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Mind Swapping
Chapter 9
When I awoke Friday morning, I felt as if I needed to go to the bathroom
very badly. I scrambled out of bed and the movement caused a light
cramping in my belly. Then I remembered that Carol and Barbara had
insisted that I leave the butt plug in all night. As I passed the full
length mirror, I could see that I gave the appearance of being a petite
blonde with huge breasts dressed in a blue satin garter belt holding up a
pair of black nylon stockings.
Today, it would be one week since the memory transfer experiment had
swapped Carol's mind into my body and my mind into hers. I pushed my
disheveled curly blonde hair out of my blue eyes and stood up straight to
see if there were any visual differences between what I remember Carol
looking like in this body and what I now looked like. I saw none.
However, I was aware of the retainer on the butt plug between my buttocks
and a feeling of fullness in my intestines. I went to the toilet and
slowly, very slowly, pulled the butt plug from my permanently stretched
bottom. I sighed as it pulled free and I sat on the toilet.
I filled the tub with bubble bath and bath oils, stripped off what little
clothing I still wore and sat down in the warm soothing water. I thought
of all the events that had taken place this last week and that Carol and
I were scheduled to swap back this weekend. Tom had asked me out tonight,
Carol and Barbara both insisted that I go out with him, I could collect
data, they had said. The memory of the size of his penis and what it had
felt like when he was stroking it into my vagina made me want to see him
one last time before I changed back to my male body. I knew that I, as a
man, should not be so eager to have sex with another man, but, at least
until sometime this weekend, I was in a woman's body that lusted for
Tom's big cock.
I felt of my legs and decided to shave them and my under arms again.
I was just about finished when Carol came into the bathroom. She sleepily
walked over to the commode, raised the seat, aimed her penis at the bowl
and peed. She said, "I see you already removed your butt plug. Are you
sore?" She finished, shook her penis and turned to look at me as I
answered.
"A little. It was causing me to have cramps and I didn't have Barbara
rubbing my clit while I pulled it out like she did when she put it in."
Carol apologized, bent down, kissed my forehead, took the safety razor
from me and shaved the backs of my legs were it was difficult for me to
see.
I got out of the tub and brushed my teeth while Carol stepped into the
shower. I put on my thin pink house coat and pink high heel slippers and
went down to fix breakfast. Later, after we had eaten, Carol and Barbara
discussed my date for tonight and what I should wear. They decided that I
needed the blue cocktail dress that we had seen in the dress shop window
next to the lingerie shop where we had bought my lingerie. Barbara
volunteered to take me to pick up the dress.
We decided to pull my hair back into a pony tail for the afternoon. I
selected a white lace garter belt, cinnamon stockings, white lace bikini
panties, a white lace brassiere, and a white knit dress. For accessories,
I chose a red belt, red shoes, a red shoulder bag and a red scarf to tie
around my neck. Since it was still morning, I chose to only wear some
mascara, red lipstick, red fingernail polish and a little perfume. I
finished it off with a pair of gold hoop earrings. Barbara and Carol said
I had excellent taste and was really becoming quite a lady. I secretly
felt pleased.
Carol said she had somewhere to go today and would be needing her
Mustang. Somehow, my six year old economy car, with the faded paint job
and several parking lot dents, that had been so serviceable when I was a
man, now seemed to be very ugly and I really didn't want to drive it
anywhere. We rode to the mall in Barbara's BMW.
The store had the dress in my size. I tried it on in the dressing room.
It was made of a spandex type of material covered in blue sequins with
spaghetti shoulder straps. The hem length came to about mid thigh. My
white bra straps showed. Barbara said I would need a strapless bra or I
would have to go bra less. Otherwise, it looked really good on me and I
couldn't help but turn this way and that to see my glittering reflection
in the mirror. We bought the dress along with a matching hand bag and
three inch high heel shoes. Barbara had me try on a red floral print wrap
dress and a couple of full cut mini skirts.
She insisted that I buy them as well. Then we walked next door to the
lingerie shop.
Linda saw us come in the door. She was smiling and acting as if she was
happy to see us. She told the younger saleslady that she would take care
of us and asked, "How may I be of service today?" Barbara told her that I
needed a strapless brassiere to wear under a new dress and told me to
show her the dress.
