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Betrayed Chapter 2
By
Carolyn Collins
Sunday:
I awoke to the pleasurable sensations of having my already swollen and
very sensitive nipples being suckled, a long male finger stroking my moist
vagina and a thumb massaged my clitoris. My female body was responding
even before my mind had awoken.
As Jill swung her male body up over my petite form, my legs opened of
their own accord. She had no trouble settling between them and alining her
stiff erection with my already lubricated vagina. A second later, I felt
her entering my female body. "Why is this body responding so
uncontrollably?" I asked myself as her large male organ penetrated deeper
and deeper into a part of my anatomy that I had had only since yesterday
morning.
I was breathing heavily as Jill began stroking her penis in and out of my
body. My mind was reeling with the sensual assault as I tried to
understand my reactions. Some how Jim, who I had thought was my best
friend, had gotten a young uneducated girl to swap bodies with him so that
he could then swap with me. With me no longer being a doctor, he could
steal my money and have sex with my innocent wife, who would think that it
was her husband making love to her. I needed to swap back into my own body
so that I could rescue my wife and prevent Jim from stealing my money.
However, at the moment, the only thing occupying my attention was the
sexual sensations that my new female body was experiencing.
I heard a woman's moan and realized that it was I who was moaning. Jill's
cock was feeling very good as she stroked it in and out of my vagina.
Having been a girl for most of her life, she understood what to do to
maximize the pleasure for a woman that she was screwing. And, it certainly
was feeling good to me as I involuntarily raised my legs up and wrapped
them around her waist. Several times yesterday afternoon and evening, she
had made love to me. I was not, at least at first, a willing participant.
A little beer to loosen me up and I had relaxed enough for her to start my
long line of seemingly endless orgasms. Last night, she had tried to get
me to go down on her male member to help her to get hard for about the
sixth time. By that time, I was so out of my mind, I might have done so if
I had had more to drink or if she had not called me her little cum slut. I
had refused and we ended up falling to sleep in her pink-canopied bed.
Jill's cock was long enough to hit my new body's cervix as it bottomed
out. She knew just how to bounce it off my G spot first. That, plus the
fact that the upper side of her long hard tool rubbed against my swollen
clitoris both on the in and the out strokes was why I had lost all control
over this sexy little female body. Jill hit bottom once more and she
ground her pelvis into me as the domed head of her huge cock massaged my G
spot as my erect clit was trapped against her pubic hair and my pelvic
bone. Within a few seconds, I had both of my arms and legs tightly wrapped
around Jill's male body and I was holding on for dear life as wave after
wave of an intense orgasms swept through my petite female body.
I lay back on the bed, panting, with Jill still embedded in me. She was
grinning as she had watched my facial expressions as I had climaxed. "I
had never known how red my face gets when I cum." She chuckled as her hips
began slowly moving up and down once more. "Of course, you know that you
will never control that body. It will control you. I was always helpless
and weak. I was addicted to sex and almost never said, No, when I was
propositioned. Now, Dr. Parker, darn, I keep forgetting to call you Jill.
Now, Jill, you are a cum slut." Her hips were rising and falling more
quickly, causing her cock to massage both my G spot and clitoris while all
I could do was to desperately hang on with my trembling arms and legs. My
mind heard what she was saying even as my new body was responding to what
she was doing. I found myself cumming again as my mind spun out of control
yet again and again. Feeling Jill's large penis pulsing inside of me as
her semen hosed down my insides felt so erotic, I almost lost
consciousness.
A shower felt really good as the warm water splashed against my still
tingling body. Jill had finally cum inside of me, after making me cum
about six times, and had let me rest for a few moments before telling me
to take a shower. She had shown me how to tuck my crimson tresses under
her shower cap before turning on the water. She had said that my hair was
so long that it required too much time to dry and that I could wash if
later tonight. Jill had kept me in bed most of yesterday and this was the
first bath that I had as a woman. I found that the jets of water caused my
sensitive nipples to become erect. Even after the seemingly endless number
or orgasms that Jill had given me, I found myself being turned on by the
warm water. I worried that Jill had been all too correct when she had said
that I would become a slave to sexual sensations now that I was in this
body. I washed my new intimate places and, with a great deal of will
power, managed not to play with my new equipment any more than necessary.
