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This is another story I had in my head which I felt needed to get out. Nothing better than writing it to expel and idea and make room for more. I post it on my favorite story site, Fictionmania, and do not give any permission for anyone to post it elsewhere. If you like it, or hate it even, let me know what you think with a review. Enjoy! My New Life By Byron It was 10am and I was driving home from work. Ha, not work anymore, now it's just another business. I still couldn't believe that bastard! First he screws my girlfriend, then he fires me when I find out about it! What a jerk! I was having a hard time believing what had happened only a short time ago. My girlfriend of half a decade had been having an affair, I found out about it yesterday. She had been going at it for almost the entire time we were dating and I knew she had to go so I kicked her out. Today I go to work like I always do and when my boss got in he brought me to his office and fired me. I didn't know it was him that she was sleeping with, I didn't ask her and didn't care. Apparently she had gone to his house last night, crying and all upset, so he let me go. This was just another in a long line of bad luck stories I called my life. The last few weeks I had my car broken into and lost my stereo, spent three days in jail due to mistaken identity, suffered through a bad cold AND the flu, and now my girlfriend is gone and I have no job. Oh, and I spent half the rent money on car repairs so come the first I can add homeless to that list. "Shit!" I yelled, hitting the steering wheel with my fists. Maybe it was hitting the wheel, maybe it was just a coincidence, I don't know, but my car suddenly sputtered and died. I was going down a hill so I pumped the breaks and turned into the next parking lot; I was at a strip mall. I glided into the first spot I saw, pulling the wheel hard as the power steering went off when the engine quit. I did a good job, straight and between the lines and I didn't hit anyone, maybe my luck wasn't so bad. I put it in park and turned the key but nothing happened. It didn't even try to turn over, all I heard was a *click*. Well, at least I only live a few blocks from here. I grabbed my wallet off the dash and checked to see if I had my AAA card, I did. I pulled it out along with my ID, "Douglas Smithe" it said, male, six foot one, two hundred forty pounds, date of birth March 8th 1976. I got out of the car and took out my phone, I needed some fresh air. Of course my phone was dead too, just like my car, so I wouldn't be calling for a tow. I looked at the mall, maybe I could use a phone in one of the stores. I walked through the parking lot to the closest store, but before I got to the door I saw a glowing "OPEN" sign that just drew me to it. As I got closer I saw the name of the shop was written above the glowing sign, it said "Spells R Us". Some sort of head shop? I walked in and a bell rang above the door. It was very dim and I had a hard time seeing but it looked like some sort of thrift store. The shelves were filled with curios and knicknacks, but it was the man behind the counter that I found strangest of all. He was tall, frail, and old with a long white beard and a pointy hat. He also wore what seemed to be a bathrobe. How eccentric. "Good morning Doug," he said. "I'm afraid I don't have a phone here." I looked at him puzzled. "How did you know my name?" I asked him, adding "and that I needed a phone?" "I'm a wizard." he explained. "I make it a point to know who comes in to my store." "Yeah..." I looked around. "What kind of a store is this, anyway?" He leaned over the counter, coming close to me. "A magic store." he said quietly, as if he didn't want all the non-existent customers to know. He snapped back and said "What can I get you?" "You sell anything to ruin my boss... I mean my ex-bosses life?" "Yes, actually we do." I thought for a moment. "How about something to teach my ex-girlfriend a lesson?" "Yes, we carry many items that could be used that way." "Wait." I wasn't a bad guy, and I felt no real malice towards these people, I just wanted things to be different. "Can you give me a new life?" I looked down at myself. "Maybe something a bit lighter, and a newer model?" I looked back at the old man and waited for him to answer. "That, I can certainly do." He turned around, opened a curtain and walked through a doorway behind him. I couldn't see what he was doing, the curtain had closed and was hiding the room. I heard some mumbling and then the curtain opened and he walked out. He had a scroll in his hand and he set it on the counter. "This will do what you want, and it's only twenty dollars." "Twenty bucks?" I asked. "What's it do?" "When you get home, read the words on this scroll aloud then go to bed. When you wake up your life will be different." "That's it?" "Yes, that's it." I wasn't sure about this, I might need that twenty dollars soon enough but if he really was a wizard and this scroll worked, it would be worth it. "I know you have some doubts, they all do." The old man sighed. "How about I make you a deal." "Okay." I liked deals. "You buy the scroll, and I give you a receipt and let you return it if nothing happens." "Hmmm" "If you read the scroll and go to sleep, then wake with everything the same as it is now, come