"Wow! That's a beautiful dress. It must be a special occasion. I'm sure
we have a strapless brassiere in your size, honey." She went to a set of
shelves and picked out several bras for me to try on. "Would you like to
try on the matching panties and garter belts at the same time?" Barbara
said that I would. She had the two leather corsets that we had bought and
didn't fit properly and said we wanted to exchange them while we were
here. Linda picked out several black leather corsets and said, "That
twenty inch waist could be a fifteen inch waist with a few months of
corset figure training." She seemed to have a gleam in her eye as she
looked at my narrow waist.
Barbara told me, "I remember how long it took you to try on your lingerie
the last time we were here. I'm going to walk around and do some of my
own shopping. I'll meet you in the restaurant where we had supper the
other night in three hours." She kissed me on the cheek and said,
"Enjoy," turned and walked out of the shop.
Linda smiled as she whispered, "We have three hours. Let's not waste it."
Then she told the other saleslady that we were going to be busy for the
next three hours and led me toward the dressing rooms. I can still
remember the envious look that the young brunette saleslady gave us as we
disappeared through the door to the dressing rooms.
We entered the same dressing room we had used last time. It had two
mirrored walls, the sofa and the small table where Linda laid the
lingerie. She turned to face me, "I hoped you would return." She undid my
belt and tossed it onto the table and slipped her arms around my waist
and reached for my zipper, "I was hoping that I would get to see you
again." Our breasts were touching as her fingers found the zipper at the
back of my dress and pulled it down. It made a slight hissing sound. She
whispered, "Don't you love the sound of a zipper as its being unzipped?"
Her tongue licked my ear and I felt a cold chill run down my spine.
Her fingers pulled my dress off my shoulders and it slid down over my
body to land on the floor around my feet. "Your new lingerie accentuates
your body and makes you even more beautiful." She reached back around me
to unhook my back opening white lace brassiere. This too she pulled off
and tossed onto the table. "Step out of your dress so I can pick it up."
I did as she instructed.
Now I stood before her wearing only my white lace bikini panties, white
lace garter belt, cinnamon stockings, red high heel shoes, red scarf
around my neck, hoop earrings and red lipstick. She looked me up and
down, studied all my reflections in the mirrors, and said, "You are
undoubtedly the most beautiful creature that I've ever seen."
Linda knelt before me and, while she looked up into my eyes, hooked her
fingers in the waist band of my panties, began to pull downwards and slid
them down over my nylon covered legs. I stepped out of them when they
were down around my feet. She stared straight into the blonde hair
covering my vagina.
"Even your pussy is beautiful," she said as I blushed. She leaned forward
and planted kisses on my smooth belly between my garter belt and my pubic
hair. Her hands wrapped around my hips to prevent me from backing away
from the tickling sensation that she was causing. Her hands gripped my
buttocks and pulled my crotch to her as she lowered her lips to the top
of my vaginal opening. Her tongue dipped into my split and licked my
clitoris. My sudden gasp for breath evidently encouraged her to lick
harder and faster. Within two minutes, I had shifted my feet so that my
legs could be parted and I had laced my fingers in her hair to make sure
that she didn't stop. Three minutes later, I gave a small scream as I had
the first of many orgasms for the day.
After I had cum, Linda stood and took me in her arms to hold me. When she
offered her lips, I eagerly kissed her, tasting my juices as her tongue
entered my mouth. She said, "Why don't you undo the buttons down the
front of my dress so that I can help you try on your new lingerie without
wrinkling my dress."
I unbuttoned all the buttons down the front of her blue silk dress.
When my trembling fingers parted the dress, I saw that she was wearing a
blue silk shelf brassiere, a blue silk garter belt, white silk bikini
panties, black nylon stockings and black high heel shoes. Her nipples
were lifted by the shelf brassiere so that they stood out proud and
erect. They seemed to beckon to me. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips
around her left nipple and began to apply suction while my tongue licked
it. She gasped for breath and I switched to the other nipple. Linda's
hands found both of my nipples and she began to pinch them, instantly
causing my vagina to heat up again.
