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What Just Happened Here? Author's Note: This story came from an idea suggested by a comment on my first body swap story. Tony Johnson stood in front of the mirror and checked himself over one last time before heading to work. He was very aware of how he dressed and looked. Even today, casual Friday, he chose pressed khaki's, a bright yellow polo, and sensible brown loafers. Others came in jeans and some even wore dressy tees, but he preferred to dress up even on dress down days. Besides, you never knew who you might meet during the day. Satisfied he grabbed his keys and hurried out the door of his apartment. He wanted to catch the train that arrived around 7:08 because usually she got on that train a couple stations later. He had been admiring her for a couple weeks now but wasn't sure how to approach her yet. Strangers going up to attractive women on trains usually didn't work out that well. "I'll figure it out soon," he told himself as he swiped the subway card through the slot and the turnstile allowed him entry. He heard the train screech and rumble into the station. "Made it! Must be my lucky day!" * 2 * Toni Johnson stood looking at herself in the mirror in her apartment. She picked a speck of white lint from the almost knee-length black pencil skirt she wore. She examined the way the light green sleeveless blouse set on her and considered changing it. Sleeveless just didn't feel right to her for work but the weather was getting warmer and it felt right otherwise. Besides, other women around the office were wearing things she would never consider: very short skirts, low cut blouses that showed way too much cleavage, or were so translucent that they were almost walking around in just a bra. She examined herself again and decided the blouse would be fine, nothing visible that shouldn't be. She added black pumps with a short heel that she felt she could wear all day. She looked at the clock and knew it was time to catch her train. Purse in hand the door closed behind her she made her way to the platform to wait for her ride to work. Toni stood at the same spot every day waiting for the train. She liked consistency and didn't care for surprises. Once she got into the front car she would cross to the opposite side and look out the windows until the train entered the tunnel that stretched beneath the river. If she paid no attention to anyone else, no unwanted attention should come her way. * 3 * Tony saw the girl enter the car, same spot as always. He had decided to move closer to the front of the car expecting that. Now he was a mere five or six feet away. He had watched her for several days and knew she had a set routine and was glad she was holding to it. He got off the train before she did so he didn't know where she went but he wanted to find out. In his mind he reran the script he was trying to plot out. Twice this week he was moments from trying to say something but couldn't quite work up the nerve and composure to say something as casually as he wanted it to sound. "Hi, I see you on this train every day and wanted to say hi," he thought, no hi and hi, maybe just one hi. "Hello, I've seen you a few times and wondered what station you get off at", ugh no, sounds too stalkerish. The train began its decent toward the tunnel. Once again Tony felt beaten. The noise once underground would make talking very difficult. He took a hesitant step toward the girl and suddenly found himself flying toward her. Fortunately he was quick and got and arm on a support so that most of his weight was deflected away from the girl. But that was the last he remembered, the world went dark. * * * Toni stood at the window and was aware of a young man staring in her direction; he was betrayed by the reflection in the glass. She ran a finger down the front of her blouse and around her skirt making sure everything was in place and nothing exposed. She saw him take a step toward her and braced for whatever was coming. It couldn't be bad with all these other people around. Suddenly she felt herself leaving her feet and felt herself being crushed against the partition. But that was all she had time to register before darkness engulfed her. * 4 * The darkness began to retreat for Toni. She could hear voices at the edge of it. "Toni? Toni Johnson? Can you hear me?" the voice pleaded. Toni tried to speak but hadn't regained the ability to communicate yet. She found she could try and open her eyes but the brightness of the room sent spears of pain deep into her brain. "Close the blinds and the curtains," the voice ordered. "Toni? You're okay, you've been taken good care of. Take your time, just relax and let yourself wake up. You've been asleep a while now." Toni started taking a mental inventory feeling out to all her extremities, she could feel the covers on her feet, the sheet around her hands, could feel what she supposed must be wires going to telemetry equipment. Everything seemed to be in order. She tried to speak again. "How long?" she winced at the deep sound of her voice, her throat felt dry. "Water." "You've been here four days," the voice explained. "There was a terrible accident on the train, no deaths fortunately, but several injured. You were brought here and you've been in a coma since then. You got a pretty bad electric shock but otherwise seem stable, we've been just waiting for you to wake up." Toni felt a straw touch her lips and she opened her mouth to accept it. She sucked the cool liquid into her mouth. "Easy," the voice admonished her. She stopped and let some of the liquid sit in her mouth before swallowing it down. "Now, we've dimmed the lights, try and open your eyes again." Toni tried to relax the muscles in her face. She blinked them quickly and caught sight of only a blur. But the pain was slight, so her eyes opened again, a little at a time. "Very good," the voice came again. "How's your vision?" "Blurry," she winced again at the voice that came from her throat. She blinked several times and the blur started to clear. "It seems to be getting better." "Good, try not to rub them though, OK?" she could now make out the form of the nurse standing beside the bed, not enough to recognize her face, but to know her rough appearance. "How am I?" she asked. "Well, you're bruised up pretty good but not too bad, you have a badly burned left arm, an electrical burn, and the same burn around your right hip," she explained. "Shouldn't leave any scarring, but it will need tending to for a few days." "Could I get a mirror?" she asked. "Sure," the nurse turned and retrieved a hand mirror from a table. Toni accepted it and held it up. Her vision was still blurry but that didn't explain the shapes and colors she saw in the mirror. She laid it down and rapidly blinked her eyes until they cleared a bit more. She held it up again and gasped. "Now don't you worry, Mr. Johnson," the nurse tried to calm her. "Those bruises will clear up in a while and you'll look like you always did." She reached and took the mirror away. "Now, you just lay back and try and sleep some more. The doctor will be around in a while and he'll examine you." "No, no, no, but," Toni stuttered lost at what to say. "I can't, it can't..." "Give him a little something to relax him," the nurse quietly instructed. Toni suddenly felt drowsy and slipped back into the darkness. * 5 * Toni woke slowly and opened her eyes to the darkened room. The memory of her last wakening came back and she slowly lifted her hands to look at them. She shuddered when she saw them and recognized them as belonging to a man. "How could this happen?" she whispered into the darkness. "And who will believe it? If I say anything they'll have psych down here in a heartbeat. I wonder what happened to me? Well, my body." "Ah, you're awake," the nurse entered the room. "The doctor will be in in just a moment, I'm