back here and I will refund your money. You can't lose." That sounded fine to me. "Sounds good." I took a twenty dollar bill out of my back pocket, the only cash I had on me, and handed it over. He put the scroll in my hand along with a receipt, thanked me and I walked out. I was curious now, I wanted to open it up and read it, but decided to follow the old man's instructions and wait until I got home. I didn't worry about my car, it would be fine where it was, so I just walked home. First thing I did was plug in my phone, I had to call AAA. After that I sat at the table and opened the scroll. There were only a few words on it, and though it wasn't English I gave it a shot and read it out loud. Canviar la meva vida i mostrar-me la felicitat. I felt rather silly until the words started to glow and then faded from the page. I stood up as the scroll burst into flames and vanished, amazingly it didn't mark the table. I didn't know what to think of it, but it seemed like magic to me, so I followed the rest of the directions and went to bed. It wasn't even noon yet but I hadn't slept much the night before and I knew if I laid down for a few minutes I might be able to doze off. I think using the scroll might have helped tire me out because as I fell on to my bed I started to fall asleep. It was a dreamless sleep and when I awoke it was like no time had passed at all. My eyes fluttered open and I was staring at the ceiling. It looked different somehow but I never did pay much attention to ceilings. I turned my head when I heard a noise, it was a grunt or a snort. I couldn't quite tell, but it sounded like another person. Next to me I saw light brown hair and as I focused on it, it moved. There was a man sitting up in my bed! He was facing away from me, his uncovered back facing me. He turned and looked at me with bright, blue eyes and leaned down to touch my face with his. Before I could react he had kissed my forehead. "Good morning sweetie" he said. Then he stood up and walked towards a door. He wasn't wearing any clothes and his ass was staring at me! I bolted up as he walked into what looked to be a bathroom and shut the door behind him. "What the..." I said quietly, looking around. This wasn't my room, that's for sure. What had that scroll done?!? "Where the hell am I?" and then I noticed something else. My voice was different. I reached for my throat, I'm not sure what I thought I would find, and I looked down. I was very surprised to see breasts jutting forth from my chest. My hands moved from my throat to my new mounds and I grabbed them, seeing if they were real. They were. I heard water running now, a shower, and I remembered I was not alone. Frantically I grabbed for my crotch, it was covered by a blanket and as I felt around it seemed nothing was there. I pulled the blanket off me and saw what I feared, I no longer had a penis. It hadn't been huge or anything, but it was mine and I liked it. I used it sparingly, mostly it was just to urinate, but it was what made me a man. Without it I knew, oh god I knew, I was now a woman. Replacing my penis was a slit, my new vagina. I could almost still feel what was gone, a phantom penis perhaps. I was starting to freak out now. I got out of bed and looked around again. I was in a bedroom, two dressers, three doors, a bed. "No TV," I said to myself. "Wow." I was amazed at my own voice. "I sound like a girl." One of the dressers was low and had a large mirror attached to it. I walked over to it and had a look. I was a knock out! I must have been 5'6" or so, long, curly, red hair; bright green eyes; a cute button nose; and full pouty lips. I put my hands to my face, feeling my slender neck which sat on rounded shoulders. My hands were thin and fine, not like my big man hands, and my nails were painted green with sparkles. I slowly looked down, moving my hands with my gaze. My breasts were wonderfully round and soft, maybe a D cup or larger, with silver dollar sized nipples and little nubs about the size of a pencil eraser. They felt so nice but I continued down to my thin but toned waist, then to my full, round hips. My hands went to my ass as I turned to see it as well, plump and firm, an active woman's ass. I took a step back to see my whole self in the mirror. My legs were slender but I was very curvy, and my feet were so tiny compared to what I was used to. I couldn't be very old, maybe twenty-one if I was lucky. I moved my hands up and down my body, it felt great. My skin was smooth, no thick and coarse hair anywhere like I had as a man. Even my crotch was shaved, and it looked good. I was starting to turn myself on and I put my finger to my new opening. I barely broke the surface when I heard the bathroom door. While I was feeling myself up the man in the bathroom had gotten out of the shower and was now opening the door. I looked towards him but could not see anything except the door. He didn't come out. Then I heard the sink turn on... he must have just wanted to let in some fresh air. I turned my attention back to the mirror and saw a purse on the dresser. "It has to be mine," I said a lit too loud as the man in the other room shouted to me. "What?" "Ah, nothing!" I yelled back and I opened the purse. The first thing I saw was a wallet so I pulled it out. Inside was some cash, maybe a hundred dollars, and some credit cards. After