motioned for me to do the same, and I did. "I walked in on the bastard fucking another bitch." Bethany said with a low and hurt voice. And that is what hit me. This was the Bethany that was best friends with my older sister Lindsey. Bethany was always nice to me, when my sister would torture me, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "Well, I guess that means that he won't be standing with a gorgeous prize like you, but with some ugly slut... his loss." I said with a wink. Bethany's mood perked up as she gave a smile, "Yeah, you're right. It is his loss." She repeated with confidence. I smiled at her as I dug through Paige's purse and fished out her Amex card. * * * * * * * I made my way through all the various stores in the mall, stocking up on just about anything that I thought looked sexy and like something that a girl in her early twenties would wear. I had purchased various numbers and styles of heels, and boots, including a sexy pair of patent leather thigh highs with a 6 inch spike heel. A few micro mini-skirts along with tops and bottoms that look as if they are made for a child, but stretch to hug your body. The sales people gave me funny looks, but I made it easier by telling them that I was shopping for my daughter, which seemed to be an acceptable answer, but still gave me funny looks as to why a mother would buy such slutty clothing for her daughter. While walking through out the mall, I stopped in to one last and final store. Fredrick's Of Hollywood. "Jackpot..." I said with a smirk as I had hit the jackpot. I knew that this store only carried the sexiest and sluttiest lingerie ever. Victoria's Secret catalogs looked like the Sears section of the paper compared to Fredrick's. I remember when I was younger I stole Lindsey's Fredrick's catalog and masturbated to it. How sexy those women looked in those pieces. How I wanted to fuck them. But now, I looked down at my current body. Paige's body. My body. I could look like one of the girls. Marching into the store I was amazed at how similar, yet how different it was from Victoria's Secret. For one, they actually had mannequins that modeled their lingerie and the store had a much more sensual feel overall. I went to the area where I believed the high priced and overly expensive items were located. I struck pay dirt. There were racks and racks of lingerie. Sexy one pieces that covered this and that, and also ones that didn't cover much of anything. Crotch less panties. Thigh high stockings. "Wow, I can defiantly max out Paige's credit card here..." I said softly to myself as I looked at all the rows and rows of lingerie. Using Paige's memories found that her size was a medium. I figured she considered herself medium because with her tits, large would be perfect. I walked over to the racks and spotted this sexy and captivating one piece. It was made of sheer black lace. You could easily see through it. Taking the item off the rack I examined it closely. Looking it over I wouldn't have even considered this a form of clothing. More of a way to enhance the definition of one's body rather than conceal it. Inside the store I continued to find gems that would look great on this body. I had picked up probably fifteen or more things. As I walked to the register, I drew looks from everyone inside as they saw me hauling multiple bags of merchandise from other stores and my haul from this one. Placing the clothes on the counter, the cashier began to ring me up. I eyed her over, she was pretty with hazel eyes and short hair, but I don't think I would ride in her. She probably would be fun, but not what I was looking for. Meekly the cashier said, "That will be eight-hundred thirty seven dollars and twenty six cents." Little out a small giggle as I reached in my purse and produced my credit card. She ran the card, and handed it back to me. Taking my purchases I had made back to the car I decided to head back home and try out this bitch's body. Climbing into her car I felt the weight of her breast jiggle around as I sat down on her round ass. * * * * * * * Getting home I parked the car, and rushed inside with the treasures I had acquired. Going up stairs I frantically started removing the clothes that Paige's body was dressed in. There I stood in Jeff's parent's room. I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself over. Paige looked just like she always did, except this time, much sexier in just her undies. "God damn this is hot. What do you think Paige?" I said to myself in the mirror with a smile. "I think it's time to get dressed up." I said to myself as I reached up behind my back to release my bra. As I undid the clip all the force that was being withheld to my fake tits was suddenly released and I felt the effect of gravity on my tits as they flopped free. Grabbing a hold of the sides I pulled my panties down