Judy. Are you feeling any better?" "I was, oh, just so shocked," Toni explained. "Last thing I remember is being knocked off my feet. How bad was it?" "Well, fortunately nobody died," she said as she started taking pulse, blood pressure and breath rate. "Oh, I'm glad to hear that," Toni sighed. "Yes, that was the good news," Judy continued, "most of the people on the train had to be taken to hospitals, there were so many they had to go to a few different hospitals around the city. We got 47 here. Most were minor, you and one other are the only ones who had to be kept here." "The other person," Toni leaned up, "is it a man or a woman?" "A man, he suffered a heart attack," she explained. "Some folks got to him and did CPR and kept him going until EMTs arrived at the scene." "Oh, that's great," Toni relaxed back. "Hi there," a man entered the room, "I'm Dr. Grant, I'm going to check you out and see how you're doing now that you're awake." The doctor ran through the examination, removed the bandages, and catheter. He instructed the nurse to redress the burns and told Toni she would be allowed to leave the next day. He turned and walked out. "Isn't that a little fast?" Toni asked. "We don't let people stay longer than needed," Judy told her. "If you are still having headaches in the morning, or if you're still sensitive to the light, then we may keep you another day. Otherwise, I'll instruct you on how to take care of the burns." "OK, I guess." Indeed the next morning Toni was allowed to get dressed, the clothes were in pretty bad shape but she would at least be able to get home. Well, not home really. When she was alone she pulled the wallet from the back pocket of the slacks and found the driver's license within. Sure enough, Tony Johnson, the face she saw when she looked in the mirror was also the face she saw on the card. She stuffed the wallet back into her rear pocket. She rode to the front door in a wheelchair and found a cab waiting. It was provided by the city as a way of doing all they could for the injured. She was happy for that concession so he could find the address for her. "God, what if he moved and didn't update his license?" she thought in panic as the driver made his way across town through the traffic. Fortunately the key she found in the front pocket matched the lock and she walked into unfamiliar surroundings. She decided the best way to get started was to get clean clothes and take a good long shower. She made her way to the bedroom and began searching the drawers to find what she would need. After checking the closet she got it all together and went into the bathroom. As she undressed she watched the man in the mirror remove the ruined clothes and get naked. She was still having trouble coming to grips with the idea that she was now occupying the body of this man. She reached down and took the penis hanging there in her hand. Except for going to the bathroom in the hospital she had tried to ignore it. Now she felt the effect of holding it had on her because she caressed it more than just holding it. She had been with a few lovers in the past so it wasn't the first penis she had seen or touched, but this was different. It began to swell and stiffen in her hand and could feel the pleasure of her touch on it. She tightened her fist around it and felt the need to stroke it. She groaned as she brought her hand up and down the shaft. Abruptly she stopped almost embarrassed at what she was doing. She turned and stepped into the shower, her erection still bobbing leading the way. The warm water felt good running down her back, around her neck, she could feel it running down her balls. She found the soap and did her best to wash herself off. So strange soaping her flat chest, her nipples still sensitive enough to keep the penis erect. At last she reached to wash her cock and balls. There wasn't going to be any stopping this time. One soapy hand gliding up and down the shaft while the other massaged her balls had her groaning once again, her brain focused on just providing the pleasure she was enjoying. At last streams of cum erupted from her cock and she lost focus of everything, while still holding her fading member she placed the hand on the wall of the shower to maintain her balance as her knees suddenly weakened. "Oh, my," she mumbled. After a few moments she was able to regain her composure and finish washing the rest of her body and hair. She was overcome with guilt; she had just masturbated a guy she didn't know, even though that guy was herself. She turned off the water and grabbed the towel she had hung outside the shower. After drying off she wrapped the towel around her chest and stepped out to the mirror again. She didn't need to do much to the short hair she now had except to run a comb through it. She saw an electric razor by the sink and leaned in closer to the mirror to examine her face. There was some stubble evident so she turned on the razor and began working it around her face. "That looks better, but I don't like that at all," she told the man in the mirror. "I don't like all the hair on the rest of my body much either." It wasn't thick, she was happy for that, but she wasn't used to having hair like that. She looked at herself in the mirror again and realized she looked foolish with the towel pulled up so high covering her chest. The towel was long enough to cover her butt, barely. Reluctantly she pulled the towel loose and redid it around her hips. She looked better but it still felt odd walking around with a bare chest, even if she was by herself. She went back to the clothes she had piled on the bed and stripped off the towel. She pulled on the underwear, jeans and a t-shirt. She threw on socks and some tennis shoes she had found and after a quick check she decided she looked good enough for public, at least good enough for a guy in public. She was grateful that Tony appeared to be neat and cared about himself. She flexed her legs and pulled at the slacks trying to feel comfortable. "This will take some getting used to," she spoke to the mirror. "I don't like wearing slacks, and I'm not accustomed to having, er, equipment down there." She went to the living room and used the phone to call the other hospitals in the city asking to ring Toni Johnson's room. When one asked if she was a relative she identified herself as a friend. They told her they couldn't put her through. But she at least now knew where her body ended up. She checked to make sure she had everything she needed in her pockets, not carrying a purse was a pain too, the wallet was uncomfortable to sit on, and the keys sometimes bit into her leg. She left the apartment and proceeded to walk over to her own neighborhood. Twenty minutes later she stood outside the building she was living in before the accident. She went to the door and rang the doorbell of Mrs. Franks who lived on the first floor. She was friendly with her, saying hi and bye and occasional other conversation, but she didn't talk with her much. Her hope was that if anyone came by looking for her she might get some information. "Can I help you?" Mrs. Franks called from the other side of the glass pane. "I am looking for Toni Johnson," she gave her best trust me smile. "I met her on the train that day of the accident. I just got out of the hospital and wanted to see how she was doing." Mrs. Franks stood there for a moment and then finally opened the door enough to speak without shouting. "How do I know you aren't someone stalking her?" she asked. "I guess you don't. Please, I just want to know if she is alright," she pleaded. "These bandages are covering a burn I got, and I have another under my shirt. She was standing right by me." "OK, she is at St. Mary's in room 517," she told Toni after looking the man over. "Oh", she suddenly produced a smart phone and snapped a picture. "If anything happens to her the police will