a few moments of rummaging around I found the drivers license and looked at it. "Samantha Diane Jones" it said. "Born February 28th, 1994." I had graduated high school in ninety-four. I put the license back and set down the wallet. At least I knew who I was, but who was this guy? I looked around again and saw a picture on a nightstand. I walked over and picked it up, it was me... me now, and him. Obviously we were in a relationship of some sort. I looked at the bathroom door just as he walked out. He was naked again, and this time he was drying himself off with a towel. As he patted himself down I started feeling very pleasant. He was tall and very athletic, a smooth muscular chest and strong looking legs. His face was handsome, A chiseled chin, a sharp jaw, clean shaven and bright blue eyes. He was young too, but probably older than I was now. He was drying his hair as I stared at him, moving the towel down lazily until he covered his groin. He dried off down there for a sec, moving the towel around, then tossed it into the bathroom. He was hung like a stallion. It must have been six inches or more, just hanging there. I wondered what it would look like erect and I suddenly felt wet between my legs. He was turning me on. I wanted to turn away but he noticed me staring and came up to me. He pulled me close, with one hand around my waist and the other on the side of my face, and kissed me with such passion I had never known before. Even though he was a stranger, and a man, I returned his kiss. I could feel his dick pressing against me, getting harder as we continued. I felt very weak, yet aroused, it was very different than I was used to. My hands reached to his manhood and as wrapped my fingers around it he pulled back. "Not this morning hun, I have to get to work." He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and walked over to the other dresser. I just stood there in awe, I wasn't sure what happened. I shook my head and came out of my daze when he asked me what I was doing today. "Um, I don't know yet," I told him. It was the truth. He had gotten a underwear on, briefs, and was working on a pair of slacks when he said "I know you don't have to work, but maybe you should think about a job just to keep busy." "Huh?" "You go for walks, play video games, cook some fantastic food, but you seem to be drifting and I am worried." I didn't know what to say. I didn't know this man, or the woman I needed to pretend to be, but at least he seemed to honestly care. "I was thinking of taking some classes" I said, it was the first thing I could think of. "That's great!" he was buttoning up his shirt now. "But for today I think I will just stay in, I'm a little tired." I faked a yawn. He walked over to me and gave me another kiss. "You don't seem too tired to me." He winked and sat down on the bed, putting on a pair of socks. "Maybe you rest up and when I get home..." he trailed off. "Okay," I said meekly. I was sobering up, so to speak, and I felt very vulnerable. I realized I was still naked while he was now completely dressed. "I think I'll take a shower," I muttered. He stood up, socks and shoes on, and tucked in his shirt. "Okay. I'm going to stop for a bagel on the way in to work so I'll be heading out in a minute." He finished with his shirt and looked at me, I think we was expecting me to do something. "Don't I get a kiss goodbye?" he asked. I approached him, putting my hands on his chest, and pressed my lips against his. He had to lean down a little for me to reach him as he was more than a half foot taller than me. Then I backed away and walked into the bathroom. As I shut the door I said "bye". I was feeling shy and the only reason I was in the bathroom was to get away from him. I heard him say bye from the bedroom and walk out, his shoes hitting the hard wood floors as he left. Though it wasn't my intention, he had left in a very good mood, thinking I was playing hard to get and looking forward to when he came back home. I figured as long as I was in the bathroom I would take that shower. The bathroom was bigger than mine was, or the old me, or... I didn't know how to think it. I decided I would just have to consider myself as Samantha now, and Doug was the old me. I got in the shower and turned it on. Warm water hit my sensitive skin, running down my body. I turned around to get my whole body wet, rubbing myself as I did. I faced the shower head and let it spray my face and wet my hair. A shower never felt so good before. I spent a few minutes just letting the water cover me, taking in the feelings it produced in me. I was really horny now, but I was a little embarrassed so I stopped and instead washed myself. I made sure to get all the nooks and crannies, and even washed my hair before rinsing off and getting out. The bathroom was very steamy so I opened the door. I peaked my head out to confirm I was alone and started drying off. My breasts heaved and fell as I dried them, I bounced them a few times, they were so foreign. I watched myself in the bathroom mirror when it cleared up from the steam, I was a really good looking woman. I used the blow dryer sitting next to the sink and once my hair was no longer wet I went into the bedroom. I was naked and needed to find some clothes. I checked the dresser with the mirror and found underwear in the top drawer; jackpot! I