When I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower/tub, Jill was
waiting with a large fluffy towel. She insisted on helping to dry me as I
stood there in the small bathroom. She paid extra attention to my gigantic
breasts as she dried them. I could not deny that it felt very good to have
the terry cloth gently sliding across my sensitive flesh. She wrapped the
towel around me, not just around the waist as I had always done as a male,
but over my over-sized breasts. After she tucked in the corner, she
removed my shower cap and told me to shake out my hair. The red waves of
hair hung half way down my back. Jill told me that she had already started
a pot of coffee and that I was to fix her a breakfast of scrambled eggs,
toast and coffee while she took a shower.
I did not like being ordered around and thought about telling Jill that as
her naked male body stepped into the shower/tub and she slid the curtain
closed. For some reason, the sight of her penis hanging down in a semi
flaccid state caused my words to stick in my throat. "My God!" I thought
to myself. "I have always been a straight, heterosexual guy. Now, just a
little over twenty four hours after being swapped into Jill's bimbo body,
my mouth goes moist at the sight of a male penis!" In my confusion, I went
to Jill's efficiency apartment kitchen and began to prepare her breakfast
as she took her shower.
Many times, I had gotten up, fixed coffee and breakfast for Laura and me.
That was because I loved her. Now, I found myself fixing scrambled eggs,
toast and coffee for a girl that I hardly knew who was now a man and I was
in her bimbo body. However, rather than thinking about myself, I was
worrying about my wife. I was thinking of Laura and wondering how she was
doing. She was even more of a victim than I was. She did not even know
that the man making love to her was not really her husband. If I could
swap Jim back into this female body and me back into my own, I would never
tell Laura that she had, at least technically, been unfaithful by having
sex with another man. I loved her too much to ever let her feel guilty for
something that she had no control over. I also hoped that Jim did not do
anything to hurt her.
Several times, I had to stand on tiptoe as I got items out of the
kitchenette cabinets. I was reminded of the fact that I was only five foot
tall, as I had to stretch to reach things. I realized that I had not been
this short since before I had reached puberty. While searching for the
skillet, I had stretched so much; my towel fell off, leaving me naked in
the kitchen. I quickly wrapped it around my curvy body before Jill saw me.
I was afraid that she would become aroused and want to have sex with me in
the kitchen. I was also afraid that I would enjoy it.
After breakfast, Jill spent the rest of the morning and most of the
afternoon teaching me how to wear women's clothing and how to act like a
girl. She had me slip on a pair of lace trimmed pink silk thong panties.
The way the thong back went between the globular cheeks of my round bottom
was certainly a new experience. It took about thirty minutes of trying on
various brassieres to learn how the different types of catches operated.
Having to position my gigantic breasts in the cups so that the brassiere
could support them and keep them from bouncing was also something new. I
ended up in a lace trimmed pink silk front hook brassiere with cups that
were low cut and exposed my breasts almost to the pink oversized sensitive
nipples.
Next, came the almost endless practice at applying cosmetics. First, Jill
demonstrated the proper usage of make up. Then, for about two hours, I
found just how artistic a woman has to be as I applied various creams,
paints and powders, only to remove them to start over again and again.
Finally, she was satisfied that I understood the basic rudiments and said
that I could become proficient with a few months of practice. I did not
tell her that I hoped to be back in my own body by the next day or so. At
worst, Jim had said that he would give me my body back in a week or two.
Of course, if I waited that long, Jim would have all of my money
transferred to his bank account and my relationship with Laura might
suffer irreparable damage. I also seriously doubted that Jim would
continue my MD research. I knew that I needed to act quickly or else my
life could never return to normal.