get this picture." "No worries," she offered her Tony's best smile. "I really just need to check on her and see if there is anything I can help with." She turned and walked away from the building trying to decide on the next move. It was still early enough in the day to go the hospital and see what kind of shape her body was in. She started down the street and realized she wasn't ready to get back on a train again, if they were even running at this point. But there would be cabs closer to the station so she set off again. She handed the cabbie a credit card and signed the slip with a decent tip, she hoped Tony wouldn't mind but she had no access to her own funds at the moment. It was odd that the driver gave her barely a second look. Usually they would stare at her or at least glance at her in the mirror during the drive. It was kind of nice not worrying about unwanted advances. At the hospital she reached the 5th floor and found Toni was still in ICU. She had hoped she would be able to walk in without saying anything to anyone. The shock was going to be enough for both of them she was pretty sure. "Hi there," she tried to sound confident, "I'm here to see Toni Johnson; I believe she is in room 517." "Are you a relative?" the nurse asked as she looked up from her work. "No, just a friend, I'm afraid she doesn't have any relatives," she informed her. "Know her well?" the nurses expression softened some. Toni took a quick peek at her left hand and saw no ring or tan lines indicating she wore one. "Sometimes I think I know her better than she does." "Oh," the nurse set back in her chair some, "been together long?" "We aren't dating or anything," Toni assured her, "we've just got a unique relationship." She leaned back closer again. "I really shouldn't but I'll let you in. She really could use a friend. When she first woke up she kept claiming she wasn't a girl! They had to sedate her, poor dear. So, if she is awake, she is going to be a bit groggy." "When did she first wake up?" Toni asked as she started for the doors into the unit. "Yesterday morning," the nurse answered. "Thanks," she offered a wink and a smile. Toni followed the hallway until she found the room. It was glass on one side with a sliding door. The lights in the unit were subdued except right over the monitoring station in the middle of the area. She slid the door open, stepped inside and pushed it closed behind her. Another surreal scene set before her. She was looking at herself laid out on the bed, tubes and wires leading from her body to the machines around the bed. The covers were pulled up under her armpits so she couldn't see if there were bandages or casts or anything. The gown covered most of the girl's body above the sheet but she could see the discoloration of a bruise peeking out from her right shoulder. "Tony," she tried to whisper. "Are you awake? Can you wake up a little?" Tony gave no indication he had heard anything. Toni stepped closer and called a bit louder, "Tony!" The girl moved a bit. Toni risked shaking her a little, "Wake up, please!" The eyes slowly opened and looked around the room before setting on the man in the room. Then they widened. The beeping of the heart monitor began to accelerate. "It's ok, relax, we need to talk before nurses or doctors or someone come in," Toni pleaded. "What the fuck..." Tony tried to speak. "I know, I know, believe me, I was as shocked as you," she tried to comfort him. "I realized they'd lock me up pretty quick if I claimed I was really a girl. I think since your body is bigger than mine it absorbed the shock a bit better and gave me enough time to get my head together before I could screw anything up. I just got out today." "We need to tell someone, they have to fix this," Tony slurred still under the effects of the sedation. "Yeah, I've read lots of stories about this happening," she lapsed into sarcasm. "This is tabloid fodder, the stuff people read and don't believe." She spotted a nurse heading for the door. She quickly added, "You need to start getting it together if you want to get out of here." The door slid open, "she is getting too excited. I think you ought to end this visit." "I understand," Toni moved away from the bed. "I'll come back tomorrow. Hopefully you'll be feeling better by then." She walked out the door and the nurse closed it behind her. "How is she doing really?" "There is a question about brain damage," the nurse informed her. "She has had some delusions. Otherwise, some electrical burns but no broken bones." "Thank you, I'll stop by again tomorrow. Is there a better time to come by?" "Try about noon, we expect to let up on the sedation some to examine her and let her eat some lunch. The doctor will be checking her in the morning." "Thanks, I'll see you then." Toni left and caught a cab back to her new home. * 6 * Toni walked into Tony's hospital room the next day. She looked at the blond girl lying in the bed, her hair splayed across the pillow. Uneaten lunch sat on the tray beside the bed. She was sleeping. Toni looked around and called quietly to the girl. "Tony! Wake up, we need to talk," she hissed in her deeper voice. The girl stirred. "What? Oh, you." "Yes, me," Toni pulled a chair close to the bed and sat. "How did the tests go? Have you said anything more about our condition?" "I told them I was having a strange dream when I first woke up," he blinked several times clearing his eyes. "I overheard them talking about transferring me to a psych ward, they thought I was sleeping." "Good, good," Toni relaxed back into the chair, she crossed her legs, winced as she pinched her balls, and relaxed them. "Damn, I want my body back." "You and me both," Tony affirmed. "Look, first of all, we need to get some things sorted out so we can talk. I was thinking about it last night and just thinking about my stuff versus your stuff and what that means is confusing. I mean I am in my apartment, which is the male Tony apartment, but is your apartment. See what I mean? So, I think when I talk about my stuff I am going to mean the stuff that belongs to this body. So my wallet is in my pocket, your wallet is in your purse. Got it?" "My purse? Christ that sounds so wrong to me," Tony moaned. "Yeah, well better get used to it," Toni grumbled. "So, do you know where they put your clothes and purse? If they are in as bad a shape as mine were in you are going to need clean clothes to get home in." "Check that closet over there," Tony pointed and then looked at the fine manicured fingernails. "I've been sleeping so much lately I hadn't really looked at myself." He turned brought the smaller hands up closer to his face. "Well, you'll likely get a good chance to check it out if you can get out of here," Toni informed him and shivered at the idea he may do with her body what she had done with his. "Damn, this skirt is ruined, and so is the blouse. OK, I'm going by your apartment to get a set of clean clothes for you. I'll bring them back tomorrow. In the meantime, I need the code to your cell so I can call your work and mine and buy us some time. I don't think there will be any problem with my office, especially considering you are still laid up here. What about your office?" "Give me my, I mean, your phone," Tony held out a hand. Toni pulled the phone from her pocket and handed it over. She watched as Tony entered the code to unlock it and then proceeded to explain who the contacts were. She assured him that she would call both places and get them time to recover. Toni left and went back to her old apartment armed with the keys that would let her back into her old life. She got into her apartment without anyone stopping her and went to work pulling together an overnight bag and filling it with clean underwear, shoes, skirt and blouse. She selected things that were rather plain not wanting Tony to see her fancier things, though she was aware that was just a matter of time. She wanted to spend the night here in her old bed but was certain that would be asking for troubles. She grabbed the bag and left to go to her new apartment. * 7 * Tony woke and prepared himself. He was finally getting out of the hospital. Toni was bringing clothes for him to wear home. That was a relief. The doctor came in and examined the burn he had on his ribs, he hadn't really gotten too good a look at it his boob was in the way of seeing it. He'd look when he changed clothes later. He's awoken in the middle of the night and felt really clear headed for the first time. He lay there thinking about his new situation and allowed his hands to explore his new body. He had to admit he liked it, he had been liking it for quite some time seeing it on the train each day but inhabiting it was never in the plans. He let his hand roam over his breasts testing the sensitivity of the nipples through the hospital gown he wore. They came erect quickly poking up. His hands ventured down his body and slipped under the gown. He began exploring his pussy, rubbing his clit, slipping a finger deep inside, when a nurse appeared at the door. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Oh, yes," he withdrew his hand quickly. "I just had a dream." "A dream," the nurse smiled. "OK." She turned and left. Tony sighed and lay flat in the bed. "I can't wait to get rid of all these monitors." Now a different nurse came in and started disconnecting all the wires. Shortly after that Toni came in carrying a small suitcase. "I brought some things for you," she told him. "You going to be alright changing?" "I'm sure I'll be fine," he answered. "Just set it in the bathroom." The nurse finished and stepped back from the bed. "Please try and stand up, let's be sure you can do that before we worry about clothes." Tony pulled the covers back and turned slowly on the bed. He let his legs drop over the side and was surprised to see they didn't even get close to the floor. He stared for a moment at the smooth skin below the hem of the nightgown. "Are you alright?" the nurse pressed. "Yeah, I'm just making sure before I slip off the edge," he confirmed. Bracing his arms he pushed off the bed and landed hard on the floor. For a moment his knees threatened to give way and the nurse reached to steady him but he refused to fall. She stood back again ready to assist if needed. He took a shaky step, then another. At last he let go of the bed and moved across the room weaving a little but not falling. He pulled open the bathroom door and closed himself inside. He went to the sink and leaned on the counter for a minute to catch his breath. Looking in the mirror he saw the pretty girl from the subway that he so much wanted to talk to. This was a lot more than he wanted. He reached behind and untied the top of the gown, then the others until it hung loose on him. He let it slip to the floor. Now the girl he wanted to talk to was standing naked except for a large bandage on the ribs in the reflection before him. He looked to be about five foot five inches tall, in good shape she must work out. Her breasts were a nice size, not too big to be a nuisance but large enough to be appreciable. And other than the hair on her head, she seemed to be completely hairless. He lusted after his own image but there was no time for that now. He opened the bag and found a pair of white panties. The front had a delicate lace trim to them. He slipped them up his legs to his hips. They were cut high. Next he retrieved a white bra, he thought they must be part of a set because the cups had lace that matched the panty. The bra proved to be a bit more challenging than the panty and he pinched the bottom of his boob trying to get it on. Once it was hooked he reached inside and pulled on each breast settling them into place. He found a white sleeveless blouse which he pulled on and buttoned up. Last a skirt. "Why couldn't she have brought me pants?" he huffed to himself. He slid the loose knee length skirt on and tried to decide how high it should be. After trying it in different places he finally decided it should be at his waist. Fortunately she had packed a pair of flat sandals. He slipped his feet into them. He took the empty bag with him as he left the bathroom. "Here, let me take that for you," Toni offered and took the bag from the girl's hand. "No sense taking the old clothes, they were ruined." "I guess I'll take your word for it," Tony answered and moved toward the bed again. He staggered for a moment and felt the skirt brushing against his legs. His balance was off but he knew he would master it. "Your ride to the front door will be here in just a minute," the nurse informed him. "Thank you," Tony answered, "for everything." Toni insisted they go to where Tony was now going to be living. She had already had a few days to get acclimated to her new surrounding and felt that Tony should start getting adjusted a well. It was surreal for Toni watching her body move about the apartment checking out things to see where they were. She tried to wait patiently as he wandered back into her bedroom. * * * Tony walked about the small apartment looking at where everything was. He wandered to the bedroom. He liked that she was neat and clean like he was, perhaps they would have made a nice pair if he had asked her out. Now, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He wanted everything back to normal. He walked into the bedroom, it was definitely a girl's room with scarves, pillows, and other things scattered about. He opened the closet and looked at rows of clothes, sorted with skirts, dresses, blouses all in their proper place. He quickly noticed that the majority of the things were skirts and dresses, there were only a few pairs of slacks hanging in the closet. He turned and looked through the drawers and found piles of underwear, much of it silkier and sexier than what was provided. There was a good collection of nightwear, all short or long gowns, no pajamas. Some sweaters and tees. He returned to the living room where he saw the man he was patiently waiting. "Don't you like jeans? Or pants at all?" he asked. "Excuse me, I liked being a girl," she retorted. "I like dresses, and skirts, and high heels and makeup. I like to feel feminine and sometimes a little sexy and naughty. I don't like this situation any more than you do, I'm sure." Tony could see a tear welling up in her eyes. "Yeah, I know, I'm sure you don't. It just seemed like you were all happy and feeling normal about it." "Well, the only time you've seen me is in the hospital," she countered. "Now that we are alone I can be me." Tony collapsed onto a settee with a sigh. "First thing," Toni started, "you need to keep your knees together please. I don't want you showing what's mine to everyone around." She was uncomfortable in that the view was also giving her an erection which she was trying to hide. "Sorry," Tony quickly crossed his legs over. "Wow, I've never been able to cross my legs that tight before." "I know," Toni snickered. "I almost hurt myself pretty good first time I tried." "You seem to have thought this out, how do you expect us to proceed?" Tony asked. "Well, we need to get to know each other so we can keep up this charade as long as necessary. I figure we spend the next several days talking about anything we might be confronted with at work. When I called to report on your condition I was shocked to find out you are in advertising which is great because that is what I do. We'll be able to pass in our jobs at least," she explained laying it out. "It's freaky, y'know. Both of us Tony Johnson, both of us in advertising, living just a few blocks apart. What were you doing before the accident? I saw your reflection in the window coming toward me." "I was trying to meet you, maybe ask you out," Tony admitted. "Well, looks like we are going to