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Chapter 1 Steve had heard that ketamine was a dissociative drug, but he hadn't expected it to be anything like this. "Whoa..." he said... or thought? It was hard to tell. Certainly, his lips didn't move. He could tell, because he found himself floating above his body, looking down at his slumbering form. "Weird. I wonder if I can..." Steve tried to move, tilting his perspective... and his vantage point glided across the room. A grin slowly spread across his face. It was like the best kind of flying dream. With an exultant whoop, he tried to go higher... and found himself floating up through the ceiling, now looking down on the roof of his house. He heart leapt into his throat, as he flailed in mid air. Okay, an out of body experience was one thing, but right now he had to be frankly hallucinating. He could see cars going down the street... or could he just hear them, and his slumbering mind was filling in the blanks? He didn't think he was dreaming. Dreaming people don't think "am I dreaming?" for a start. Well, whatever this was, he should enjoy it while he could. Getting his bearings, he did a lazy spiral over the neighbourhood. If he could go up through ceils... he must be able to get into houses, right? Would people see him? One way to find out... He drifted over the street, not even realising he was making a beeline to her house until he was through the wall, hovering over her bed. She looked good lying there, long lashed lids closed peacefully. He wondered if he could touch her, or if he'd go through her like he had the solid building. He reached his hand out... And opened his eyes. Sudden disorientation hit him. He was warm in bed, but the sheets didn't feel like his. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking to the left. And where was his alarm clock? A power cut? A snore from behind startled him, when he realised he wasn't alone in the bed. A warm bulk lay behind him, and arm cupping his right breast. Wait a second, breast? He sat bolt upright, hands on his... her? Chest. Sheer fabric splayed against full, d-cup breasts, the nipples hardening, protruding rubberly against the palms of his hands. In the next instant, his hand flew to his hair. The short, low maintenance crop was nowhere to be found, his fingers instead tangled in a mane of soft, fluffy locks. "What's the matter, babe?" a sleepy masculine voice sounded beneath him. He felt a hand trail up his spine, calloused fingers running over the silky fabric at the back of his nighty. His fingers delved into the little furrows where the ridges protruded, accentuating her slender build. "Nothing!" he tried to say. The sound came out like a strangled yelp. He cleared her throat with a delicate hurumph. "Nothing," he managed, more normally. His voice sounded weird in his ears, a full octave higher than the thrum he'd grown up with. He had to face the evidence of his own hands, or his own ears. However he'd done it, dream or reality, right here and right now he... was a she. She half turned, looking down at the man. He was lying in bed with no shirt on. His chest was defined by pecs you could probably calibrate a set square on, with deltoids to match. She'd never looked at a man in 'that way' before, but something about his chiselled physique... she became aware at a sudden slickness between her legs, even as her gaze trailed down his body. The sheet covered him from the abs down, and she felt a twinge of disappointment. She heard a chuckle, and her gaze was wrenched up, to see him watching her expression. She blushed crimson. "What, you haven't had enough, naughty girl? Jeeze, you're insatiable!" He reached out, and scooped her in his arms, squashing her slight frame against his. She could feel his heart thudding in his chest as he lay her down, his frame dwarfing hers. She was aware of the smell of him, a musk that might have put her in the mind of the locker rooms he'd used to change in, but which was pushing something much more primal in the back of her skull now. He leaned in, his stubble harsh against her chin... and they kissed. Lips locked, the slippery pad of her tongue sliding up and down his. Common sense screamed behind her eyes. What are you doing? You're not gay! No, but... who knew when this dream would end. And could he pass up the chance to see what sex was like from the girl's side? And he was so hot, she could... ahn! She felt his bulge between her legs. He was wearing briefs, grinding against her, pushing her panties into the pouting pink slit of her delved cameltoe. She let out a little peep, groaning against his ear, her neck arching. "Oh, you like that, huh?" One hand rose to her breasts, fingers sinking into yielding flesh. His other hand slid between her legs. She didn't even want to tell him to stop. She felt a fluttering deep inside as his fingers tickled her flanks, outlining her taut abdomen as he slid his hands up her tummy. He pressed into her skin firmly, letting his hand drift down. He pushed into her panties, trailing over a fine tuft of pubic hair, and... up inside her. His eyes rose, as two fingers sank to the second digit. "Wow, you are fucking sopping girl... It must have been a while before me, huh?" A look of confusion flashed across her face. He wasn't her boyfriend? God, he must be a one night stand. What was his name? For that matter, what was her... hnnn! Her train of though derailed as he slid another finger into her. Nudging her panties to one side, he curled a hand around the base of her back, bracing her. He started to piston his fingers in and out, her pussy lips flaring and delving inside her as he did. His thumb found the little button of her clit, and frigged side to side, pushing her hood up. "Ohmygod... ohmygod!" He grabbed her jaw with his fingers, and slid his thumb into her mouth. "Suck," he commanded, bluntly. Her dark eyes found his, cheeks drawing in as she obeyed. She lashed her tongue along the digit, tasting herself on him. He reached down with his other hand, angling his cock up and down her slit, teasing the length of her opening. He paused for a moment, looking off into the distance... and sighed. "Sorry babe, gimme a moment." He pulled his hand out of her mouth, breaking the suction with a wet smacking sound, and rolled off her. She blinked in surprise, her heart sinking, feeling a sudden sense of loss, of pleasure interrupted. He reached into his jeans, and pulled out a shiny golden packet. He hummed to himself as he rolled the rubber down over his manhood, flashing her a wink. "No offense babe, but you've gotta be careful right? Specially when I'm with a girl