around my ankles and then kicked them off. Feeling the air on my slit was invigorating. I wanted to just start rubbing myself all over, but I had to try out my new clothing. And I didn't want to just yet. "Ok, now..." I said to myself as I walked over to the pile of bags that I brought home with me. I reached in and pulled out whatever I felt first. It was a purple nightie that looked like a bra and a small skirt had been attached to each other. I slid my legs into the article of lingerie and got a tingle run through my body as I slid it up my thighs and the material of the panties made contact with my crotch. "That feels so damn good." I whispered to myself as I felt my crotch grow moist. I continued to pull the garment up until the material encased my chest and my tits. The smooth satin insides of the cups made my nipples get hard instantly. The skirt's material was a sheer lace while the bra concealed my tits. The panties concealed my pussy but you could see my small patch of pubic hair through the material. Taking a pair of 3 inched pumps that matched, I posed in front of the mirror. As I watched Paige's body do things that she probably never engaged in I said, "That's fucking hot. Paige is such a fucking hottie!" I said with a smug grin. Then a thought hit me. "I should find a way to preserve this, in case I need to use it against Jeff. That little fucker better not try anything." I said as I stopped posing and clenched my jaw. I knew they the family had a camcorder and that Jeff kept it in his room. Walking out of the room, I made my way down the hall and to Jeff's room where I knew the camera was kept. Spotting it instantly I picked it up and cradled it in my arms and close to my tits. "Time for some fun." Inside the room I found a place on a dresser that the camcorder could sit and see me while I was playing with myself in front of the mirror. After making sure that the camera was zoomed in properly and had good focus and was on a full battery, I hit the record button and the little red light flashed to life. With a lustful look in my eye's I stared at my reflection in the mirror saying, "I'm such a fucking slut, I need to take huge dick into my pussy." I then paused and gave a thoughtful look, "Maybe that David kid who always hangs out with Jeff. Oh he has some nice muscles, and from the tent in his pants, a monstrous cock too! Oh how good it would feel to have him fill my pussy up." I said in what I thought was a sultry tone as I ran a hand over my borrowed body. Over the next hour I changed clothes multiple times, all while the camera was catching every moment of me pretending to be a ultra horny Paige. Each time I found myself getting damper and damper between my legs. Saving the best for last, I took the sheer black lace teddy I had bought. It was strange how it covered my body, or how it didn't cover my body. Although I was wearing clothing by looking at me, you could see everything. My hard nipples were clearly visible, as well as Paige's little landing strip, the outline of her ass, even her stretch marks. "Oh David, why can't you come over and play with me?" I said emphasizing on the me. Taking a tit in my hand I began to massage my nipple. Slowly I teased and pinched it as it became erect. As I did so I found my crotch aching for attention, I complied. I dropped my free hand down to my crotch. My long fingernails ventured down my flat smooth stomach, until they found the small, thin elastic band of the panties I wore. I traced along the edge of the panties, further building up the expectation of having something inside me. "God damn it! I want it now!" I cried out in lust. Not being able to take it any more I did a little seductive dance in front of the mirror as I gingerly removed my clothes. I giggled to myself because I knew that later on I would be watching this when I was back in my own body. It would be fucking hot. Taking a seat in front of the mirror I spread my legs as far apart as they would go. Taking my hand I brought it to my small patch of pubic hair and traced it up and down with my long red finger nails. From there my hand ventured further down to my slit. Using my fingers I instinctively spread my lips open. While my other hand was grabbing my large beasts, and providing more pleasure to envelope my borrowed body. With my slit spread slightly open I marveled at how tight Paige was compared to my mom, but then again, my mom did have three kids. But still, Paige felt tighter than she should be. I began to run a finger up and down the lips that I possessed now. I could feel my finger dancing around the hole in which a child would come out of, but I also felt a sudden shock of pleasure as my finger slipped into myself and touched above and slightly above my pussy. I knew that this could only be Paige's clit. Taking my hand from my tits, I brought it