I removed her dress and dropped to my knees in front of her. My hands
reached up and took hold of each side of her panties and slowly pulled
them down and off. I looked back up to the black pubic hair covered mound
and unconsciously licked my lips. My hands went around her hips and
gripped each of her buttocks and pulled her to my face. I could smell her
pleasant perfumed odor as my nose penetrated her pubic hair and my lips
nuzzled into her slit. My tongue found her clitoris, then I wrapped my
lips around it and sucked on it as if it were a small penis. Within five
minutes, she was cuming for me. Her fingers pulled my face deeper into
her vagina as she came. She released me just before I thought I was going
to suffocate. We both sat on the sofa for a few minutes until we caught
our breath, our bare breasts rising and falling as our breathing returned
to normal.
"Well, that was half an hour well spent." Linda said as she nuzzled my
neck. "Let's see how these undies look on that delicious body of yours."
We started with a black silk and lace garter belt, bikini panties and
strapless longline brassiere. Linda had selected the correct sizes and
they fit very well. The bra held my DD cup breasts in such a way so that
the upper halves were exposed to almost the nipples. Linda had me turn so
that I could see how my profile looked in the mirror. "Your breasts are
so big and beautiful, a flimsy strapless brassiere would never do," Linda
kissed the tops of my boobs when she turned me to face her.
For the next thirty minutes, I tried on various articles of lingerie.
Carol and Barbara had told me not to skimp on price, to buy everything
that looked good. Unfortunately, everything that Linda had selected for
me to try on, looked good on me. Then, it was time to try on the first
leather corset.
Linda helped me remove all my lingerie except for my nylons and high
heels. She went to the table and picked up one of the corsets and told me
to stand up so she could fit it around my body. I watched in the mirror
as she wrapped the black leather garment around my middle. It had two
cutouts which fit below my breasts and it extended down to just above my
hip bones.
"This type of corset is called a waist cincher," Linda informed me as she
made sure that all the hooks on the front opening cincher were hooked.
"You need to make sure that it is positioned correctly before you pull
the laces tight in the back." She must have decided that it was
positioned correctly because she began to tug on the laces. The cincher
began to constrict my already small waist. "Take a deep breath and hold
your tummy in while I pull on the laces." She pulled harder and I began
to feel as if I was caught in a vice.
"Raise your arms and hold onto the handles over your head," she said. I
hadn't really noticed the pipes that extended from the ceiling before,
and, if I had, I would have assumed that they were for hanging clothes
hangers on.
I reached up, but, was to short to grasp the pipes. Had I been in my
original male body, I could have reached the overhead pipes, but, even in
high heels, I was now to short. Linda said, "I have just the what we
need," and opened a drawer in the table and pulled out two strips of
black leather with metal attachments on each. She had me extend my right
arm, wrapped the three inch wide bracelet around my small wrist and
buckled it in place. With some trepidation, I held out my left hand as
well when she told me to.
Linda attached a small but sturdy chain about ten feet long to each
leather bracelet and passed the chains over the pipes. "Raise your arms
again, Sweetie," she told me as she pulled down on the ends of the two
chains. She hooked the ends of the chains to two hooks on the wall
leaving me dangling from the overhead pipes with my high heels just
barely touching the floor.
"Linda, please let me go," I said. I felt uncomfortable being hung up in
a dressing room like this. I could see my reflection in the wall mirrors
and could see just how helpless and vulnerable I appeared.
She stepped in front of me, placed her arms around my nipped in waist and
she looked into my eyes as she said, "Relax, momma's not going to hurt
her favorite baby girl." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and
continued. "This position will allow me to tighten your waist cincher to
its smallest position.
You already have a small waist and now it will be even smaller."
I watched in the mirror as the brunette in the white satin shelf
brassiere, white satin garter belt, nylon stockings and high heel shoes
moved behind me and began to tug at the laces again. She was pulling so
hard, if my wrists had not been firmly attached to the overhead pipes,
she would have been pulling me across the room. As it was, my feet were
nearly lifted from the floor. It felt as if my internal organs were being
rearranged by the cincher cutting into my middle. She watched my face as
she caused the back edges of the cinch to meet.
"Carol, congratulations! You now have a seventeen inch waist." To prove
it, she picked up a tape measure from the table and measured around my
wasp shaped waist. I struggled for every breath as I hung from the
ceiling. My breasts rose and fell quickly as I could only take shallow
breaths. My reflection showed a young woman who appeared to be almost
squeezed in two.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered into my ear as she stood behind me
and looked over my shoulder at our images in the mirror. I could see her
hands gliding up and down over my newly reshaped figure. "Everyone, male
and female, would stare at you if you walked around in public like this.
