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A night at the pub
by Sylvia Wechsel
I caught myself daydreaming again, staring at the closed wooden door of
the church. I was anxious, I recognized, and my impulse was to flee from
the spot. It was just an irony that this moment was the most expected
event in my life just one month before: the day I would marry Don!
It was easy to identify the event which changed everything. The day I
performed the blowjob. I was so horny that I almost gave up my purity
pledge and offered myself to him. I still remembered the taste of his cum
in my mouth. At that time this was the most erotic event in my life. The
problem began the day after. I felt dirty and sick. What bothered me was
not only the disgusting aftertaste which I still could feel in my mouth,
but also the fact that I performed such a submissive act. This revolted
me. Suddenly loosing my virginity turned from a dream into a nightmare.
In my mind this would be my ultimate submission act, being fucked. I felt
like a cow being conducted to a slaughterhouse. In other words, I didn't
want to marry anymore, neither with Don, nor with any other male.
I thought about canceling the wedding, but I couldn't bring myself to
hurt Don and my parents. In spite of what I was feeling, I loved him. The
worst is that, at that time, I wasn't even aware of what I wanted. It
would be comfortable if I had suddenly discovered a hidden lesbian streak
in my personality, but it was not that, I just didn't want to get fucked.
I was going through, even if this would make my life miserable. Maybe I
would grow used with this feeling in the due time. Maybe I was just
having goose-bumps about the marriage and this would fade away when we
made sex. Who knows? Maybe next day I would be laughing about these
ideas.
I was distracted with these thought when I heard a woman yelling at the
street:
-"Hey, Catherine, good luck in your new life"
I looked backwards at her direction. Without my glasses I could not
identify who she was, but I saw enough to recognize that she was an old,
and ugly. I turned back facing the door again. It was probably someone I
knew superficially (and forgot) who was sending greetings due to my
wedding. Just a heartbeat latter, I felt dizzy. I closed my eyes trying
to concentrate in not loosing my consciousness. When I opened them again,
I was not in the church anymore. I was facing two cars, a typical middle
class model and an old blue Volkswagen Beetle. Both cars where involved
in some light fender-bender. Then I heard the woman again:
-"Have you made a good trip?"
I looked at her direction, and, only then, I realized I was clearly
seeing her face without glasses. My astigmatism was gone! My God, my
first impression was right. The woman was ugly! Her face resembled a
frog. Then I looked down and realized the astigmatism wasn't the only
thing "gone". I was wearing a yellow male shirt, partially unbuttoned
and, most important, my chest was bare (except for the hairs), my breasts
were missing. It took some time, but finally it struck me like a
lightning, I was in a male body. As she could read my mind, she said:
-"Yes, that's true, I transported you into Carl's body"
How this was possible? I never believed in magic, but this could only be
explained as the result of some sort of spell. Recovering my senses I
asked:
-"Who are you, what have you done?"
My deep voice surprised me.
She answered:
-"You can think of me as your fairy godmother and, as for, what I did, I
gave you an opportunity to solve your doubts about the marriage."
How could she know that I was in doubt about marrying Don, I never told
anybody about this? Then I realized that if she was so powerful in the
sense that she could put me inside another body, she would also well be
able to read minds.
She explained that she sensed my dilemma and decided to help me. My first
impulse was to demand her she should return me to my body, but then I
realized this was an opportunity, and decided to hear what she had to
suggest. I would be allowed to spend that night as Carl. He was heading
to a pub party when the crash occurred. I would assume from that point
on. I thought about Don and about my parents, but she said:
-"Don't worry, Carl will assume from the point in which you left, he, or,
better said, she, will take care of the marriage and what will come
next."
At least I would be spared from the experience of loosing my virginity.
Then I asked:
-"What happens after this night?"
-"It will depend on you, if you wish, you can stay in Carl's body after
this night if you choose so" she answered.
-"Consider this a test drive..." she added, laughing.
Then I asked:
-"What if Carl doesn't want to stay in my body?"
-"He is a troubled man, he had a bad experience with a former girlfriend
in the past and lost the expectation to find love again, living your life
he (she) will see thing in another perspective" she said, and then
completed...
-"Besides that, he is a very rude young man and deserves a lesson."