down to have start working on my clit; while the other hand plunged two long slender fingers inside my woman hood. With my fingers deep inside me, I was quickly building up to a messy orgasm, I barely heard the gasp come from the door. Let alone the door open. Looking up I saw Jeff standing there with a horrified look on his face. He stiffened up and was in a state of shock and discomfort. This was almost too good to be true, and I am getting it all on tape! I decided not to waste this opportunity. Looking Jeff in the eye I said casually, "Welcome home honey! Is there anything I can get you? Oh by the way, your friend David stopped by, he is such a good looking young man. I just want to take his cock inside of me." Jeff shook his head in disbelief, trying to figure out if what he heard his mother just say, really came out of her mouth. No, I said it and it happened to come from your mom's lips buddy! Jeff was horrified, "NO! I'm going to be in my room." Jeff said franticly as her walked off quickly and left me back to my own devices. And he was even kind enough to close the door behind him. "Oh that was fucking priceless. Him walking in and seeing his mother two fingers deep in herself. Oh... Money!" I said to myself. Now able to fully concentrate back on pleasuring myself, I began to rub my crotch again. I was really getting into it and had started to let out small moans. I couldn't stop moaning no matter how hard I tried, it was all reactionary. As if it was some natural habit with Paige's body. Building up to the orgasm, my body finally felt release. My fingers felt like they were getting pulled in as my pussy contracted and squeezed. It made Paige's entire body shiver and I took my fingers out of me and slowly got up. This orgasm was satisfying, but not as much as the one I had in my mother's body. And it was because after Jeff walked in, I felt rushed as I knew his father was always home shortly after David. Picking up my discarded clothes from earlier, I made my way into the bathroom to clean up. As I was doing so I heard the front door open, and close. I looked at the clock. And my previous thought was correct. This was about the time that her husband would be coming home. I began to panic slightly. I began to quickly peel off the lingerie. Redressing into Paige's normal clothes, I made my way down stairs. Seeing me, his "wife" Jeff's father, Peter came up to me and immediately embraced me and gave me a kiss on my lips. I couldn't react as I felt his lips press against mine. I didn't return the favor though. And the kiss creeped me out, but it wasn't as creepy as the warm feeling I was getting in my chest. It felt good to be in his arms, as he kissed me. I sure to hell hoped I was not turning gay. Trying to play everything off as normal I smiled up at him."Hello honey. How was work?" I asked as a normal wife would as their husband after a long day at their job. "It was a long day, but I'm glad to be home. I was thinking since you always cook, why don't we order pizza tonight?" Said Peter. Nodding in agreement I went for the phone, and called the pizza delivery place I knew that they ordered from. It took about 30 minutes to get there, while I and Peter struck up a conversation. Then the doorbell rang. "Pizza Mania!" The delivery boy called from the outside. * * * * * * * All throughout dinner, Jeff tried not to look at me. In shame. It made me laugh on the inside. But that didn't bother me. What did bother me, was that I had this weird urge. But not a voluntary urge. It wasn't from Paige's body either. It was coming from somewhere as if it was a thought that was forcing its way into my head. After both Peter and Jeff had finished eating I couldn't help it. I don't know why, but I stood up from the table and made my way back to the stairs up to Paige's room. Once up stairs I redressed my body in the lingerie I had bought earlier. I wore the sheer black lace nightie that was super revealing. This would totally fuck with Jeff even more, I was going to go down there and tease his dad in front of him. But I also wanted to tease Peter, because he could really be a shithead. So this would be killing two birds with one stone. Once I reached the base of the stairs, I began to walk like a temptress towards my temporary husband. My flaring hips jutting side to side, and my womanly parts jiggling and rubbing to produce a lovely sensation. I stopped in front of Peter and he looked me up and down with a gapping jaw. Jeff also looked in horror as what had happened earlier, was only about to get worse. "Hey there stud. You wanna show a girl a good time?" I said with pure sex coming through my words as I bit my lip afterwards. Taken aback by what his "wife" had just proposed, Peter couldn't seem to respond. So I walked over and grabbed him by the crotch of his pants and inadvertently grabbed