be a lot closer than that now," Toni shuddered. "I'm not interested now," Tony stood up and paced around the room. "I'm not interested in sleeping with a guy, even if that guy is me." "Is that all you think about? Sex?" Toni protested. "We've got bigger problem than who we want to date, ok?" "Yeah, right," Tony went back to the couch and sat, this time carefully adjusting his skirt and crossing his legs. "I think we maybe ought to consider finding a place together, a two bedroom, it will be easier to keep up with everything. But it may take some time." Toni got off the settee. "I'll come back by tomorrow and we can get started. Maybe get out and see what it will take to move." * 8 * Toni travelled back and forth between her new apartment and her old one, where her body still lived occupied by the man who was trying to meet her. They argued a lot over the remainder of the week while they tried to teach each other enough to be able to pass as the other at the office. Tony hated learning about make-up, he didn't want to wear dresses all the time. He had taken to wearing t-shirts to bed with a pair of panties instead of the nightgowns in the dresser. Toni was getting frustrated with him for not acting more feminine. He needed to be prepared for going to work as her. She seemed to feel she had adjusted to her new male role pretty well. One thing she decided she had to do for herself was to shave all the hair off her body. She liked the smooth skin much better, plus it seemed whenever she got an erection it pulled at the pubic hairs and made her very uncomfortable and if others were around it was difficult to do anything about that pain. It was uncomfortable enough suddenly having this stiff pole attached to her crotch without it trying to pull out the hair. At least that was better. It also made masturbating better, which she found herself doing a lot. She was starting to want to find someone to have sex with. How good would it feel to have someone suck on her cock? She was confused about it to. Who would she want to have sex with? The idea of being with a man was fine with her, seemed like a natural match considering her mental state. Being with a woman might be nice too, though she had never done anything with a woman before but the idea of sliding her cock into a warm pussy was intriguing, and it was giving her a hard-on again. Not with Tony in her body though, that was too weird to even think about. She quickly adjusted herself as she walked toward the apartment steeling herself for whatever problems today was going to present. * * * Tony crawled out of bed and went to the shower. He tossed the t-shirt he had slept in to a pile of dirty clothes. He was going to have to think about doing laundry soon. Probably another huge lesson on just how he had to do that as Toni, too. He stripped off the panty and tossed that onto the pile as well. Once the water was right he climbed in and began washing. He winced a bit as the water beat against the still tender areas from the burns. Finally he turned and began washing the mass of hair on his head. It was a lot of trouble keeping it clean, as a guy he kept his hair short, but he loved the look of long hair on a woman. Much as he would love to get it cut short, he didn't want to change it. He still hoped to discover some way to get back to his own body, and perhaps then maybe he and Toni would be able to try dating. Or they would know each other so well that they wouldn't want to have anything to do with each other. He finished rinsing his hair and turned to face the shower again. One thing he had looked for while alone the other night was a stash of some special toys that she might have kept around for those lonely nights. He hadn't been able to locate any and was deeply disappointed. But he had discovered one thing. He reached up and adjusted the shower head to a tighter stream and then moved back so that the water beat down directly on his clit. He worked his fingers inside and found the spot so that he soon could think only of reaching orgasm. He began moaning loudly as one hand squeezed and pinched his breast, the other pumped away at his pussy, and the water beat on his clit. In moments he grabbed at the wall to keep from falling down and turned to stop the water from hitting his now sensitive body. "God, I hope I made women feel that good," he told himself. Inwardly he knew he might have once or twice, but usually he only thought he had satisfied the woman. Once he had come, what could he do? He sighed, turned off the water and dried off. He picked out a pair of sheer white string bikini panties and a white bra that was sheer and lacy. He returned to the bathroom and blew his hair dry and fixed it the way Toni had taught him. He looked at the collection of make-up and sighed again. He decided to make an effort, Toni would be showing up soon and he wanted to show her he was trying. He went to work on his face. It took a long time getting it right but when he finished he was certain she would approve. They were going to be out in public looking at apartments today, so he knew he would need to be the way she would be in case they ran into anyone they knew. He went to the closet and found a tan suede miniskirt and a blouse that went with it. He slipped everything on and checked closely to be sure he couldn't see through the blouse since his bra wasn't going to hide much. They were going to be walking a lot so he gratefully grabbed a pair of flat sandals with colorful beads. As he left the bedroom he heard a knock on the door. "Perfect timing," he uttered as he went to the door. "Hopefully a good start to a good day." He opened the door and the sight of his body standing there waiting still unnerved him some. She had chosen a pair of blue cargo shorts, pale blue striped polo and deck shoes with no socks. He did a double take when he looked at his legs. "Did you shave my legs?" he gasped. "Well, technically they are my legs, and yes I did," she walked in and closed the door behind her. "I shaved everything, the hair was, um, a problem for me." "I've been trying not to change anything about you so if we get out of this mess you'll be just like you were when this happened!" he protested. "Look, it was just body hair, it will grow back if you want it, but I think you might find it better this way," she plopped down onto the couch. "I have a list of places for us to check out today, about six in all if we have time. By the way, you look really nice, you did a good job." "Thanks," he sat in a chair expertly using his hand to cover the gap as he crossed his legs. "I still don't like you shaving everything. What will the other guys think when you go to the gym and have to shower?" "I hadn't thought about that," her eyes darted about as she thought. "Yeah, I mean someone might think you are gay or something," he huffed. "Why, because I'm hairless?" she scoffed. "And so what, I might be now." "What?" his eyes went wide. "Relax, I'm not going looking for guys, or girls for that matter, we've got enough on our plates for now," she explained. "Oh, you might want to be sure you have some tampons with you, I looked at the calendar and I am pretty regular with my period. Maybe the accident will have set me off, but it is likely to start soon." "Oh, great," he began to feel sick. "How will I know?" "Relax, I've been dealing with it since I was eleven," she explained. "It is a bit of an inconvenience but mine aren't too bad. A little cramping and a little water weight but nothing you shouldn't be able to handle. You can put one in now if you like, I can show you." "No," he jumped. "Um, I mean, I would feel a little weird with you doing that." "Well, I've been doing that for a long time now, but I understand," she got up and disappeared into the back of the apartment. Moments later she appeared holding a paper wrapped tube. She went into great detail explaining