Then she explained to me how this would function. At 6:00am sharp she
would find me wherever I was and then I would take my decision. This
decision would be irreversible, if I decided to keep Carl's body or not,
I would never see the lady again. I asked how would I be convincing in
Carl's role, if I knew nothing about him. She answered:
-"If you need some information simply think what would you do, you will
be rewarded with one of Carl's previous memories telling you what to do,
but take care, don't use this too much, these memory experiences can
be... pretty disturbing".
-"You will be living these memories and not watching them, if you loose
control you may well loose your sanity as well" she completed, with a
serious face.
Her seriousness vanished just moments later, she opened a smile and said:
-"By the way, sorry for the crash, but I had to find a reason to talk to
Carl in a private place."
Then she added:
-"Have a good night, maybe you can find a good girl tonight".
As she said that, the thought of making love to a woman invaded my mind,
I felt aroused and something began bothering me between my legs. She
noticed that and said, looking at my groin:
-"I see you are already thinking about that"
I blushed as I noticed she meant the bulge formed in front of my
trousers, my penis was growing and was somewhat bending, it did hurt a
lot. I said:
-"Sorry!"
I inserted my hand in my pants and straightened my penis, feeling
relieved. The contact of my hand with my penis increased my excitement
and I was soon with a hard penis in between my legs, and it belonged to
me. Everybody who payed attention to me would clearly see that. I
thought, how could men live with that? The exterior signs of excitement
for a woman were more discrete. The wetness between the legs was private,
only she could know that and the straightening of the nipples could be
easily disguised by wearing a bra. Now everybody in the neighborhood who
payed some attention could notice the volume in front of my trousers, but
at the same time, the thought of displaying my arousal like that was
intoxicating. I felt this like a new power, the power of forcing my
sexuality over the others.
After that she said I should continue my path. She gave instructions how
to arrive at the pub and I departed, seeing in the back mirror that the
woman continued there. I don't know why, but I became disappointed by the
fact that she didn't vanish into thin air before my eyes.
I drove the path which she indicated to me and soon I was delivering my
car keys to the parking place valet. I walked to the pub entrance and was
received by a very beautiful blond hostess, who opened a gorgeous smile
as she directed to me asking:
-"Your name, please?"
I was amazed with her beauty, she had a gorgeous body and wore a nice
tube dress, black. Her beautiful neck was adorned by a golden necklace,
discrete. The earrings, also golden, formed a set with that necklace and
her blond hair and showed me that girl knew how to select her
accessories. I was lost, admiring her, and my penis was hard again, but
fortunately the balcony allowed me to hide it. She brought me back to
earth, asking:
-"Mister?"
Ashamed I answered:
-"Cath... er ... Carl, my name is Carl" and smiled at her to disguise my
shame.
Then she gave me a piece of paper saying I should use it to order food
and drinks. This was new to me. As Catherine, I never took care of the
bill, there was always a man at my side to do this, my father, a
boyfriend, Don, but now I was supposed to order things and pay for them.
I noted in my mind I should probe Carl's wallet to see how much money I
had, before ordering something.
I remembered something and decided to ask the hostess:
-"I'm supposed to meet some friend here, do you know where they are
sitting?"
She told me there were two large groups in the pub that night and
indicated both tables. I was distracted and remembered thinking:
-" How will I recognize Carl's friends?"
Then something strange happened.
*** I am distracted in a supermarket corridor, selecting items to put
inside my shopping cart when I hear someone calling me:
-"Carl, is it really you?"
I look behind me and see Walter, a friend I had lost contact for about a
year.
-"Hi Walter, long time no see.." I answer, hoping he takes the
opportunity, also uses some clich? sentence like me, and leave me alone,
but he has other ideas:
-"How you are doing, still in depression because of Liz?"
I feel angry. He had to put the finger in the wound! I answer:
-"Yeah... you know..."
-"You must leave that, she is not worth you spend your entire life hiding
in your apartment" he says, and completes.
I feel angrier, who he thinks he is to give me advices? The love I feel
for Liz is still there, even thought she left me for another guy. Then he
says:
-"You know, I will meet some friends for a pub party, why don't you join
us?"