his hardening dick and not for nothing, but he was hung pretty well. Snapping to his senses Peter swallowed hard and said in a slightly harsh tone, "We have to head up stairs now. Me and your mother have to go talk, we'll be right back down" Jeff was already out the door. One down and one to go. Grabbing my hand and easily pulling me along we went up stairs. Inside the room Peter closed the door, and then flung me on the bed. I wanted to resist but I felt powerless against my body's wants. But at the same time, it didn't feel like I had a choice, like my body didn't either. There was something else. Peter began unbuttoning his shirt and said, "God damn that's fucking hot babe, where did you get that? With a teasing grin on my face, and a fingernail to the side of my lips I answered, "I just did a little shopping, that's all." After experiencing that little masturbation session on the floor earlier my pussy was excited to have something larger in me. So maybe it was my body wanting more. I laid on my back as Peter climbed into bed with me. He didn't fuck around, taking my legs he flipped me around, and positioned me so that I was on all four. I heard the unbuckling of Peter's belt from behind me and I began to breathe in even deeper and deeper and panting more than I should. I was waiting for the feeling of something gliding into my body and entering me and giving me pleasure and then something happened, and I didn't know what it was. It was a noise. As if something sprayed on a fabric. I hung my head down and looked past my large tits and to between my spread legs and say the cause of the noise. There on the bed was a small, shiny, white colored puddle of liquid. Peter's orgasm. My orgasm too, as I knew this meant I wasn't going to be getting any. Changing my position I rolled onto my back, as I closed my legs and gave Peter a look of disgust. I felt thoroughly dissatisfied. Peter noticed my mood, because he said, "Sorry hun. It's just that you never do anything like this anymore... and I was so excited, I couldn't help it." I didn't say anything and just stood up and walked to the window and gazed out it. With that Peter walked off and headed back down stairs. Standing there I decided to get out of the lingerie and into some clothes. Revealing clothes. I was pissed. I wanted to be satisfied and Pete couldn't even hold himself. "That guy really is a shithead." I said with disgust in my voice. I walked over to my pile of bags and began to dig through them. I found a really short slutty dress. It was white with a low cut to the neckline which showed of Paige's fake tits. It fell above mid thigh and was a stretchy material to hug the curves. I picked up a box containing a pair of 4 inch stiletto heels. I pulled up a black g string and adjusted it so the string was firmly up the crack of my ass. Getting dressed I checked myself in the mirror, making sure everything was straight and that my hair looked good. Immediately I went down stairs, and was confronted by Peter. "Where are you going dressed like that?" He asked with a tone in his voice that sounded very controlling. "I'm going out. I'm not in a good mood and I just want to blow off some steam." I answered truthfully. Peter didn't buy it. "Not dressed like a whore you're not!" He said as he made an attempt to grab me by the arm, but I stepped to the side and shook my head, "Look shithead, just because you can't help but be Mr. Insta-cum and can't satisfy your own fucking wife doesn't mean you can take on me. Now I am going out and if you dare touch me again I will call the cops on your goddamn ass!" I screamed at Peter as I grabbed my car keys and my purse and headed out the front door. Getting into my car I backed out of the driveway and left. * * * * * * * Driving around for hours I couldn't decide what to do. That was until I found a strip club that was doing an amateur dance night. "Well I guess I'm dressed good enough for this." I said to myself as I looked down at how I dressed my current body. "Plus it might help me blow off some steam." I said with a grin. Looking down I saw my unrestrained tits as they were stressing the material of the dress I proudly cupped them. Taking the top of the dress I grabbed it and pulled it up side to side to make sure I was fully in my dress. As I walked across the parking lot I loved how my heels clicked against the pavement. I smiled as each step caused my body to jiggle slightly, and my hair rising up and down. Walking as a woman was too much fun. Especially with the air blowing against my exposed legs, my ass and tits jiggling. As I approached the entrance there was a large bouncer in front of the door. He let me in with no questions, probably because an attractive woman is a good thing to have at a strip club. Or maybe he thought I worked here, I laughed at the prospect. Either way, I