everything he would need to know while Tony squirmed in his seat. When she finally finished he went and retrieved his purse, with a fresh supply of tampons stuffed down in the bottom. They went from one apartment to the next checking out each place discussing the pros and cons. After the fourth one they stopped for lunch at a caf?. The waitress was paying far too much attention to Toni as far as Tony was concerned. He began to realize that there were times that he would accept the flattering attention and temporarily ignore his date, as he felt he was being left out now. Toni didn't seem to be flirting back, but he was still annoyed. They finished off the day and returned home. "I like the third one," Tony offered. "Of course you do, it is the most expensive," Toni countered. "Yeah, because it was in a great place, it had the most room, we would each have our own bedroom and bathroom! A couple of the others would have us sharing a bath," he argued. "What about the one we saw right after lunch," she offered. We'd each have our own space there." "I didn't care for the kitchen, it was smaller than my closet," he pointed out. Besides, the one I like is still less than we are paying together now, so we can afford it and save a little." "Not as much as we could save with a smaller apartment," she hesitated. "But, you're right. It will be nice having the extra space, the private areas, and it is a great location." "Yes!" With the decision made Toni left to go home. Tony ate a little dinner and went to bed. Later that night he was awakened by cramps as he started another lesson in being a woman. * 9 * Finally the day came they both returned to work, though for them it was a new job. They remarked often that fate was so strange to have hit them with this. Them, two Tony Johnsons (though slightly spelled different), both in advertising, living not that far apart. How strange it seemed. Tony grumbled about having to wear a dress and heels to work, he thought perhaps after the accident he could make some adjustments but Toni insisted she always dressed that way for work and he couldn't change it. He needed to stay in character, to be her, as much as she hated it. Because in truth, she wasn't all that keen on being Tony either. They parted company each wishing the other lucky, each nervous about the coming day. The day passed without much incident for either one. For Toni, many of the men and women in the office stopped by to check in and be sure the recovery was going well. Some of the women paid her a little too much attention she thought. For Tony, he received mostly visits from the other women in the office. A couple men stuck their heads in to say hi and remind him of some meeting or task that needed to be done. One clot of three women insisted they go out after work and celebrate her return. He tried to repeatedly tell them it was too soon to be out drinking but they were insistent. Later he called Toni and told her about it but she explained they wouldn't give up until she gave in. Go, have a drink, sneak out. She also told him she was facing the same pressure from a couple guys in the office and as accustomed as she was with the girls, she had already decided to go. The end of the day came and Tony walked out with the other three women: Beth, Claire and Jojo. Jojo and Beth looked to be fresh out of school while Claire seemed to be a couple years older. They went and chatted, each bitching about the job and being disrespected and getting nowhere, speaking more bravely of how they would stand up for themselves as the drinks continued to flow. Tony tried on a couple of occasions to excuse himself but each time he found another drink already in front of him and when he thought he would try and sneak away at least one of the girls decided to accompany him to the bathroom. And gee, he thought men talked about women badly, these girls really got down on the guys in the bar. Finally he reached a point where he felt he could legitimately say he needed to leave, first day back, exhausted. They pleaded for her to stay for one last one but he insisted on leaving. After he moved away from the table he bumped into someone. "Excuse me," he offered and tried to move away. "Oh, not at all, darlin'," the man slurred. "I was just coming to see if you would join us for a drink. You and all your friends." "Thank you, but no," he answered, shrinking back from the strong alcohol on the guys breath. "I've had a long day and I need to leave." "Well, I could go with you," he put his arm around Tony and pulled him closer. "We could have a really good time." "Somehow I doubt that," he tried to push away but wasn't strong enough to break the hold he had on him. "Look, you're not my type, ok. And you're drunk. And I don't have a clue as to who you are. Any one of those is a good enough reason. So, let me go." "If you don't know me, then how do you know I'm not your type?" he continued to hold him. Tony was desperately trying to think of how to get away. He thought the guy deserved a knee in the balls but he was in the wrong position. One of his heels to the shin or foot might get the guy to back off but he still wasn't sure. One thing he knew is he didn't like being this outmatched, he wasn't accustomed to being in this position. "I think the lady wants you to let her go," Tony heard a familiar voice, his own. He turned his head and saw Toni working through the last two people to get to him. "We're just fine thank you," the man wasn't giving up. "There are some girls at a table back over there, get one of them." "Toni," Tony called, "thank God you are here. I was trying to leave and this asshole grabbed me." "Doesn't sound like she wants to be with you so again I am asking, let her go." The guys pushed Tony away a little rougher than necessary. "Hey, I thought we would have a good time. All she had to say was she had a boyfriend." He put his hands up, turned around and stumbled back towards the bar. "I figured I ought to check on you," Toni confided as she led Tony back toward the door. "I know how tough it can be to get away from the girls sometimes." "They were tough, but that asshole," Tony steamed. "I just couldn't..." he let the words trail off as tears of frustration came to his eyes. He never cried, what the hell? It just made him feel worse. "It's ok," Toni tried to comfort him. "We need to talk more about how to handle yourself in situations like this. You don't have the size or strength you used to, you have to be more aware so you don't get trapped like that. We'll do some more work at the gym too." Tony walked into the evening feeling completely at a loss for how to handle himself. He was beginning to see just how different his life was going to be. * 10 * Weeks passed. Toni and Tony were getting accustomed to playing their parts in the workplace as the other. Toni was getting compliments on her approaches to finding solutions for the clients, people commented that following the accident his perspective seemed to change some. Not necessarily better, definitely not worse, just different. She loved the fact that people were accepting her ideas and when alternatives were suggested by other members it always built on what she had started with. Tony was also getting rave reviews at his new office. People there were making the same comments about his perspective, but he ran into problems with some of the men in the company dismissing an idea he presented only to run the discussion in a circle so they could present his idea again only as their own idea. He tried to reclaim it the first time only to be dismissed as it not being the same idea at all. Tony complained to Toni about it but all she could do was commiserate with him. It had happened to her many times, and to several of the other girls in the office as well. The manager sided with the other 'good ol boys' no matter what sort of proof they were