who'd lay a guy like me." Her jaw fell open. What kind of guy would say that? He laughed it off, holding the side of her face for a moment. "Come-on girl, don't look at me like that... hell, let's get you not looking at me full stop..." He grasped her shoulder, flipping her onto her tummy. Her vision went dark, her face full of pillow. It was for the best. Big hands rested on the small of her back, pushing her into the mattress as he used his legs to shuffle her knees together. She felt the rubber slide between her legs, nudging against her pussy... before he thrust. She yelped into the pillow, groaning loudly and deeply, the engulfing fabric muffling her moan. She felt her pussy resist for a second, the grippy plastic pushing her lips up inside herself, before his cock found her slippery, soaking tunnel. He sank to the hilt, springy pubic hair squashing against her butt cheeks. He paused for a moment deep inside her, before pulling out slowly... and driving his shaft back up inside her, hard, grunting with the effort. "Ung!" She exhaled into the pillow again, clenching it in both hands now. He pulled out again, giving a couple more solid thrusts, before finding his rhythm, his cock now well lubricated with her arousal. The bedsprings creaked as he bounced on top of her, driving his shaft in and out of her sopping pussy. She could feel him throbbing, could feel him butting her cervix as he sank to his depth. So wet he slid in almost unimpeded, his cock gliding in and out of her hole like a well-oiled piston. She felt a stirring deep in her belly, tenuous and fragile, and didn't dare move in case she squashed the burgeoning ecstasy. He stopped for a moment, and she found herself looking over her shoulder, forlorn, like a wounded puppy. "Don't stop!" she gasped, breathlessly. He grinned back at her. "Just getting a better angle..." He reached up, and slid both arms up under her armpits, Grasping her shoulders, he braced her... and drove up into her so hard she almost bit her tongue. "FUCK!" The exclamation was driven from her lips. She looked back over her shoulder at him, cheeks flushing, eyes locked on his as he rutted. "That's it... that's it girl... fuck, you're so tight like this, take it take it all...oh, FUCK!" She felt him thrust forward with his hips, tensing. She could feel him twitching, his cock spasming deep inside her, expanding... and throbbing. "Ah!" The animalistic sounds he made matched his screwed up facial expression. God, did he look like that when he came? The thought made her giggle. He relaxed, a look of beatific ecstasy passing across his face as he grinned broadly. He reached down, grasping the base of the condom as he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and unsatisfied. She couldn't help but look down, seeing the reservoir full. She'd made him do that? He slid the thing off, knotted it, and bundled it up in a tissue... before falling on his back. "That was something else, babe..." Her mouth opened and closed, stunned. That tenuous feeling vanished, left to whither on the vine. Was he really going to leave her un... "Well, g'night doll." He rolled over... and was soon snoring. She looked at his back for a while... before finally getting a handle on the situation. So she hadn't gotten to cum as a woman. So what? She had more important things on her mind. Like waking up, for one thing. This couldn't really be real, could it? There was only one way to be sure: She needed to see her real body, to wake it up, if possible. She'd read that if you work up a sleep walker, their eyes fell out. Well, it was risk she was willing to take. She got up, and went to the wardrobe. Putting on a cardigan, she ventured out into the house proper. Walking past an open door, she startled on passing another girl in the house. Doing a double take, the girl also wheeled to peer at him. At her. He barked in laughter, realisation hitting with a burst of self-deprecation. It wasn't a doorway, it was the hallway mirror. Who had he expected to see? Himself? He leaned forward, his reflection following suit. The girl in the mirror touched her face, and he felt the smooth, warm skin beneath his fingertips. A shock of fluffy brunette hair cascaded down past his shoulders, framing a cute young face that seemed too big for her body. Big brown eyes blinked lazily beneath thick eyebrows. Her nose was a little wide, perched above full, dimpled duck lips. No wrinkles, it was hard to guess her age. She'd still be getting ID'd at the liquor store for a while, at any rate. Well, not quite no wrinkles... She leaned in for a closer look, seeing the fine lines running just beneath her eyes. Here was a girl who smiled a lot. She was cute, really cute. At the same time, she had a vacant, chirpy look about her. She looked like a girl that would find it easy to get a date, but hard to be taken seriously. All the more reason to get back into his own body, ASAP. Front door, front door... She opened a door at random, and found herself in the longue. A left turn took her to the kitchen. Wrong way... She took another step forward, and all of a sudden, she became aware of a sudden, searing jolt, like someone had grabbed the base of her spinal cord and yanked. The screech of brakes sounded from behind her, from outside. From the direction of her... oh Christ, of his, house. Getting her baring's, she ran back through the lounge, bare feet pattering across the carpet, yanking open the front door... and saw it. In the middle of the road, a crumpled shape in familiar flannel pyjamas was bent at an unnatural angle, hit hard enough to dent the fender of the now stopped car. She caught the eyes of the driver, looking at her horrified. "He just walked in front of me! With no warning! I swear, I don't even think his eyes were open!" She dashed out onto the road. His face was losing colour, and he didn't seem to be moving. His eyes were open. Was he dead? No one whose neck was at 90 degrees to their shoulders could possibly be alive. With a quaking hand she took his pulse. After the longest wait... nothing. She stood slowly, backing away from her old body in horror, a million thoughts battling for prominence. She was dead? Well, clearly not, as it seemed unlikely that the dead would have the presence of mind to even formulate the question. But... oh Christ, when was she going to wake up? Could she ever get out of this body? If not, what would happen to her old life? The next hour passed in a blur. The ambulance arrived, and zipped up the cooling body. A police cruiser pulled up. One interviewed the driver, another locked up the house, pocketing a key he'd found on the kitchen