Jill told me to brush my long wavy red hair as she picked out a dress and
a pair of shoes for me to wear. After I had completed the task, my
lustrous red hair hung to the middle of my back in shimmering waves. I had
to admit that my body was very attractive in a sex kitten sort of way as I
studied my reflection in the mirror.
"Already admiring yourself in the mirror? Vanity, thy name is woman. Here,
put these on." Jill said as she gave me a pair of silky stockings.
"Natural redheads do not tan very well and these will make your legs look
sexy." I did not want to look sexy, but had already decided to cooperate
as much as possible until I found a chance to swap back with Jim. I
slipped the gossamer thin fabric over my tiny feet and up over my curvy
calves, knees and thighs. The elastic lace tops ended only an inch from
the pink silk triangle covering my hairless pubic mound. A minute later, I
was wearing both stockings.
I was reluctant to put on the high heel shoes that Jill had selected. They
were gold colored sandals with three-inch heels. I asked for lower heels,
but Jill insisted. "Face it, Jill," she said as she called me by her own
name. "You are short. If you walk around in low heels, you will be just
the right height to give stand up blowjobs. You had better get used to
wearing high heels." Stated that way, I buckled the ankle straps around my
stocking covered tiny ankles without any more complaints. "Now, stand up
so that you can put on your dress and we will go get something to eat. All
of that sex has made me as hungry as a bear!" My stomach had been growling
for the last hour and I had wondered if I would have to cook lunch. I did
not relish the idea of going out in public as a woman. However, hunger was
a great motivator.
I stood up and almost fell on my face. Only Jill's quick reactions saved
me as she put her arms around my narrow waist to prevent my toppling
forward off my high heels. "Easy, Sugar!" she said as she held my body
against her male body. I teetered back and forth a couple of times on the
high heels as I tried to get my balance. After a few moments, I felt that
I could stand without assistance. I also felt Jill's hands cupping my silk
brassiere supported breasts. I looked up into her eyes as she whispered,
"I think that I am getting horny again."
I pushed Jill's hands away from my breasts and said, "I thought you said
that it was time to eat?" I did not want to admit, even to myself, that
Jill's hands caressing my breasts and her mentioning that she was getting
horny had made my own ultra feminine body tingle. "I am a straight guy!" I
thought as if to remind myself as I unsteadily moved back a step or two.
"Okay, there is always later tonight," Jill said with a grin as she
retrieved the gold colored satin wrap dress from the rumpled bed where she
had laid it. It seemed to be a size too small as I slipped it on and
wrapped the front around and tied the sash. The deep vee bodice exposed
far too much cleavage. If I wore this dress, I would have to make sure
that I did not sneeze or else everyone would be given a view of my low cut
brassiere and over-sized breasts. When I was led to the full-length
mirror, I also saw that the hem came only a few inches below the elastic
lace tops of my stockings. Jill stated, "The dress material is so thin and
light weight, if there is a strong wind, you will give all the guys a real
treat as they get a glimpse of your sexy pink undies."
I immediately requested something more conservative to wear. Jill refused
as she said that this was a dress that sexy women wore in public. "Since
you are now a woman, you may as well get used to the idea that men will
treat you as a sex object. When they see you like this, they will imagine
what it is like to kiss you, play with your big boobs, finger your pussy,
have you suck their big thick hard cocks and fuck you until they cum
inside of your cunny!" I wanted to not believe her. However, when I looked
at my reflection in the mirror, I was reminded that I had had almost the
same thoughts about Jill when she was first interviewed for her job as
receptionist for our medical office. The fact that I was a happily married
man that loved his wife prevented me from fantasizing any farther. And, I
had certainly never laid a hand on Jill's voluptuous body. However, I
could now very well imagine how most men would want to do more than look
at this body.
Since she had no other male clothing with her, Jill had put on her male
clothing that she had worn the previous day and said, "I am starved! Must
have been all the fucking!" She laughed at her own crudeness as she added,
"I have packed your receptionist uniform for tomorrow, some make up and
undies. We will go to eat, then, go back to my new place for the night."