got in. My nose was immediately assaulted by the stench of smoke, and something else. As soon as I walked in the door there was a table in front of me. On the table was the signup sheet for the dance competition as well as a spot to request a song. I put my name on the sheet and placed down "Down In Mexico" by the Coasters as my song of choice having heard it in a recent movie being used for a lap dance. Putting the pen down I found a seat in the bar area. There was twenty minutes before the dance competition, and I was thirsty so I asked the bartender for a drink. He brought the drink, and as I reached in my wallet he stopped me and said with a smile, "Pretty ladies like you don't pay for drinks here." Giving the bartender a seductive smile I took the drink. I had finished three more drinks while waiting for the competition. Finally it had started, a man came up giving a small introduction. My eyes were glued on the stage as beautiful woman, after beautiful woman went up on the stage and danced. As I watched the dancers ahead of me, I couldn't help but yell out cat calls along with the other men. I even went so far as to throw some money at a few of the girls. As the last girl finished, my name was finally called. I nearly didn't catch it, seeing how I'm not used to be referred to as Paige. Getting up off the seat I felt my balance being slowly off, probably due to the booze. As I made my way up the stairs there were cheers from customers and employees alike. The man with the microphone asked me to say something about myself. I leaned close so that the mic could pick up what I say. "Hi, my name is Paige, I am a married woman, but my husband is a piece of shit who doesn't deserve none of this!" I shouted as I stuck a pose which earned me a roar of approval from the crowd. The MC then made his way off the stage. Standing up there, with all these drunk horny men staring at me was nerve-racking as well as motivation to not fuck up. And then, I heard the opening guitar and drum beat to "Down In Mexico". I thought back to the movie, and how the girl danced for that creepy guy in the silver jacket to the song and how I could try and build off that. I began moving my body to the beat of the drums and my hips to the guitar riffs and my knees and hands to the bongos and my head to the lyrics. This was like one big task that was coming so naturally to me. As the song hit the first chorus, the more slow and seductive my body moved. As I began to shake my hips and ran my hands all over my body, the song began the second verse and with that I grabbed the top of my dress and pulled it down, revealing my large tits. There was a loud reaction from the crowd as they cheered and large amounts of bills were being tossed at me. Their cheers fueled me even further. There was a stripper pole next to where I was dancing and I sauntered over to it. I pressed my ass against it started to gyrate my hips to the floor and back up. With the dress only covering my crotch area and the song beginning to hit the second chorus, I put my hands on my knees and forced my legs open, once again drawing positive reaction from the crowd and another wave of bills. I slid off my dress and kicked it to the side, now clad in heels and my g string. Then as the song picked up pace and hit the "In Mexico" hook before the final chorus I stood up and tore my panties off and threw them in the crowd as more bills piled up. I then wrapped my hands around the stripper pole. I started gyrating my hips against it which made my thighs and ass and tits jiggle much to the delight of the crowd. I felt my pussy dampen as I was turning myself on. I then jutted my ass out and shook my hips furiously side to side while slapping my big round ass, causing it to jiggle more and make the crowd roar. As the song came to the final chorus and slowed down and as my dance came to an end, I decided to go for it all. Jumping up on the pole I used only my hands as I flipped my legs up above my head, so that I slowly slid down the pole with my wet pussy on display for all to see.. The maneuver went perfectly. The song ended but I could barely hear anything with all the cheering. I picked up my dress as well as the money I had earned and waved to the crowd and gave a bow. Exiting the stage I stepped down, pulled the dress back on and went to the bar and asked for more drinks. Sitting down and drinking several people approached me looking for a good time, I rejected them. That is until a young man with sharp features, and a tight body approached me. He had brown eyes, thick hair which was cleanly cut, and a nice smile. We talked for awhile, but the talking being nearly a preface for us looking at each other's bodies in my detail. My mind was out to lunch, I found myself wanting to get rammed hard by this man. It was that urge forcing its way into my mind