I say "yes, sure, I will think about...", but my intention is to dismiss
him, but then I think "why not?"... *** My God, this was breathtaking! It
was one of Carl's memories! No wonder the frog-lady told I should take
care with that, if this repeated too much I could well get crazy as she
said. It was really not like watching the memory, I was living that! When
Walter pronounced Liz' name I felt a deep pain in my soul and I felt the
anger. God, even myself (Catherine) thinking about Liz, even considering
I didn't know her, I felt sad!
The memory, however, allowed me to recognize Walter in the second table
the hostess indicated me. He received me with joy and invited me to sit
down. Luckily he presented the others to me, so no one else knew Carl.
Instinctively I knew this would reduce the probability of being attacked
by one of those memories.
I started talking to the people in the table. At first I thought they
could be fun, but soon I realized, due to their comments, that they were
a bunch of conservatives. I, as Catherine, had been rich my whole life,
and even so, I had more progressive views about the society compared to
those ignorant mid-class yuppies. I remained at my place, saying "yeah,
sure" for about an hour and when I could no longer stand, I decided to
leave the table.
I wanted or better said, needed to pee. I went to the WC and, for the
first time in my life, entered in the men's room. The pressure increased
and, out of curiosity, I went to the urinal to empty my bladder. It was
nice to pee without having to sit down. After that I went to the mirror,
I had to see how I looked. I looked as I had 35 years. It wasn't bad. I
have dark brown hairs, almost black. My eyes were dark and my face was a
bit long, as my nose, but in average I concluded I was still handsome.
When I returned I went to the bar, instead of going to the table. I found
an empty place at the balcony. I sat at the bench and asked for a beer (I
had already checked Carl's wallet and there was sufficient cash to allow
for a couple of drinks). Walter noticed this and came to see what I was
doing. I said him I needed some time alone and he returned to his
friends. A blond girl sitting at my left side said, after Walter went
away:
-"Boring people?"
Surprised with her bold approach, I said:
-"Is this so obvious?"
She laughed and we started a conversation. Her name was Carla and we
found quite amusing the coincidence: Carl and Carla! We continued this
conversation for good half hour and then I noticed I was sitting with my
legs parted directed towards her, she, on her side kept her legs closed,
but uncrossed and they were also directed towards me. Her head was
inclined to the right side and she player her hair with the fingers of
the left hand. The movement was designed to attract my attention to her
beautiful neck and, going down a bit, to her cleavage. As Catherine I
studied psychology and her (or should I say, our) body language clearly
indicated what she (we) wanted.
I was afraid. I didn't know how to act. I had been always the passive
member of such games. I didn't think being a guy was so difficult, then I
remember thinking:
-"How should I make to kiss her?"
And then, it happened again: *** I am sitting in a table side by side
with Liz. It is our first date and I am tense. I know it is time to kiss
her, but will she comply or will she refuse my attempt? I simply lean
towards her, approach my lips from hers and kiss her. She doesn't
deviate. ***
That was again weird, and surprising short (but intense). I could sense
the indecision, but also the resolution, the thought of "having nothing
to loose". So that's how guys did it? Just an act of craziness? I decided
to repeat the actions of that memory, approached my mouth to Carla's
mouth. She didn't avoid and, encouraged by her action, I kissed her. It
was surprisingly simple. That memory also gave me the first glimpse of
Liz, she was gorgeous, no wonder Carl was in depression after loosing
her.
After our kiss, Carla said she wanted to dance and we decided to get out
of that pub. When we went to the cash I got my first experience as being
the guy, I payed her bill (as well as mine, of course). Fortunately Carl
brought enough money in the wallet.
We went to a dance place she knew, I must confess it was fun. We kissed
further and I could sense her hard nipples pressing against my chest, it
was nice, she, of course could sense my hard penis pressing against her
crotch, and she liked it, as the way she rubbed her abdomen against mine
while we kissed. After some time (it was about 2:00am) she suggested we
should go to a Motel. I found her bold approach daring, but I was
consumed by lust. Just the perspective of having sex with her made me
accept whatever she suggested. We went out of the dancing place and drove
for about 20 to 30 minutes until we found a nice looking Motel.