bench. Everything she owned was in that house. She knew where the spare key was... but who would believe she wasn't robbing the place? You know what... she thought. This can wait until tomorrow. When I wake up, and none of this craziness has really happened. She retreated back inside, walking under the engulfing arm of her erstwhile lover. She fell asleep in his arms to the vibrations of gentle snoring. If she'd thought the morning would put things right, she was in for an unpleasant surprise... Chapter 2. Steve's eyes fluttered open, blearily. He had a sudden sense of disorientation, like when you wake up in a hotel. He cast his gaze to the side... where was his cellphone? Why was the window on the wrong side? He emerged into full consciousness with a gasp, the evens of the previous night flooding back to him. His hands slammed into his chest, finding the prodigous mounds of his... of her breasts. She scrambled her fingers next to the bed, groping for the switch to the bed side light. The room lit up. She looked for her companion... but there was no one else in the bed. She noticed a note scrawled on the back of an envelope on the nightstand. "Thanks for the night Sally." Sally? So that was her name. "I had to head off to work, you looked so peaceful couldn't wake you. Call me." Below, was jotted a phone number. He hadn't even stayed for breakfast? She wasn't sure why, but she felt suddenly cheap. Call him? Unlikely. She clambered out of bed, feeling a little unsteady on her feet. The weighting was all wrong, and these hips! The fulcrum was all off centre, making them sway side to side when she rested her weight on them. Hopefully, he wouldn't be in this body long enough to get used to the weird feeling. If she'd managed to shift once, she could do it again, right? All she needed, it seemed, was the ketamine. Her head jerked up with sudden realisation. The ketamine! It was next door. The police had locked the house up the night before, but before long the landlord, or his family would arrive, and the stuff would be out of her grasp. She had to act quickly. First things first, clothes. She reached down, pulling the sheer nighty off over her head. The stretchy fabric clung to her face for a moment, the hem catching on her tits. She jerked the thing up, lifting her full, D cup breasts... before they finally worked their way free, shuddering down, the flesh rippling as gravity took hold. She turned to the dresser, on the hunt for clothes, and caught her reflection in the mirror. Her hand went to her mouth, and the girls reflection mirrored his movement. Jesus Christ, she was gorgeous. When he'd seen her from above the night before it had been dark. Now, in the well lit room, she could see every curve, every subtle line of her delicate form. His breasts seemed to defy gravity. Big, yet pert. How old could she be for them not to succumb to gravity? Big pink nipples jutted out like the tips of her pinky fingers, flaring to dark areola. Things tapered to a narrow waist, almost childishly so. She could see the taut outline of her abdominal muscles, a little crescent navel perched in the centre. From there, her hips flared. What was that... tilting side on and looking closely, she could see diagonal lines arcing across her hips, like puberty had hit the girl hard, expanding her pelvis quicker than her skin could keep up. Her pussy was... Sally looked up, cheeks burning. For some reason, she didn't feel like she could perve on this girl who Steve didn't know. Looking into her eyes, though... a million fantasies passed flashed through the male part of his brain. The things he would do this girl... He imagined her done up in ludicrous pigtails jutting out from either side of her head, alternating licks between an oversized lollypop and an oversized cock, batting eyelids that had been a bit overenthusiastically made up with baby-blue eyeliner. He imagined her kneeling in front of him, looking back over her shoulder, making little simpering expressions as she posed face down ass up... and then, his perspective altered. She pictured herself looking back over her shoulder, feeling firm hands slap into place, grasping each hip, bracing and pushing... She shook her head. No. No time to day dream. Getting back to the task at hand, she dressed herself. She stepped into a pair of panties. The sensible cut boy shorts splayed across her rump, the horizontal peach and lime green stripes making an already hourglass figure look even more curvaceous. She struggled into a bra, twisting this way and that. Finally, she realised she could do it up in front of her, before spinning it the right way round. She was pleased to pull off the task without dislocating her shoulders. She wiggled into tight blue jeans. She had to jump as she jerked them up the last inch. She couldn't be more than a size 4, why on earth had the girl bought a size two? She grabbed the first top that came to hand, wiggling it down over her head. The thing terminated at her waist, leaving a broad swath of her slender tummy bare. The plunging neckline revealed a full cleavage, although with tits like she had, anything shy of a turtleneck or jumper would probably have the same effect. She rolled white socks up her dainty feet, before slipping them into snug sneakers. Suitably attired, she took a look at herself. A good brushing wouldn't go astray to tame the brunette tangles that had matted up overnight. Her eyes were slightly almond shaped, still painted with a faint smudge of day old eyeliner. She tried to purse her lips, and her rosy cheeks dimpled into a cute expression that hinted endless mischief. Whoever this girl was, she must have been a firecracker. She ran a five fingered comb through her hair, took a deep breath... and left the room. The other doors were shut, it didn't seem like anyone else was up. Surely she had flatmates, a girl her age didn't seem old enough to own her own place. She made her way across the road, padding up a path to his house that he could have walked blindfolded. Kneeling, she overturned a rock which looked much like any other rock in the garden. This one, however, had a key beneath it. Moments later she was in the house, having the eerie feeling of being an intruder on her own property. Focus. First things first, the ketamine. She went into his longue, knowing that the pill bottle would be on the coffee table, where he'd been when he first took them. So sure was she that she'd know where they were, that their absence didn't register at first. Was she looking in the wrong place? No... no, she was sure they were here. They weren't on the kitchen table, or in his room either. Where