pulled out some red panties and slid them. They felt nice, silky and soft. Then I found a matching bra and held it up, scanning it, wondering how this was going to work. "Maybe I should put it on in front and then spin it around," I told myself. I got the bra around me, hooks in front, and fastened it. Then I pulled it around so the cups were in front and pulled it up. It felt funny but I was doing good. I put my arms through the straps and it was on, though it still needed some adjustment. I pulled on the cups, trying to get my breasts to fall into them, but it wasn't working very well. Instead I tried using one hand on a breast and the other on the bra and I sort of pushed it in. I did this to both of them, then stuck out my chest and wiggled. The seemed secure. I glanced in the mirror and saw my beautiful self, so I struck a pose. I could be a model, I just could not get over how hot I was. All my life I wanted a woman like this and now I was one. "At least I have tits to play with whenever I want!" I exclaimed, grabbing my chest and grouping myself. Now that I was feeling a bit more relaxed and comfortable I was curious what was through the other doors. I walked to one and opened it slowly but it didn't lead to another room, it was only a closet. The closet was full of clothes. Dresses, skirts, blouses, shirts, all kinds of different styles and colors. "Wow," I said, actually excited to see all the options I had. I spent the next hour or more just trying on different clothes. The sundress was nice but didn't cover much, and the miniskirt covered even less and was too restricting. It was too warm for a sweater, and the business suit and skirt was too formal. After a few more outfits I finally settled on a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt. The pants showed off my curves and barely went higher than my underwear, and my shirt clung to me tight showing off my impressive bust and allowing my belly button to be seen. I also put on a pair of sandals before closing up the closet. I was going to leave the bedroom when I saw a jewelry box on my dresser. "MY dresser," I laughed. I was getting used to this quick. I opened the box and saw a beautiful silver pendant which I put on. It didn't hang very low on me, not quite reaching my ample cleavage, and it looked fabulous. So did the bracelet I put on, they went together well. When I saw earrings I felt my ears, they were pierced so I put them on as well. "I wonder, is anything else is pierced?" I asked myself. I didn't want to get undressed so I only checked my belly button, it too had a tiny hole. I looked through the jewelry box and found a navel ring on the bottom, along with a tongue ring. I stuck out my tongue and a hole there as well so I put both on. I admired myself in the mirror again, I was getting sexier by the minute. But I needed something else. "Make up!" I didn't see a makeup case on the dresser, but maybe I used the bathroom for it so I went back in there. Next to the sink was a makeup case, it was next to the blow dryer and I must have missed it earlier. I opened it up and found all sorts of goodies. Lip stick, mascara, eye liner, blush, nail polish and other things I wasn't sure what to use for. Looking in the mirror put on some lipstick. It wasn't hard at all, and I puckered up and blew my reflection a kiss. Next was eyeliner, it was not as easy. It took me some time, and I dirtied a few washrags, but eventually I got what looked like a good look. I wasn't too made up, just a little color around my eyes and some dark eye liner as well. I had tried the blush but I didn't think I needed it, I had very nice skin. I also brushed my hair nice and even added some product, I was glad I once had long hair and knew what to do with it. Now that I was dressed and made up, I decided it was time to explore the rest of the house. I opened the door and saw another room across the hall. It was an office of some kind, some cabinets and computers filled it. Down the hall a bit was a bathroom, and across from that another room. This was a bedroom, perhaps a guest room. As I continued down the hallway it opened up into a large living room. There was a table near where I was, and farther away a couple of couches and an entertainment center. I took a closer look and saw all kinds of game systems and audio video equipment. It looked like speakers were up on the walls, it looked like someone took their entertainment very serious. There was a bookshelf on one wall as well, next to a door that looked like it lead outside or to a small porch. Another door was open and led to the kitchen. The kitchen was spacious, lots of cupboard space, nice new appliances and a sink that looked brand new. I saw another door in the kitchen and appeared to lead outside but I didn't care about outside right now. I was distracted by a corner of the counter covered with bottles. Alcohol bottles of all sorts. Rum, gin, tequila... there must have been 20 bottles. "I could really use a drink." My voice was so feminine and musical. I wonder how well I can sing. I opened a bottle of rum and took a swig. I coughed a bit. "Smooth". When I set down the bottle I saw some shot glasses so I poured a shot of vodka. I drank it down quick and turned around leaning on the counter, my ass pressing against it. I sighed and looked around some more. There were lots of windows in here, all of them closed so I decided to let in a little light. Outside I saw a nice looking neighborhood of small, one story houses. The lawns were mowed, the bushes were trimmed and the streets were clean. A woman walked by pushing a stroller and saw me looking out the window. She waved and smiled and I waved and smiled back. I didn't know who she was but she seemed to know me. I watched as she crossed the street and entered a nearby house. By now I was feeling a little light headed. It was the alcohol, two shots in such a small body was doing me very good; I was a cheap date. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, spying a delicious looking salad in a tupperware container. I didn't particularly like salads but this body just craved it. I wasn't sure if it had something to do with my change or if I was just getting into this life, but it looked very tasty. After eating I cleaned up and sat on a couch in front of the TV. I had to fiddle with the remote a bit, a big touch screen one, but eventually I got everything on. I flipped through the channels until I found something to watch, a daytime talk show. I wasn't very interested in the show but I saw the guest was a pop singer who I thought was very attractive. I didn't listen to her talk as much as stare at her body. I looked down at my body remembering who I was. Looking at the TV then again at myself I started getting turned on. I thought about being with the singer, what would sex be like with another woman? "I think it sounds pretty good," I said. When the woman on the show got up and started singing, I recognized the song and tried to sing along. It took a few verses to get a feel for my new voice but by the end of the song I was belting out the words. I sounded pretty good, maybe I could be a singer. The show went to a commercial and I saw a man working out. It was an ad for some local gym but the people in it were unreal. No one looked that good. "Well, I shouldn't say no one." I said as I looked down at myself again, putting my hands on my hips and posing for the television as if it was a camera. When I saw the next ad, a shirtless hunk drinking a diet soda, I wondered what it would be like to be with him. "Is that gay?" I asked myself. After a moment I answered, "No, I'm a woman now!" I realized that the windows were open and I suddenly wanted some privacy so I turned off the tv and went back into the bedroom. Shutting the door I walked to the bed. I sat down and started feeling myself up, thinking about having a man with me. Maybe my man. "Oh, man, my breasts feel so good!" Even through my clothes it felt wonderful to play with my big tits. I looked over to the nightstand and saw the clock, it was only noon. I had a long wait until... "What's his name?" I didn't know. Whatever it was, he was working and it was early... time to play a little. I laid back and started rubbing my crotch through my pants. It wasn't doing what I wanted, it only made me wet and wanting, so I undid my pants. I put a hand down there, under my panties and started feeling around. I was just getting ready to stick a finger in when I heard a door. I pulled my hand up quick, got up and was fixing my pants when the man from this morning walked in. "What were you doing?" he asked. I was blushing. "Nothing," I told him, averting eye contact. "We'll just see about that" he said as he walked over and grabbed me like he did this morning. We kissed and when I could, I asked him a question. "What's your name?" "It's whatever you want it to be baby." was his answer, thinking I was playing some game. He kept one hand on my back and used the other to reach under my shirt and fondle my breast. We continued kissing, I could feel the roughness of his face, he was already getting stubble on it. He sat be down on the bed and stood over me, taking off his shirt. "What happened to work?" I asked as I stared at his fine body. So big, so many muscles, and I was so small and weak. He came closer, kneeling down to be on my level. "Lunchtime." He kissed my lips then moved to my cheek. He slowly moved his lips down my neck and to my chest as his hands rubbed my legs. He kissed my cleavage before moving his hands up my sides, taking my shirt off. I raised my arms and he stood up and pulled off the shirt. I felt my breasts lift up then fall down, bouncing slightly even in the bra. He then bent back down and undid the clasp on my bra, freeing my mammaries from their constricting prison. They were very perky and my nipples were getting hard. He threw my bra on to the floor and pushed me gently so I would lay back. Once I did he started sucking my nipples. He started with one, his hands kneading my breasts as he licked and kissed, then moved to the other. A moan escaped my lips and he started working even harder. I was really turned on, my pussy must be so wet by now. When he started blowing on my nipples it was too much and I moaned again, only louder, I had had my first female orgasm. It wasn't very powerful, just small and relaxing. It felt very good but I wanted more. I kicked off my sandals and he pulled off my pants and underwear. He stood up and pulled off his pants as I positioned myself in the middle of the bed, sitting on my knees with my legs wide open. He crawled across the bed to me and sat like me, hands on my thighs. His cock was