She put her arm around my tiny waist as she whispered, "I think you are
beginning to enjoy being a woman." I refused to believe that.
As we walked out to the parking lot, Jill had a travel bag in one hand and
her other arm around my tiny waist and my high heels were forcing me to
take tiny steps. The same man that had almost tripped as he watched me run
to Jill's car the previous morning happened to be walking by. Jill
whispered to me, "That is your apartment building manager. He has the
apartment across the courtyard from you. Right now, you are late on making
your rent payment. That is why your drapes are open. He is a pervert that
gets off on watching you undress and have sex with others. He probably
watched us last night. You'll notice that he comes to the parking lot when
you do, but that he rarely speaks. He has let me get over two months
behind on rent and never kicked me out. I always wondered why he never
asked for sex. Maybe, he will now that you are in that body?"
I glanced over my shoulder to get another look at the pervert manager just
as Jill slid her large hand down to my right buttock and gave it a
squeeze. He was just standing there, with his eyes glued to Jill's
masculine hand as it groped my plump feminine bottom. I heard Jill
whisper, "Let's give him a show to remember," as she stopped walking,
dropped the luggage, spun me around, swept me into her strong arms and
kissed me.
I tried to protest, but Jill's lips smothered my words. I felt both of
Jill's hands on my well-padded bottom as she drew our bodies together.
When the kiss ended, she picked up the bag, looked over at the manager,
winked and smiled. One of Jill's hands continued to massage one bottom
cheek as she was leading me to Jim's Porsche, opening the passenger door
and waiting for me to sit down. Jill whispered, "Wave at the pervert."
When I just sat there, she added, "Do it or I'll untie your dress, open it
up and let him see your undies." I believed that she would actually do
such a thing. I waved at the manager. "Smile, too." I smiled. I could see
the guy grinning back at us. Jill shut the door, walked around the car,
got into the driver's seat, started the engine and we drove out of the
parking lot.
"You have to learn, Jill, a girl has to let men look at her. They are
going to do it whether you want them to or not. It is up to a girl to
decide just how much she wants to cooperate and let them see." Jill was
now calling me Jill as she lectured me on how to be female. "Do a good job
of being a girl for the next week or two and Jim is supposed to change us
back to our own bodies. Although, I must admit, I will be sorry to go back
to being female. I like being male. I especially like being a male doctor.
Instead of most men wanting to fuck me and most women being jealous, I get
respect as Doctor James Morelli. I like it. I like it a lot!"
Jill took me to a family steakhouse style restaurant. Unfortunately, it
was mostly packed with people who had stopped for Sunday dinner after
attending church services. Jill, in Jim's male body, was dressed in
slightly rumpled clothing, and me in Jill's sexy body and too small gold
satin wrap mini dress. We probably looked like a pimp and a prostitute to
most of the ultra conservative patrons. I was uncomfortable in a female
body as I pulled down the hemline of my wrap dress slightly as the
restaurant hostess led us to a table. The stares that the other people
were giving me, only made the situation more unbearable.
When we were seated at a table, Jill ordered a couple of salads and
glasses of wine, followed by a twenty ounce T-bone steak and fries for him
and a child's size portion of broiled chicken breast and a small baked
potato for me. When the middle-aged waitress left the table, he told me,
"When a girl watches her figure, everyone else will, too. Besides, what I
ordered for you was one of my favorite meals."
Jill looked around the room, studying the other customers. When the
glasses of wine and salad arrived, she thanked the waitress, who had given
me a disapproving glance. When she walked away, Jill spoke softly, so that
others would not over-hear, "Did you know that people are really strange?
For example, that family sitting at the table to your right, the husband
has been giving you lustful stares every since we walked into the
restaurant. His wife saw him staring, punched him on the arm and he
avoided looking at you while she was watching. However, every time he
catches her busy with their brats, he looks back at you. It is almost as
if he is trying to memorize how you look. Tonight, I bet he'll try making
love to his wife, that is, if she will let him, all the time he'll be
remembering what you looked like and he'll be fantasizing that it is you
that he is fucking. How does it feel, knowing that you are now a fantasy
fuck for middle aged men?"