able to provide. "One day," she told Tony, "maybe we'll get a decent manager or find a way to catch them and prove it." They moved into their new apartment. They often ate dinner together. Toni insisted Tony continue to eat the way she wanted and of course Tony objected. While he was a healthy eater, he wasn't quite as restrictive as she was. He preferred a little extra time at the gym rather than suffering without an occasional food splurge. They also moved their gym memberships to a nearby gym and worked out together often. It would have been a really great dating life except they were both so busy trying to turn the other into the person they thought they were that they often reached a point of not wanting to deal with each other at all. This was another one of those night. "Why can't you just act a little more feminine?" Toni snapped. "I don't know," Tony shot back, "maybe because I'm not! I've looked like this for all of two months but I've been acting like a guy for more than twenty years." "Well it doesn't seem like it is all that hard to act like a guy," Toni huffed. "You just need to try a little harder at being a girl." "Like you have it all down," Tony waved his arms as he ranted making his boobs bounce around. "I see you doing all these dainty little movements when you eat and drink, and when you talk to other people." "Well, at least I am trying," Tony countered. "Even in a dress you sometimes stomp around like a gorilla. You'd think you would walk just a little better after all this time." They both stared at each other for several minutes. Without a word Tony got up and went to his room. He knew Toni would out wait him if they got into a silent staring contest. Within a couple minutes he heard the soft thud of the other bedroom door closing. He lay on the bed for a little while longer and then got up and went to his dresser. He pulled open a drawer and removed a pair of blue jeans. After slipping out of his skirt he pulled them on and reveled in the tight fit. He was starting to become accustomed to wearing dresses but Toni threw a fit every time he suggested wearing slacks. He knew she wasn't really him, nor he her, but there had to be some of him to express even in her body. Why did she have to be so pig-headed. He was trying, but damn, it had already been so long. He was losing hope that he would ever get his old body back. Tony had searched for information, anything, about what had happened to them. Outside of the tabloids, or some far-out movie plot he hadn't found anything useful. He knew Toni hadn't given up either. They were frustrated with each other and with what life had dealt them. * 11 * A couple more months passed and the cool days of fall had settled in. Toni waited in the living room on Tony to finish getting ready. They always walked to the station together, even if they weren't talking to one another. Today was a good day. Tony emerged from his room and grabbed a coat from the closet. He pulled it on as he headed for the front door, it came just short of the hem of the dress he wore. "Pantyhose are a pain to get on," he commented as he headed for the door. "Well, you'll appreciate how they keep your legs warm," Toni answered, "much better than wool socks. Plus they make your legs look really great, not that they don't anyway." "Thanks," he led them out the door. "Do you ever worry that there will be another accident on the train?" Toni asked. "No, I pray for it. Maybe it will make things right again," Tony answered pulling his coat closed tighter trying to block the fall breeze from blowing up under his dress. Pantyhose or not, that wind was cold. "Seriously?" Toni answered shocked. "Well, yes and no," Tony finally answered. "I do wish something would happen that would solve this, but no I don't really want another accident. I think the odds of having another accident like that happening are pretty remote." "I hope so," Tony nodded. "I would like something changed, but I don't relish the idea of another crash. It could be worse. One or both of us could be dead." "OK, I suppose that could be worse." The day wasn't particularly good for either of them. Tony was in a meeting with a new client that stared at him through the whole meeting. Then when ideas were being tossed around the client immediately dismissed every idea he had, then suggested that maybe his ideas would be better discussed in a meeting over dinner, just the two of them. Toni's day was almost as bad. The client she was dealing with wanted the ad to be more sexy. Wanted it to get the men's attention and felt women don't notice it that much anyway. He thought they could go to a bar and get the idea hammered out while they maybe found a couple ladies to keep them company while they discussed business. What really steamed her was the wedding band the client wore. Later that night they got home and shared the day. "So what?" Tony exclaimed. "You aren't married to him. You don't know him or his wife. It's his marriage." "That isn't the point," she returned. "If he is willing to cheat on his wife how can I trust anything he has to say?" "You don't have to, you just need to make him happy with the ad. And what about me? That asshole doesn't want anything from me as far as my ad sense goes, he just wants a date? And your asshole manager was trying to make me go," Tony huffed. "He isn't my asshole manager, he's yours, and it isn't the first time he has tried to pimp out one of the girls to a client. He got reported once to HR so now he won't push it too hard, but he will still try." "Why stay at a place that has so much misogyny going on? The women at my old place, well your place, don't get this harassment, and their ideas are respected." "Do you really think so?" Toni shot back. "Or have you been just so tied up in yourself that you haven't really paid attention to what is going on with them?" "What? No, they, uh, I've seen," Tony stuttered. "To be fair," Toni continued, "this place is better. But the women are still regarded as top of the line only for feminine products rather than for anything that would be used by both men and women, then they kick back over to the boys. They just don't know one of the boys happens to be a girl at heart. "I would have loved to look for another job," Toni continued, "but I have to be careful that I don't get labelled as a discontent. It's too small a world and I need to work, and I want to do this work." "Maybe we ought to open our own agency," Tony joked. "We could call it T&T, our ideas are dynamite!" "The name and slogan suck," Toni groaned, "but I don't think the idea is too far out there. What if we start sniffing around, see what sort of clients we might be able to get to join us?" "Seriously?" Tony answered. "If anyone figured out what we were doing we would be out on our ears before we could blink." "Then we handle it very quietly," Toni nodded. * 12 * Tony stood in his closet in a bra and panty searching through the clothes hanging there. He huffed, frustrated with the choices that faced him. "I am tired of all this," he mumbled to himself as he pulled a dress from a hanger. "Tonight after work I am going shopping. I need new dresses for work and especially my meeting tomorrow." It didn't even faze him that the thought came to him so naturally. He and Toni had been quietly feeling out interest of various clients feelings on how satisfied they were with the company's treatment of them. They were steering clear of certain clients that they knew would be too much trouble or would blow the whistle on them if they figured out what really was being asked. Tony checked his hair and make-up in the mirror, grabbed his purse and went to find Toni waiting in the living room. She stood there waiting in a nicely tailored suit. "I am going dress shopping tonight after work," Tony told her as he walked through the door Toni had opened for him. "I need something