getting bigger, it had to be nine inches now and still growing. He rubbed my thighs, moving his hands up and down them before bending down and licking my cunt. I opened wider and he got closer, using his whole mouth to please me. His hands kept rubbing my thighs, making their way to my ass and even up to my breasts a few times. I felt another orgasm coming and I arched my back and rubbed my breasts. I pinched my nipples slightly as I came, it felt so good. I took my legs out from under me and stretched them out, he took that as a sign to move up higher. He used his mouth to play with my breasts for a few moments before moving up to my mouth. I could taste my juices on his lips and we kissed, it only made we want him more. I laid back and he moved himself so he was between my legs with his erect penis ready for entry. It had to be over a foot long. "It won't fit." I told him, then grinned. In my best innocent voice I whispered "be gentle" as his cock closed in on my snatch. The head pressed against it, slowly entering. He only put in an inch but I started panting and screamed with another orgasm as he pulled it out slightly. He pushed it in again, this time going in a little deeper before pulling back. When he did it a third time I came again, it was amazing. "Do it" I said excitedly, wanting my pleasure to continue. He pushed it all the way in me and I screamed again, lifting my pussy to get as much as I could. In and out, in and out, in and out. He was riding me like a champ and I enjoyed every minute of it. He played with my breasts and touched as much of my body as he could while I rubbed his back and ass, grabbing him tightly as I came again. We continued like this for what seemed like an eternity until I felt his rod stiffen inside me and start to shoot its seed into me. It was warm, and it felt fantastic; it made me come again. He was very quiet when he came but I wasn't, I wrapped my legs around him and shouted "YES! YES! OH MY GOD YES!" as he pounded into me. Not more than a minute later he was slowing down, and I could feel his cock inside me get softer. He pulled out of me, allowing a mixture of out fluids to leak out of me and on to the bed. He lay down beside me, I was still feeling the after effects of what had just happened, and I let him put his arm around me. I moved to my side as he held me, his flaccid penis pressing against by ass. "I love you Sam," he whispered in my ear. "That was wonderful." His arm was around me and his hand was holding one of my breasts. I was satisfied and even felt something for this unnamed man. He really did love me, that I could tell, but I didn't know him at all. It didn't seem to matter, the way he talked, the things he had done, it made me feel like I could love him too. We laid together for a few minutes and I decided I wanted some more, so I slowly started moving my groin, grinding my ass against his cock. "What are you... oh..." he said, realizing what I wanted. "I don't know if I can..." he started to say but his manhood sprang to life. It got hard, but I knew it had more to go so I turned around so I could see his handsome face. We started kissing, our dueling tongues working hard. I put a hand on his penis to see how big it had gotten and started stroking it. It got even bigger. After a few more strokes I stopped kissing him and told him to get on his back. When he did, I got on top of him, my pussy hovering over his almost fully erect cock. I teased it, my moist cunt touching his tip, rubbing it and making it get as hard as it could. Once I saw that he was ready, I lowered myself on to him and let his dick slide into me. This made me come. I screamed in out in ecstasy, it felt so good having him inside me, and I moved myself up and down on top of him. His hard cock went in and out, his hands moved along my legs and he even played with my clit. I licked my fingers and stroked my nipples, squeezing my breasts and keeping them from bouncing too much as we fucked. As I came again I had to put my hands behind me to seep from falling back, as arched my back and called out to him again. He seemed to really enjoy me like this, like he hadn't ever this body before. Maybe he hadn't, I wasn't there, but he was doing it now. As I was leaning back he sat up and grabbed my, pulling me close. He was able to suck my nipples now, and he did a good job. I rode him as he played with my breasts, making me come yet again. "I love being a woman," I didn't mean to say that out loud. "I love you too" he said. He must have misheard me. "Oh, I'm almost there!" I could feel him climax inside me, though the warmness of his seed was lacking I managed to join him in orgasm. "I do love you" I said as I came, I never wanted this to end. Unfortunately it did need to end, and he needed to get back to work. Once he came, we just laid there for a while, me on top of him and his penis shrinking inside of me. When he finally took it out I almost came again, but not quite. He washed up and got dressed again, I stayed in bed, awash in post sex satisfaction. When he was ready to leave I got a kiss and he headed off to work. I knew I should get up and clean off but I wasn't ready to yet. The sheets should be washed too, I'd have to find the laundry room. It didn't matter, I would get too it. For now I was going to lay there and enjoy what appeared to my my new life.