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The Hotel Switch
A Short by Rugburn
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She was tiny.
Her knock at the door was my first clue to that fact, such a soft
unassuming sound against the hard wood of the door.
I let her in and she bowed politely before bringing her cart into my room.
I looked down on her from my natural barefoot height of 6 feet 9 inches.
She had short hair that hung to her jawline. Her body was thin, but seemed
sturdy in its own way. I suspected she had a lot more strength in her than
one would suspect. She had to, considering her job. Her breasts were small
compared to the women I was used to, but I'm sure they'd have more hang to
them once taken out of the bra or whatever was used to bind them in this
country. She wore a robe with decorative designs that I guessed was either
a language I couldn't read or just abstract art. The designs were in white
on the dark blue fabric. I could see she wore slippers, also a custom.
She dragged her cart over to the bed and set it up, an assortment of oils,
gels and instruments I've seen before. Items any masseuse would have. I
watched her silently. If this bothered her she didn't give any notice.
Finally she turned to me with her eyes down respectfully and motioned me
to the bed.
It was go-time.
I dropped my own robe off my shoulders and onto a chair then slid onto the
bed face down. Almost immediately she went to work spreading heating oils
and kneading my back muscles. A wave of relaxation spread outward from her
hands. I sighed contentedly and felt a little drowsy...then realized that
that was probably the drug activating...right on cue.
I had to act quickly, but took a deep breath to remain relaxed. Any sense
of panic would put adrenaline into my body, undermining the drug. I slowly
reached under my pillow and grasped the object that would finally solve
the mysteries I so longed to know.
I let my mind drift and blinked slowly...sluggishly.
My breathing became rhythmic...steady.
My sense of being, sense of humanity disappearing with unconsciousness.
I blinked again, leaving my eyes closed for just a second...
...And snapped them open, going from drowsy to completely alert in an
instant.
I was now bent over the bed with my arms on the back of a very large man -
- Me.
I pulled my new feminine hands up and took a step back regarding the male
body before me. Then slowly, almost believing it was just another one of
those damn dreams, looked down at myself...
...and saw the dark blue robe covering a slightly built female body.
I did it. I actually did it. I'm her!
I took note of the clock. The time when we would automatically switch back
looked like it would coincide nicely with the end of my massage session.
I approached the dresser of the hotel room and looked at the large mirror
on the wall behind it. A tiny oriental woman stared back at me. Short,
cute, with heavy slanted dark eyes, a cute button nose and an oval almost
cherub-like face. I smiled and loved the tiny white teeth that shone
brilliantly back at me.
I looked down and saw a pair of my shoes. I slipped a foot out of the
slipper I had on and stepped into one shoe. The shoe was far too large for
me now. I idly wondered if I could get both my new feet into one of my old
shoes.
I turned my attention back to this new body. Slowly, I opened the robe and
looked underneath. Despite what I thought earlier, the masseuse hadn't
worn anything underneath save a pair of brief white panties. I admired the
body, the small breasts and slim waist, I pulled up the panties for a peek
when the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
I looked up and saw my face looking back at me in the mirror. My real
face...which was currently being sported by the masseuse.
She had woken up.
For a moment, neither of us said a word. We stared at each other. It was
somewhat surreal to have a "caught with your hand in the cookie jar"
feeling and the person who caught you was yourself.
I slowly closed the robe. I cast my glance down feeling very chagrined. I
couldn't run, she/he could report me. Realistically, I don't know who she
is. The switch back was automatic, but any resistance by the mind could
cancel it out leaving us stranded as each other.
I thought it more likely that she/he could report me. Maybe to the
authorities...but for what?
I looked up at her, feeling very exposed and vulnerable.
My eyes...his eyes...looked right into mine. There wasn't any anger in
them. No confusion either.
I felt myself take a step forward, drawn to him. The connection we shared
with our gaze was magnetic.
Before I new it I was next to the bed. He stood up then, making it
possible only to meet his gaze by looking up. Such a change from my world.
To look up at one with my stature. I felt weak, small and insignificant.
His hands rose and grasped me ever so gently on my shoulders. I felt him
pull me close. My body rubbing up against his. Feelings of intense desire
washed over me in ways I was never able to imagine before. The robe I was
wearing felt constraining, my nipples had hardened into sharp points that
caught in the fabric.
His hands solved one dilemma, sliding the robe off my shoulders to fall to
the floor. His hands moved about my body, caressing it, kneading it. Each
stroke finding a new vein of pleasure that flooded my brain with fuzzy
images of warm happiness.
So much of what followed felt dreamlike. Everything was good, everything
felt right. We writhed about and moaned together in ecstasy. He new
exactly where to touch me, hold me and I in turn brought him close to
climax more than once before finally bringing him into full masculine
expression.
For the umpteenth time, as I straddled him I felt him harden into me as my
own climax reached its peak when a feeling of drowsiness came over me. I
fell beside him in bed as my vision clouded over and I closed my eyes for
a second...
When I opened them I saw that we were back in our respective bodies. She
had dressed and gathered her materials onto her cart. She went to the door
and opened it. Before the door closed she cast a glance back at me.
Our eyes met. She sported a small smile before bowing. When she stood up
she had to draw a bang of hair out of her eye. Then she backed out of the
room letting the door close.
We never saw each other again.
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