They'd all be wanting to do nasty things to your sweet little pussy." One
of her hands went to my vagina and she inserted a finger deep into my
already wet opening. Her other hand came up to cover one of my breasts.
My nipples seemed to be unusually swollen and sensitive as she played
with them. "Even with a dress over your waist cincher, you would attract
attention!"
Linda's finger was stroking deep in me as one of her other fingers found
my clitoris. The erotic image in the mirror and the sensations that my
female body was generating were more than I could stand. I reached
another climax. The cincher limited my ability to breath and I found
myself gasping for air as I was cuming. The room spun for several minutes
and I nearly blacked out from the excitement and lack of air.
"You enjoyed that cum, didn't you?" Linda asked. I raised my head only to
find my vision obscured my the locks of blonde hair hanging in my face.
I didn't answer. "Of course you did. Momma's baby girl had herself a good
cum.
And, baby wants to have more." Her fingers were still moving in my
vagina. It was making squishing noises as she asked if I wanted her to
release me from my bonds. I nodded yes.
When Linda unhooked the chains from my leather bracelets, I almost
dropped to the floor. She put her arms around me and held me against her.
Her lips found mine and she gave me a long slow kiss that seemed to take
what was left of my breath away. Our breasts were crushed together as
Linda's tongue played with mine. Linda pushed me down on the sofa as she
excitedly said, "Looking at you has made me so wet I can't help myself
and if you don't eat my pussy, I'll explode!" She sat on the sofa and
pulled me down onto my knees in front of her spread open thighs. The
white satin garter belt and dark nylons framed her juicy black haired
pussy and I found myself being pulled towards it.
Her fingers were in my hair drawing my lips neared, but I would have done
it anyway. I ate her, using every trick I knew. She came as she watched
my face buried in her vagina while I sucked her clitoris and my fingers
penetrated as deep as they would reach into her lubricated vagina. She
wrapped her thighs around my head and pulled my face into her so far that
I was worried that I might suffocate. She finished cuming and released me
just before I passed out.
Linda sat up and saw that I was having trouble breathing and said, "I'm
sorry about getting carried away when I came. That waist cincher isn't
helping you breathe better, either. If you wore it all the time, your
insides would move around and you wouldn't be so uncomfortable. Here, let
me help you up." I took her offered hand and she helped me to my feet. I
asked her if she could remove the cincher now. She told me to look at
myself in the mirror for a moment and she would help me take it off.
I turned to see a lovely young blonde female with full glistening wet
pouting lips, huge breasts with strawberry sized nipples, an impossibly
small waist in a black leather waist cincher, flaring hips and protruding
ass cheeks, a pair of nylons which, since nothing was holding them up,
had fallen down around my ankles and high heel shoes. I realized that I
was very sexy looking.
"If you only realized how much of a turn on it is to see you standing
there with that tiny waist. You'd give any man a hard on!" Linda looked
at the clock. "Damn! We only have an hour to try on the other corset."
She loosened the laces a little and showed me how to unhook the front
opening to remove the cincher. I inhaled deeply for the first time in
twenty minutes.
My break didn't last very long, Linda had already picked up the other
black leather corset and was wrapping it around my torso. The sewn in
brassiere cupped my breasts and the sides extended downwards to cover my
flat stomach and ended at my pubic hair. Six garter straps dangled from
the lower edge of the leather garment. Linda instructed me to hold the
corset in place while she laced it up in back.
Linda had finished running all the laces through the eyelets and began to
pull the laces tight. I could see, in the mirror, as the corset became
tighter and tighter, the effect it had on my small waist. Linda lowered
herself to her knees, pulled my fallen stockings up my legs and attached
the garter straps to the reinforced tops. She planted kisses along the
top of my thighs before she stood up.
She reattached the chains to the leather bracelets and pulled the other
ends until I was practically suspended in the air. Then she began to tug
on my laces in earnest. "This is referred to as a Merry Widow corset,"
she said.
"It has an extra amount of pinch at the waist to give a girl that hour
glass look. On you, it will look especially good." She was pulling on the
laces so hard that my feet did come off the floor this time. My body was
suspended in the air by my wrists and corset laces. I was making moaning
sounds as my feet and legs flailed uselessly in the air. Linda ruthlessly
tugged the laces even tighter.