I did not answer Jill's question. Instead, I glanced over at the husband
sitting at the table that she had referred to. He was looking at me with
the same facial expression that a starving man has when he first sees a
decent meal. The result was that his wife caught him, punched his arm
again and gave me a very nasty look before saying something to her
husband. I heard Jill's masculine chuckle as my face turned red and I
turned back to my salad. "Most people are hypocrites," Jill whispered as
she finished her salad. "Eat your salad, Jill. Ignore the reactions of the
other women. They're just jealous. Most of their husbands want to fuck you
and it infuriates them. They cover up their over-weight stretch-marked
bodies with respectable clothing and feel that it is wrong for any nubile
younger female to flaunt her sexuality. Dressed as you are, with the body
you are in, you are not playing by their rules. Screw the self-righteous
jealous bitches. Drink the rest of your wine, Little Girl. We'll get
more."
I had eaten half of my salad by the time that the main entr?e arrived. By
then, I had come to the conclusion that Jill had brought me to this
restaurant, dressed the way I was, on purpose. She had dressed me in a
provocative manner, and, knew what reactions I would create in a family
restaurant on a Sunday afternoon. I did not know if it was Jill's idea
alone or if it was Jim who had thought of forcing me to see how society
would react to a sexy girl in too sexy of a dress. Either way, I was so
preoccupied that I only ate half of my broiled chicken even though I had
been hungry when we had arrived. When we finally left the restaurant, I
breathed a sigh of relief.
As Jill drove Jim's Porsche, she rested her right hand on my nylon covered
left thigh. I probably should have pushed it away, however, after all the
liberties that she had already taken with my new female body, it seemed a
senseless gesture. Her large male fingers made small circular motions on
the inside of my nylon encased thigh whenever she was not shifting the
gears of the six speed transmission. My genitalia began to tingle again as
her teasing fingers slowly moved across the couple of inches of bare skin
to my silk covered crotch. By the time we arrived at Jim's apartment the
crotchband of my panties was moist.
Jill parked in Jim's designated parking space, shut off the engine, turned
to me and said, with a grin, "Come into my parlor, said the spider to the
fly!" I felt like a lost puppy as I followed Jill into Jim's home. I had
visited Jim's apartment several times since we had become partners.
Whereas Jill's apartment was tastefully decorated with matching second
hand furniture, Jim had bought only what would appeal to the newly rich.
Jim had always lived beyond his means. I guess that is why he was so deep
in debt and wanted my money. I actually was far more worried about my
wife's safety than my money.
Jim had a large stereo system that probably cost him a month's pay. Jill
pushed a few buttons and soft, romantic music filled the room. Jill picked
up a bottle of wine from a rack, pulled the cork and filled two wine
glasses. I accepted one and downed most of its contents in anticipation.
Her dark mustache almost bristled when she smiled and said, "Dance for
me," as she sat on the living room sofa. When I told her that I did not
know how to dance she grinned and replied, "I think you do. Close your
eyes, listen to the music, let your body sway with the rhythm. Dancing is
important to a woman." I closed my eyes and slowly began to sway to the
music as Jill sat on the sofa. Half way through the song, I began to feel
the beat. When the song ended, Jill gave me my re-filled glass and told me
to continue.
The beat was slow and sensuous as I sipped the amber liquid, closed my
eyes and swayed to the sound. I was feeling the effects of the wine as I
seemed to float in time to the music. I could hear Jill's masculine voice
as if it were echoing down a hallway, "Baby, give me your empty wine
glass. Keep dancing!" I never even noticed when she untied the belt of my
wrap dress. I was still swaying as my dress slipped from my shoulders and
puddled on the floor around my high heeled feet.
To be continued...............
Lauryn
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