were they? Had the police taken them? Either to secure the controlled substance, or as evidence... or as a perk of the job? Whatever the case, the noxious little pills were nowhere to be found. She took a deep breath, and calmed herself down. No big deal. There would be other ways to get a hold of them. She just needed to keep herself together. To get anything done, she'd need money. Well, all of her life savings were in her bank account. How could she get to them, though? She knew her passwords and bank account number, but where on earth would she transfer the cash too? She could have withdrawn it from an ATM, but her wallet had gone with the cops the night before. There had to be some way... Her train of thought was interrupted by the quiet but unmistakable snicker of a key clinking through a keyhole. She froze, like a possum caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Her house only had one way in or out. Should she try a window? How suspicious would that look, climbing out the window of the house of a man who'd died the night before. What other excuse could she have for being here. She groped for a plausible explanation, even as the door swung open. "Raymond?" The words escaped her mouth at the sight of him. She didn't know who was more surprised, him, or her. Raymond had been Steve's best friend since they were in highschool. They'd done everything together. But he was meant to be two states over, how was he here now? His brow furrowed, surprise soon giving way to suspicion. "Yeah... yeah, that's me. Who are you? What are you doing here?" There was no politeness to his tone. Steve's mind raced. Who was he, again? That's right. "I'm Sally." Why was she here? She didn't think that the truth would go down too smoothly. Inspiration struck. "I am... I was... Steve's girlfriend." Raymond's expression held for a moment. "Steve never told me he had a..." then, he realised how thoughtless that would sound. "Oh my god... Oh, Sally... Steve... Steve never mentioned you..." The silence hung between them awkwardly for a moment. He looked her in the eyes, his expression softening with empathy. That face she'd seen so many times, that she knew as well as she knew the features of the stiff now cooling in the morgue. "I'm so sorry. Here." He crossed the kitchen he'd been in a thousand times, reaching to the highest shelf where the liquor lived. "I think a splash of this will help us both feel better..." Half an hour later, her backstory was in place. She knew enough about Sally's life to make the stories mesh. They hadn't been dating long, a month. They'd met each other on the street, he'd asked her out, and things had gone from there. She kept the conversation as vague as she could when it was on her, preferring to talk in depth about Steve. That, at least, was something she knew a lot about. It wasn't long before Raymond was totally convinced that Sally and Steve had been an item. How else could she possibly know him so well? Hell, she'd even picked up some of his mannerisms! Suddenly, the conversation shifted. "God... what are we going to tell his parents? Have you met them?" For the first time in a long time she felt a lump lodge in her throat. Trying to talk only made it bigger, throbbing in the middle of her neck. She couldn't help it. It wasn't the loss of her old meat that upset her, she'd never really had a problem with the thought of being dead. After all, the universe had coped perfectly well for the 13 odd billion years before Steve had graced it with his presence. It was how her family would take it. The thought of her folks being upset broke her heart. A knot formed in her chest, clenching, tears welling to her eyes unbidden. "Shhh, shhhhh, it's okay..." Raymond closed the gap between them in a heartbeat. He leaned forward, wrapping strong arms around her narrow shoulders. She buried her face into the nape of his neck, her fluffy hair tickling beneath his chin. Her shoulders heaved, shuddering as she took deep breaths, hyperventilating in one last ditch effort to hold the dyke. "Shhhh... it's okay... it's okay, let it all out..." As if given permission, she did. She sobbed, letting the pent up emotion of the past 24 hours out. Droplets streamed down her cheeks, her eyes welling with tears, emotion flooding out of her as she gave into the soothing embrace of her best friend. He ran his hand up and down the small of her back, comforting her awkwardly with little noises. "There there... it's okay... I know, it's been so sudden..." Finally, she sniffled, smiling weakly as she broke the embrace. "Thanks, I... it's just hit hard, you know?" That, at least, was true. He smiled warmly at her. "You're a mess!" He Holding her shoulder with one hand, he reached out, grasping her cheek, wiping a tear away with his thumb. It came away smudged with running mascara, breaking the dirty rivers trickling down her cheeks. He left his hand there, looking into her sparkling eyes. Her lips looked soft, and inviting. God she'd felt good in his arms. Steve wouldn't mind, right? He'd been nothing if not practical. "Steve wouldn't want you to cry. He'd want you to be happy, right?" He rubbed her blemish free face gently. God she was smooth. Were her pupils dilating? Sally's mind was in chaos. The longer his hand stayed there, the faster Sally's heart beat. She swallowed heavily. She couldn't believe what she was thinking. Her best friend? But he'd been so swell, and cared for her... or the he she'd used to be, at least, so much. Suddenly, she became aware that he was standing awkwardly. Hunched forward, like he was trying to... oh, to conceal a hard on. Despite the situation, having a hot young thing bundled up in his arms was pushing all the buttons on his friends skull. And why wouldn't it? She'd barely been able to keep her eyes off herself when she looked at herself in the mirror. The effect she must be having on him... was just a fraction of what it could be. How would it feel to have her lips sliding up and down his shaft, to have her slapping his cock against her cheeks? Steve and Raymond had been a team, in it together for the long run. There was nothing that they wouldn't do for each other. And now, Steven found himself in a position to do things for Raymond that he'd probably only imagined in his wildest dreams... Their faces got closer, the conversation faltering, but neither making a move to look away... and then they were kissing. She let out a little grunt from her nose, stimulation suffusing her plush lips. He slide a hand around the base of her back, feeling the lightness of her as he pulled her in close, the both of them feeling his arousal