fresh." "That's a good idea," Tony replied. "I'll be late tonight anyway, we are celebrating after work tonight with a client who just approved a big campaign." "Any chance they might want to move one day?" "No, these aren't someone I've approached. More trouble than they are worth, but I need to keep up appearances so I will attend the party." They talked more about how things were progressing as they walked to the station. Both were aware that the one year anniversary of the fateful day of their meeting was approaching but they avoided talking about it. Later that evening Tony entered the apartment loaded down with packages. It was the first real shopping trip he had done and found he couldn't buy just a couple new dresses. He needed different shoes, purses, lingerie. None of this gave him any pause as he worked through the departments at the store, he just knew what he needed as he went along. Now, his feet ached, and he kicked off the high heels once he came in the door. "Toni," he called out as he shuffled toward his bedroom. No answer, she was still at the party. He went to his bedroom and started putting away his new things. He had moved to the kitchen and was eating a little snack when he heard the door open and close followed by a thud. "Tony, damn it, you left your shoes in the middle of the floor," Toni's voice slurred. "Oh, sorry," Tony moved to the living room where he found Toni sitting on the floor looking very disheveled. "You're drunk." "Maybe," Toni giggled. "I don't think I've ever had as much to drink as I did tonight. And you know what I like about dicks? Urinals. I didn't have to sit on some disgusting toilet in a bar when I needed to empty my bladder." "I'm so happy for you," Tony sneered being snapped back into the reality of having lived as a woman for almost a year. He was disturbed by the feeling that he was losing who he was. "We've been playing this too safe," Toni continued to slur. "What is too safe?" Tony became alarmed. "You didn't start talking about our company, did you? It's too early, we aren't ready!" "No, no, no, not that," she rolled to her side and began climbing up the couch to get off the floor. "I mean about us, being us. Me being you, you being me. We've been playing too safe. We need to see who we really are now." Toni finally achieved a sitting position on the couch. That was when Tony spotted the smear of lipstick on her earlobe and along her neck above the collar of the shirt. "What is that?" He blurted. "Lipstick?" "Oh," she giggled again, "I suppose so. There was a woman at the party, really pretty, and once the party got rolling, really friendly. She told me she had a secret she wanted to share and started sucking on my ear. It felt really nice and then I realized she had her hand in my lap, well, that felt really nice too..." "I don't believe it," Tony got up and stormed out of the room. "Wait.." Toni tried to call out but was answered by the slam of a door. He stood there steaming in the middle of his room for a minute. "Oh, yeah," he finally decided, "maybe I need to be who I am too." He stripped down naked and went to the dresser and pulled out a black satin bra and a pair of black silk panties and put them on. He had bought a pair of black lace top stockings and put them on as well. He was pleased to see they fit him perfectly, the lace top almost reaching the very top of his thigh. Next a ribbed sleeveless turtleneck, the material between the ribs was sheer so that his bra was visible but the top wasn't so sheer that it just advertised his boobs. He grabbed a black leather miniskirt and slipped it on. Last was a pair of stiletto heeled black boots that came to just below his knee. He worked on his make-up and fixed his long blond hair, it seemed to shine on its own against the black outfit he chose. He looked just like the kind of girl he would look for in a bar. He'd show her! He marched back out to the living room and found Toni still on the couch, head hanging back, snoring loudly. "I'm going out!" he announced, furious to be denied the pleasure of pissing her off. The only answer was another snore. He grabbed his purse and slammed the door behind him. He made his way to a local nightspot. The place was surprisingly busy for a Thursday night but the bouncer at the door immediately let him enter the club. He went to the bar, found a seat toward the end, out of the way, but still afforded him a good view of the place. He ordered a glass of Rose'. It didn't take long before he was approached. Obvious business man, slacks, button down shirt, no tie. He smiled as he approached. "Hi, you must have just come in because I am certain I would have noticed you before now." He pressed up close. "I'm Dan." "Hi Dan, I'm Toni," he smiled. "Since you're just getting started, perhaps I could buy you a drink, don't want you to need to wait." Tony looked at the glass that he had only taken a sip from. "That's ok, I think I can wait a little bit. Wine isn't really something I like to guzzle." Dan laughed, "I guess you're right. So, what brings you out tonight. Looking for something to do or just wanting a drink?" "I haven't really decided yet," Tony was starting to calm down and was beginning to realize the consequences of his rashness. So far Dan had looked at his eyes once, his breasts several times, his legs at least as many, and could see that Dan barely was managing to keep from reaching out to stroke his leg. Tony also could help but notice the growing bulge in Dan's slacks. "Are you planning on being around for a while?" Tony innocently asked. "Yeah," Dan licked his lips, "I'm going to be here." "Well, I've had a really tough day, and I think I would like to just sit here and relax for a couple minutes. Maybe when this glass gets a little emptier I'll come find you and let you buy me that second drink. Unless of course I see you busy with someone else." "Oh, there won't be anyone else," Dan seemed like he was trying to look through the clothes. "Fine, then why don't you let me be for a bit and we'll see how things go." Air seemed to go out of Dan. He had been through all the turndowns over time and recognized he was being brushed off. He still held a sliver of hope as he walked away from Tony. Tony took a deep swallow from the wine glass then looked to be sure Dan wasn't checking to see if it was time to buy that drink. He was beginning to regret his decision to come to the bar. He was still angry at Toni and whatever woman she had done who knows what with but even after living as a woman for almost a year he wasn't mentally ready to take a man into his bed. "It would be interesting," he mused and felt a tingle between his legs that seemed to tell him there was a space that needed filling but shivered as he thought of letting one of these drunk bastards crawl on top of him so he could get his rocks off inside his own pussy. He frowned in confusion over the thoughts circling within his brain. He was so deep in thought he hadn't noticed the stool next to him had become occupied. "Haven't found anything to your liking?" a sweet high voice asked. Tony turned and saw a stunning blond sitting next to her, the bartender placed a drink in front of her without being told anything and walked away. He tried to do a quick scan without looking too obvious about it but knew he was failing at that. She wore a short tight dress that hugged her figure, though to Tony's estimation it didn't need to be that tight, she was well enough endowed that even in a loose tee her breasts would be noticeable. She wore no hose and strappy stiletto heels. "Um, no," Tony turned to look over his shoulder, "I've decided this was a bad idea anyway." "Never a bad idea," the woman answered. "Sometimes not a great experience, but never a bad idea. My name is Cassie." "Hi Cassie," Tony turned back to look Cassie in the eye, "I'm Tony." "So, Toni," Cassie grinned, "what