"It feels like I'm being cut in half," I managed to whisper as the edges
of the figure training corset met in back. My boobs were being forced out
at the top, while my buttocks seem to become larger at the same time. My
abdominal internal organs were being pushed up into my solar plexus and I
was experiencing difficulty breathing. "Please," I whispered, "I can't
breathe."
Linda tied the laces and came around to inspect the results.
"Don't panic. You'll be alright as soon as you adjust to the corset.
I've put corsets on forty or fifty women. They all learned to adjust and
they really enjoyed the interest that men paid them when they wore their
corsets."
She walked all the way around me to admire my wasp like figure. "Look at
yourself in the mirror. See how pretty you are. You now have a sixteen
inch waist! I just want to eat you up!" She dropped to her knees in front
of my corseted figure and began to lick the slit between my legs until my
legs parted, then, she wrapped her lips around my clitoris and began
sucking it and licking it with her tongue. I only lasted three minutes
before I was cuming again. She pulled my legs out to the side as I came,
causing me to hang by my wrist bracelets as I wriggled in my climax. I
passed out while hanging in mid air.
When I came to, I found that Linda had lowered me to the sofa and had
loosened the laces on my corset. She said, "In the old days, when all
women wore corsets, women would faint all the time. Men though that those
women were so sexy." She held me in her arms, holding a cool damp cloth
to my forehead. When I felt as if I could sit up, she had to help me,
since I still had on the long length corset.
I stood beside the sofa and looked at my figure in the mirror. Even with
the laces loosened, my waist was an incredible eighteen inches. I turned
to admire my enhanced figure and was pleased.
Linda interrupted my thoughts, "You have thirty minutes to meet your
friend, Barbara. Unless you want to go home with me, and you are
certainly welcome anytime, we had better get you dressed." She unhooked
the garter tabs, loosened the laces all the way and I wiggled out of the
corset. I discovered that I was covered in a light film of perspiration.
"We have a shower in the rest room if you want to rinse off before you
put your other clothes on." I quickly freshened up.
Linda had dressed while I was in the shower. I hooked the whit lace
suspender belt around my waist and noticed that it actually seemed loose.
Linda brought me a new pair of beige silk stockings to replace my
cinnamon colored nylons, which now had runs. I slid them up my wobbly
legs and hooked the garter tabs, slipped my feet into my shoes and
stepped into my white lace panties and pulled them up my legs until they
were snugly in place. I slid the brassiere straps up my arms and fitted
the cups over my large breasts. Linda went behind me to fasten the hooks
for me. I stepped into my dress and she zipped the back.
I tied the scarf around my neck and buckled the belt around my waist. I
was dressed.
Linda gave me a long tongue swapping kiss before I put my lipstick on and
we went to the front of the store. She asked if I wanted to take the
clothes that I needed for tonight and have the rest delivered. I gave her
my address without thinking about the consequences. I looked at the clock
and saw that I was already late. I thanked her and left to go to the
restaurant where Barbara was waiting.
I barely noticed that all the men I passed turned to watch me as they
passed by. My mind was occupied with the events of this afternoon and the
anticipation of seeing Tom again tonight.
When I found Barbara, she was talking to a young black man. I thought I
recognized him, but, wasn't sure. Barbara said, "Carol, you remember
Roger Jones don't you, our school's star basketball player?" Now I
remembered were I had seen him. He scored so many points each game our
university played that the whole state treated him like a hero. He had
won trophies as the outstanding athlete in our state. He gave me a broad
grin.
"Hello," I said. He pulled out a chair for me and motioned for me to sit
down next to him. I said, "I'm afraid we don't have time to stay. We must
be going." He had a strange expression on his face as he looked at first
me, then Barbara, then at me again.
Barbara said, "We have a little time to set and talk about old times."
I shook my head. "You know that I have a date tonight." I turned to see
Roger still looking at me. "Sorry, Roger, maybe next time."
We left the mall and as Barbara drove towards home she said, "I always
knew that you had something against black people but you have to remember
that Carol does not and you are supposed to be Carol." I tried to explain
that I just wanted to be home in time to get ready for my date and not be
late. She thought for a moment and said, "You must really like this guy.
Are you falling in love with him?" I assured her that I wasn't.
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