between them. She broke the kiss, holding onto him by the shoulders. God, if she didn't say something now, she might change her mind... and she didn't want to change her mind. "Let's go to m... let's go to the bedroom." She'd almost called it 'her' bedroom, catching the slip just in time. Steve had always dreamed of having a girl like Sally in his bed. Heck, he'd always dreamed of getting inside the gorgeous girl in his bed. Maybe not quite like this, though... They lay next to each other, his hand possessively on her hip, her arm behind the crook of his neck. As a guy or a girl, Sally was learning, kissing was nice. Really, really nice. They explored each other's mouths, lips locking, trailing tongues along the probing muscles. She felt his erection pushing against her side, solid proof of his arousal. At least kissing a guy, she thought, you know if you're doing a good job. Kissing gave way to petting. Crouching before Raymond on the bed, she tried to make him feel good with her hand. It felt... totally unnatural. Having been a guy, she figured she'd just know how to do it... but the angle was all wrong. "Just a sec..." She spun around so that she was sitting beside him, and reached forward for his shaft. Her arm passed across her torso, squashing her breasts, making the nipple bulge lewdly even as it accentuated her deep, full cleavage. That was better... She gripped his cock from a more accustomed angle, and started stroking him up and down, keeping a steady rhythm, holding firmly and tugging quickly up and down. His hips bucked, and he grunted. "Wow. Fuck girl, you know what you're doing." She grinned, humourlessly. If he only knew... She shuffled closer towards him, her slight body warm and yielding against his side. She slid her bare foot up and down his leg, and started whipsering in his ear, her breath hot against his cheek. "Mmmm, you like that? You like the way I stroke your cock?" She felt him twitch, getting even harder in her hands. Her grip passed over the tip of his cock, and she felt pre-cum stain her hand, letting it slide down his shaft more easily. She reached over, gently placing her palm over his scrotum, cupping them, giving a priming squeeze. "Yeah..." He murmued. "Don't stop. You're good at that, babe." "Thanks!" It was nice to get a compliment, whatever the situation. It was nice to know that all that practice he'd done alone hadn't been entirely time wasted, after all. Steve had always loved it when a girl talked dirty, and thought she knew what he'd like to hear. "Mmmm, god you feel big in my hand. Do you like it? Do you like having a little girl stroking your shaft, milking the cum out of those big balls of yours? You want to erupt all over my dainty hand, I'll make you feel so good for me...". She changed her position again, kneeling over him. Leaning forward, the fabric of her top fell away from her chest, and he openly ogled down the puppies snuggling in her bra cups. He reached down, sliding a hand down the neckline of her top, fingers sliding between soft bra cups and smooth breasts. Work calloused hands raspined against her hardening nipple. "Oh god... oh god, don't stop talking. What are you gonna do with the jizz after I cum." He reached up with his other hand, trailing fingers up her inner thigh. He pressed the web of his hand firmly against her groin, his thumb going up between her butt cheeks, holding her in place, clumsily massaging her through the thick fabric. Sally's eyes widened a little in surprise, then broke into a grin. She kept up the act. "Mmmmm, I'm going to let it pool in my palm, then I'm going to lean by head back and tilt my hand, letting the cum well up into a big droplet that drip into my mouth. I'm gonna let it sit there, coating my tongue... then I'll swallow, and let it glom all down into my throat..." "Oh, fuck!" The mental image was too much for him. Sally looked down curiously as she pumped, his hips bucking as the white substance spurted once, arcing up and onto the bed... then pumped more slowly, coating the side of her hand. "Mmmmm, you needed that, huh..." She leaned in, planting a dainty kiss on his cheek. She lifted her hand distastefully. Cum glistened on her skin. When she parted her fingers, it webbed between the bases of the digits. Well, this part she was used to. She reached for the tissues, habitually... "What are you doing?" Ray interupted. "Cleaning up?" Sally replied, innocently. "Not like that. Do it like you promised." He didn't sound threatening, just... insistent. She looked at the gooey mess on her hand, and blanched. She'd never tasted the stuff before... not even her own, not even out of curiousity. "What, are you gonna welch?" It had always gotten Steve's goat when he'd said that. Accusing of backing out of things. Ray had gotten Steve to go on with things he'd never wanted to do... often for the better. Lots of good stories had taken that little cajoling jibe to inspire bravery. She narrowed her eyes... and stuck out her tongue. "No. If you insist, you insufferable perv..." She lifted her hand to her mouth, and extended her tongue, starting at the snuff box at the base of her thumb. She lapped languidly up the digit, scooping the stuff up on the furrow of her tongue. The salty, gritty flavour suffused her mouth, making her lower lip protrude in revulsion... before a shudder passed her body, knowing how sexy this must look. She swallowed, and went back to cleaning her hands, lapping like a kitten, delving her tongue between the webbing at the base of her fingers, leaving her hand glistening with her own saliva. "Show me." He half ordered, half pleased. She opened her mouth, showing him the gelatinous mess sitting at the base of her mouth. "Good girl. Now swallow." She did, closing her mouth. It took her a while to get the reflex going, trying not to gag at the thought more than the taste... before getting it down. "There's a good girl..." He stroked his hand through her hair, and she rankled a little at the patronisation. She couldn't help but feel like a pet being rewarded after doing a particularly good trick. She had done a really sexy job, though, she was sure of it. She curled up next to him, feeling warm and safe. As a guy, she'd always felt that her friend could do with showering a bit more, but now he... well, he smelt good. He twirled a strand of hair idly, looking at the ceiling, and sighed. Then, he stiffened up, the reality of their situation striking home. She could guess what he was thinking, and hastened to reassure him. After all, there wasn't much point grieving someone who was right there next to you. "It's okay. People... people act a bit funny