We drove in and I presented our ID cards to the front receptionist. Soon
we received instructions to go to a suite equipped with a Jacuzzi. We
entered there, kissed again and then undressed. Her body was as nice as
her face and I could see she approved what she saw in me. We took jointly
a shower, still kissing and when we finished I wanted to jump to bed with
her, but she said:
-"Wait, we should do it safe!"
Of course, the condom, I did forget. I decided to look in Carl's wallet,
but Carla was faster and presented a closed pocket containing a condom.
Then she asked me to lean on my back. She did a quick blowjob in me
before placing the condom. I must confess the blowjob was a bit
frustrating, I felt just what it was, the contact of her mouth against my
skin. The fact that she was practicing what for me was such a subservient
action (that was one of my memories, as Catherine) was, however, deeply
erotic.
Soon I was over her. I played her clitoris with the fingers of my right
hand and inserted a finger in her vagina, to tease her. I realized she
was already wet. Finally it was the moment of truth. I approached the tip
of my penis from the opening of her vagina and inserted it with care. My
sensations were damped because of the condom, but the situation was so
erotic that I didn't care. After that I realized that thanks to the
condom I took longer to cum, allowing her to have at least two orgasms.
If I didn't use a condom I would probably cum 15 seconds after inserting
my penis into her.
Considering afterwards what happened I must confess that the sex itself
was not as sensational as I believed, but the sensation power, of being
the one "in charge", was intoxicating. I would never do it myself, but I
could well understand how this sense of power could lead some weak minds
to rape a girl. We played in the jacuzzi, kissed more, ordered something
to eat and did another round of sex. When we saw it was already 4:30am.
She said she needed to go home and asked me a ride. My mood was so good
that I would drive her to the moon, if she asked, but I had no idea where
(I mean in which city) I was. I told her yes, but she needed to teach me
the path, because I was from elsewhere.
After leaving the motel (I payed the diary, of course) she told me how to
get to her home. I drove for about 40 minutes and, in the way, I
recognized some geographical landmarks and identified the city. I
realized this city was located over 1000Km away from where I came. That
witch was really powerful.
After arriving there I noticed she lived in a humble old house. She
insisted we should exchange telephone numbers. I lied and said my mobile
had been stolen. I could, of course, use one of Carl's memories to give
her my number, but I think unconsciously I didn't want to give her. She
gave me hers. She wrote her mobile number in a paper napkin we took from
the motel and kissed it, marking it with her lipstick. We said goodbye,
kissed again and she entered her building. I got the impression that she
was expecting a more formal relationship. I, from my side, wasn't sure if
I wanted something with her. Sex with her was great, but would I stay
tied to her just after one experience? God, I didn't even know yet
whether I wanted to stay as Carl. Maybe I should leave her as a gift to
the real Carl, who, by that time, I sensed, already made love to Don. It
was almost 5:30am and the frog-lady told me she would find me, so I
decided to spend this half hour sitting in a bench of a nice park I saw
in my way to Carla's home.
I drove there, parked the car and closed it. That park was located in a
high ground and from there I had a nice view of the metropolis.
Everything was still and I used this calm to put my thoughts in order. I
weighted my experiences from that night against everything I had lived as
Catherine. I was looking for excuses to return to my old life, but the
sense of power I felt when I made sex as a man kept insinuating in my
mind. Finally I made may decision and right after that I heard a
familiar voice coming from behind me:
-"Did you enjoy the test drive?"
It was the frog lady. Just for fun I looked at my wristwatch, it marked
6:00:21. I told her my doubts (but deep inside me I had made my decision
and she knew that). The frog-lady assured me that Carl was happy living
my life and that SHE would make Don happy. I must confess I was not
thinking about his welfare when I took my decision. I told her I wanted
to stay in Carl's body. The frog-lady was satisfied, said goodbye and
went her own way, again without vanishing in a cloud of smoke.
I am alone again, this time forever. I am Carl now. Maybe someday I will
seek Catherine. She is the only person in the world who will understand
me. I see Aurora approaching her rose fingers in the horizon. Soon the
sun will rise. I find it quite appropriate to watch the sun's rebirth in
the day I am reborn. After that I will go home... home? Then I realize I
don't know where I live. I search the car, but find no indication of an
address.
There is only one way to solve this problem, I take a deep breath and
think:
-"How can I get home?"
THE END
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