again, but now I wanted it. I picked up my purse and put my winnings into it and looked back at the man. "So you want to head into the back alley?" I said with a wink. He gave a nod, and a large smile as we both headed to the door. This was insanity as I didn't know this man's name and I was going to let him fuck me. I felt my crotch becoming slippery just at the thought of him entering me. We found a secluded part of the alley, and were at it immediately. I zipped his pants down just enough to flop his dick out of his pants. He was well endowed. Thick, and hard and long. Just what I craved. Taking him by the lapel of his jacket I pushed him against a wall. I then lifted my leg up so that my heel was on the wall. Leaving my pussy wide open, for his dick to enter. I pushed down and roughly felt myself being filled. We continued at it for a few minutes while he pawed at me and thrusted into me like an animal, and I thrust my hips to accept him inside me. Everything we were about to achieve was interrupted as we heard footsteps behind us. Putting my foot back down on the ground, I saw a police woman standing there. She was about five feet six inches tall. The police woman had very prominent Hispanic features, and a set of tit's large enough to see under her uniform. Her name plate read "Vergara" "Hey you two, you can't be doing that here. Leave before I haul you both in." Said the police woman in an authoritative tone. Turning to walk past the officer and go back to the club, I put my head down and quickly attempted to shuffle past the officer, but she knew I was acting funny and she grabbed me by the arm. She took a whiff in through her nose."You smell like you've had way too much. I shouldn't do this but let me go ahead and drop you off at home, so you don't get in anymore trouble tonight. Give me your license so I can know where you live." Complying with the officer I opened my purse and dug out Paige's I.D and the officer the piece of thick plastic. Shaking her head the officer said, "Well Paige, let's get you home. This isn't how an adult woman should be acting." The drive home wasn't eventful in the least. The officer didn't even talk the entire time, we just drove with the sound of the police radio I couldn't wait to get back to Paige's house and switch out bodies, I was too trashed inside her. I needed to get back to my body. Finally we had reached the house, and I got out of the squad car. As I slowly stumbled towards the door, I took the keys out of my purse. The police officer sat there and watched as I entered the house. I made way through the doors very slowly and turned to the side to open the closet and retrieve the case. As I leaned forward to reach for it I fell over. I then heard the door of the cop car open and shut. That would not be good if Peter woke up and saw his wife being escorted home by a cop. Picking up the case, and opening it I saw my doll and looked it in the eyes and felt myself leave Paige. I then came to a inside of the closet and saw Paige's passed out body in front of me. Then, something in the case caught my eyes. It was a doll that looked like the police officer. With her footsteps approaching from being me, I smiled as I had decided my next ride. I began to stare into the eyes of the doll that looked like Officer Vergara. The blackness washed over me yet again, and I felt it draw back faster than entering Paige's body. I regained my vision and stumbled a bit and had to catch myself on the door post. I looked down and saw I was wearing the bright blue top that Officer Vergara was wearing as well as her badge. I could also feel the weight of her utility belt and my head was no longer throbbing nor fuzzy. I smiled as I leaned forward to pick up the dolls, I placed my doll and Officer Vergara's doll in the empty slots for them. I closed the case and made sure it was locked. I then turned to Paige's unconscious form and smiled at her. I then noticed her purse. I leaned down again and picked up the open purse and took out the money I had stuffed into I after my dance. I then began to make my way out the door, and back to Officer Vergara's squad car. I opened up the passenger door and placed the doll case inside and closed the door. I walked over to the driver's side and opened the door and sat down. I smiled to myself as I brought my hands to my new tits and cupped them and felt Vergara's Kevlar vest beneath her uniform. I then got curious as I looked down to my hip and saw her service gun holstered there. I then looked at her left breast and saw her name badge, I then looked to her right breast and saw her badge. Her shield of authority. The realization of what I just did hit me tenfold and I began to smile. My smile became a giggle. And my giggle turned into a laugh as I smiled and said to myself. "Oh this is too good... I'm a cop." To Be Continued...