when they're grieving, you know? Who's to say what's normal. It's... it's just so messed up, you know?" "Hmmm." He sounded non-committal. They'd both taken a break from reality. Now, with the euphoria of their encounter fading, an awkward silence descended between them. "Well..." Ray said, shuffling away from her. "I guess... I guess I should get on with what I came here for. Did Steve ever mention what he'd have wanted done with any of his stuff?" Of course, she knew exactly what Steve would want done with all his stuff. He'd want to keep using it, even if from Sally's body! Then, inspiration struck. "Umm, he did mention he's got a will somewhere. I think he might have left it at his work? I can pop around and get it tomorrow..." Steve didn't have a will, of course. He was pretty confident that he could forge his own signature, though. Saying it was at work gave her some time to write the thing. She silently cursed herself. Why had she made up a place that would be so hard to plant the will? She could 'forge' the signature easy enough, but making it look like the thing had always been there would be a challenge. Ray regarded the pretty young woman's face earnestly, resisting the temptation to let his gaze flick down to her full cleavage. Steve sure was a lucky guy... well, until the car hit him, obviously. "Great, I'm sure his folks would appreciate some clarity. Have you ever met them?" Sally shook her head. "No... no, we hadn't been together long. I don't know if they even knew about me." Ray nodded, understanding. "Okay. Well, you'll meet them... I mean, when we put Steve..." He was talkinga bout the funeral. Sally grit her teeth. Attending her own funeral? Over her dead body. "I don't think..." She let her jaw quiver, feeling able to turn on the waterworks much easier than she could have 2 days ago." I don't know if I could..." He put a hand on her shoulder, understanding. "That's okay, I understand. Well, if you can't make the funeral, there's always the wake. It's a bit more chilled, and I'ms sure Steve's friends would love to meet you. I'll come back here tomorrow when you've got the will, and we'll sort through his stuff. Can I give you a ride?" The image flashed into Sally's mind unbidden. Ray lying on his back, naked, broad chest bare. Her straddling him, face screwed up in rapture, taut stomach rippling as she ground against him, his hands on her hips to pull her hard down on his throbbing cock. She banished the image with a shake of her head. How horny was this girl? Or was his male libido to blame... "No, that's fine, thanks. I just live across the road." Ray took it on board, and nodded. "Okay. Well... again... I'm sorry for your loss. I'll cya tomorrow." "Bye..." Sally watched him depart, only aware when the door closed that her gaze had been resting on his arse. Get it together, man! She strode into the office, and booted up his computer. Writing the posthumous will would be easy. Planting it in Steve's old desk would take some work... Chapter 3. Back in 'her' apartment, she had time to take stock. Who's life was she leading now, anyway? A quick circuit of the apartment confirmed what she already knew. One bedroom, an open plan lounge/kitchen, a bathroom, and an office. All of them a bit of a mess. It looked like she was the only one who lived here... So how did she afford the place? A trust fund kid, maybe? She'd need to sort that out ASAP, before any nasty surprises left her kicked to the kerb before she had her affiars in order. She deposited the freshly printed will in the office, and saw a black rectangle. A cellphone. Jackpot. She crossed her fingers, and swiped the screen left, and got lucky. This bodies previous inhabitant had neglected to put on a password. She read a few of the recent messages, her eyebrows rising as she saw some of the messages from a person by the name of 'SD'. And some of the pictures he'd sent. She put her hand over her mouth. Okay, so... he had to be the boyfriend, then. Presumably, Mr. SD didn't know that Sally had other visitors when he wasn't around. She put the phone down gingerly. There was time for that later. Now that she knew where it was, she could relax a bit. Who knew how long it had been since she'd had a shower? She made her way to the bathroom, peeling off her slept in clothes. Dialling up the water temperature to hot, she jumped under the steaming nozzle, shivering in satisfaction as the broiling steam engulfed her. As a guy or as a girl, you couldn't beat a shower so hot you could barely stand it. She directed her face towards the blasting jets. Water pelted her face, washing away yesterdays smudged makeup. Heavy droplets splattered against her full, milky white cleavage, droplets welling and plunking off vivid pink nipples. She ran her hands between her legs, feeling the fine fuzz of two day stubble. A shiver ripple down her spine as she inadvertently brushed the sensitive little nub of her clit. No. Shower first, she had plenty of time to explore. Probably. She suddsed her hands up, running her fingers over her smooth skin, up along the downy surface of supple inner thighs. Face and shoulders followed, before she shampooed her voluminous hair. Christ, the stuff just kept going! She extended her arms above her head, breasts presenting perkily as she scrubbed at shaved armpits, before her hands strayed back between her legs. Well... maybe she could be a little distracted. Her will giving way, she sat on the shower floor, her feet together, knees akimbo. She tensed her abdomen as she looked down over her slender stomach, two fingers finding the sensitive nub again. "Ahn..." she let out an inadvertent little gasp, feeling the thing engorge under her unpractised touch. What if she... she used her other hand, sliding an index finger up inside herself, shuddering at the sensation of being penetrated. In and out, she felt herself from the inside, frigging her clit faster and faster, eyelids half closing as she gave into temptation... And stopped with a jerk, a loud slam resonating in her ears. Was that the front door? She snatched her hand away, turning off the shower. A languid leg extended from the shower, padding nude across the tiles. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. She didn't have time to dry the sodden strands, her brunette hair plastered to her face and back. No time to get dressed... She wrapped a big, fluffy towel around herself, tucking the fabric in just beneath her shaved armpit. D cup breasts did a good job of holding the thing in place, although the fabric only hung a few inches past the rounded cleft of her protruding bubble butt. She ventured out of the bathroom, and stopped short, face to face with man who looked old enough to be her father. "Sally, Sally. What's this?" He shook his head, his face a study in profound disappointment. "We've got a pretty simple arrangement, I thought. I pay the rent and power, and, in return, you make yourself presentable when I come to visit." He stepped forward, towering over her. He looked to be in his late 40's, close cropped hair retreating up his forehead. A light blue dress shirt strained to contain a muscular chest at the top, and a growing paunch at the bottom. He wore khaki shorts, plastic sandals. However presentable he expected her to be, it was clear that he didn't hold himself to the same standards. He appraised her, the tight pinch of his mouth making it clear he wasn't happy with what he saw. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his arms. Meaty hands found each toned butt cheek, nudging up the towel that just barely stretched past her pert rump anyway. He squeezed, spreading her cheeks. She felt her pussy peel apart with an almost audible thwick, slick from her ministrations earlier. "Well, at least you're keeping in shape, her murmured, begrudgingly. He made her squeel when he gripped her shoulder, roughly spinning her round. His arms came back down, one curling around her clavicle, constricting her torso, his forearm making her breasts bulge against the towel. The other delved between her legs, exploring, running his fingers through the tuft of pubic hair. "But your grooming's gotten shoddy. Really, Sally, I don't ask for much..." Sally stood mouth opening and closing, lost for words. Did this girl put up with this kind of treatment from this jerk? More to the point... would she? She was propelled forward by a stiff slap to her rear end, tottering towards her room. "Get in there, put on something more appropriate, do your fucking makeup, and get back out here. I'm getting a drink. You've got 10 minutes." Back in her room, she had a chance to breath. Okay, well... that explained the nice apartment, at least. He was a... Sugar Daddy? She hadn't thought that that actually happened in the real world. And, he was paying the bills. That most assuredly did not sit well with her. But, on the other hand... what would happen if she didn't go along with him? She'd be out on the street? That would be a problem... everyone who knew Steve didn't know Sally, and everyone Sally knew was a stranger to Steve. Maybe it was... She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing a stranger look back at her, dishevelled and confused. Maybe it was best to roll with things. Just this once. After she had her bearings, after she had a plan b... well, see how things went then. But surely that was making her as bad at making decisions as Sally had been to get into this arrangement in the first place. Well, no. There was the difference. Steve wouldn't have gotten himself in this kind of bind. Now that that was the choice... go out there with a smile, or get tossed onto the street... well, you played the hand you were dealt, right? She got back to the task at hand. What had he wanted? Make-up. Make up, make up... she rummaged around in the vanity, finding a loaded make up tray. Now, how did this work? Blusher she could figure out, although her cheeks were glowing at the end. Too much. How did she take the stuff off? Ugh, no time to start over. She applied eye liner, feeling like she'd mucked it up. Well, a little more to fix that edge... Nope, now they weren't symmetrical. A little more on that side... And then, it was too late. She looked... well, she looked a mess. She looked like a kid had tried to put on makeup for the first time, which wasn't far from the truth. She'd never convince him that she'd ever put on makeup before, let alone that she was the Sally he thought she was. Unless... if she was going to look like an amateur, she might as well pretend that she'd done it on purpose. She looped a hair tie twice around her wrist, grabbing a hunk of hair and pulling it through the stretchy band. The pigtail protruded ludicrously from the side of her skull, the long hair bobbing every time she moved her head. Rummaging through her wardrobe, she needed to find something that matched. Evening dress, jersey... ah huh. A school... uniform? Outfit? Jeez, how old was Sally, anyway? She pulled on the blouse, dismayed that it would only descend to her midriff. Okay, so either Sally had grown a lot since she'd been in high-school, standards had dropped a lot since he'd been in high school, or this was, as suspected, a costume. By tying it under her breasts in a full bow, she was able to get the thing on at least. Trying to do up the buttons past her heaving breasts was a lost cause. She pulled the pleated skirt over her broad hips, having to wiggle left and right to get the thing past jutting hip bones. Unused to putting on feminine close, it took a coolness between her legs to remind her. "Underwear... underwear, underwear..." She rifled through drawers, piles of fabric greeting her. "These." She pulled out the ones she was most comfortable with, white panties that, after she pulled them on, splayed across the broad flesh of her backside. Well, at least they went with the outfit. Finally she looked at herself in the mirror... and caught her breath. If Steve had come across a picture of this girl on the net, he'd have been hard pressed to click away. Her makeup looked more like face- paint than makeup, a young mans idea of what looked hot on a girl, rather than what looked classy or respectable. The pigtails took a few years off her appearance easy, and it's not like she had them to lose... She looked like every father's worst nightmare, but maybe this... what was he, a Sugar Daddy? Well, she hoped he'd appreciate it. Enough to keep whatever sordid arrangement they had going until she had something more... respectable lined up, at least. She entered the lounge, coming across him sitting on the couch. He looked over his shoulder as she entered, his eyebrows climbing. "Oh, you want to act the part of a little girl? Like you can shirk your responsibilities? Fine, that's how I'll treat you. Get over here." Sitting on the couch, he patted his lap, looking at her meaningfully. She smiled, apprehensively, letting her hips sway as she approached him. Turning away from him, she arched her back, knees together as she protruded her butt to sit on his lap... only for him to grab her round the waist, tossing her the couch. Her pelvis rested across his lap, bum sticking up in the air. "Now, I want you to repeat after me. I will be ready..." His hand came down. "Ah!" Sally gasped, her eyes flaring wide. That really stung. He kept talking in a steady, even tone. "No, not a grunt. I said. 'I will be ready' ". The hand came down again, pinking her other butt cheek. Blood rushed to the surface, outlining fine pink hand prints on plump, ripe skin. "I'll be ready!" she gasped out, breathlessly. It was clearly the way to avoid another spank. "When Daddy comes home..." When what, now? No. She was not saying that. Two days ago she'd been an independent, self-made man. Now this guy was going to make her degrade herselllf "Uhn... ow!" "No, not ow..." He rubbed her butt cheek, massaging it. He squeezed her pert rump, lifting, watching curiously as the taut young flesh sprung back into place. "When Daddy comes home..." The hand rose again. "When Daddy comes home." She said, in a little voice. It made her feel very diminutive, spouting phrases like that. To make matters worse, it seemed like as diminutive as it made her feel, it made him feel like a big man. It certainly made him into a turned on man, if the steadily increasing pressure beneath her lap was any indication, his pants tenting, something digging against her tummy. He massaged her upper thighs, hands squeezing and kneading. As a man, she'd never found her legs to be particularly erotic, but having his calloused paws slowly ascending her thighs... "Good, now..." He turned her over, holding her chin in his engulfing hand. His thumb rubbed her cheek, possessively. "What are you going to be ready to do?" He ran his finger over her plush lips, feeling their softness... before tilting his wrist up. His thumb slid over the slippery pad of her tongue, delving into her mouth. She looked up, forlorn. The symbolism was obvious, she could see where this was going. "To thcuk our ock?" She tried to speak with her mouth full, her throat vibrating through his hand. "That's exactly right." He gave her face a condescending little tap. Her mouth still open, the sound resonated out her cheeks with an almost boing sound. "Aren't you a fast learner? Let's see what you've learned." She hadn?t' been paying attention to his other hand. He'd freed his cock, thick and bulbous, it twitched with every pulsation of his heart. He gripped her pigtails in one hand, grasping her by the back of her head. He reached up, gripping her by the jaw, the tips of his fingers sinking into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. Sally felt like a mouse caught in the gaze of some overbearing predator, tricky to think, to do anything but react. What was with this guy? He was already dominating the poor girl emotionally, and, as was readily apparent, sexually... and he had to hold his physical stature over her as well? Something of this must have come through in her face, eyes flashing, even as his squeezing hand gave her a pouting guppy mouth. He held her like that, her skull locked in place, as he rose off the couch, leaving her kneeling, back arched. He lined up his shaft, and she couldn't help but look down. The thing seemed huge this close up. Her lips held open, the aroma hit her nostirls, just as his cock hit the roof of her mouth. "Good girl..." The guy murmured, almost to himself. He started moving his hips forward and back, sliding his dick over her tongue. Pulling her face off his dick wetly, he clenched his hand on the top of her skull, making her look left. Her mouth still gaping, he fucked her face sideways, cock tenting her cheek out from the inside in lewd bulge. That was exactly what it was, Sally thought. As a guy, she'd received blowjobs before, and had always been grateful. This was nothing like that. This wasn't a blowjob, it was a face fuck Inverted, her eyes were wide and staring. She saw his wire haired balls flop down over and over, draping across her nostrils. God, as a guy, she'd never noticed quite how unappealing the dangling organ was. He grunted, pushing forward. She tried to pull her head in... but there was nowhere to go. Her eyes widened as his cockhead breached the back of her throat. She gagged loudly, her mouth flooding with saliva. She felt him reach up, gripping both of her full tits, long freed from the confines of her blouse. Pink nipples stuck straight up, bulging as he grabbed her chest for leverage. "That's... it!" He rammed harder, her throat distending, eyes floodign with tears as he throat fucked her. "Ughk ughk urrgk!" He slid in and out of her throat, the loud, wet splash of her neck muscles being yanked on and giving, before being pushed back down inside her was loud in the room and lewd in her ears. Her knees were akimbo, one dangling over the backrest, another bracing herself against the arm. She felt him yank her panties aside, and squeeled as he hooked a couple of fingers inside her. Not for her benefit, it seemed... this didn't seem like that kind of romantic encounter. No, he just wanted to get his fingers two knuckles deep in his warm, mewling toy. "That's it? Yes!" His thrusts became more spasmodic, and Sally's mind rebelled, torn between relief that the ordeal would be over... and revulsion at what she saw coming. "Oh, FUCK!" He twitched, unloaded a thick stream of DNA down her throat, sitting heavily on her stomach. He twitched, grunting, pushing again, before bulling slowly out. Saliva and cum welled in her throat, overflowing her fucked out cheeks. Her head inverted, it dripped upwards, cascading over one eye, plastering it shut beneath a glistening paste. She breathed in through her mouth, raggedly, exhaling through her nose. Some of the stuff had dripped over their too, though, a bubble forming, bubble popping on the young woman's face. "Sorry babe, don't wanna get the couch messy, chattel, you know?" He wiped his dick on her clean cheek, leaving it glistening in the fluorescent light of the room. Her jaw chattering, she sniffed in, barely noticing the peculiar composition she was snorting, the consistency not that much different to snot any way. She heard him do up his zipper, then a satisfied sigh. "Well... aside from the wait, you did pretty good, babe." He ran a hand through her hair, stroking the freshly conditioned shimmering locks. "Next time, if you put a little more effort in, maybe I won?t have to do all the work, hmmm?" As she heard his car pull away, she made one resolution. There would not be a next time. If she was stuck in this body, then she was going to live her life on her terms. Not knowing anyone... or at least, having no one know her left her isolated, vulnerable. She didn't just want to get in contact with her old friends, she needed to. But when would she have an excuse? The answer was obvious. She'd have to attend the wake.