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Mind Swapping
Chapter 25
Friday morning, Tom and I ate a small breakfast and I dressed in a
matching set of blue silk lace undies. A garter belt to hold up my black
silk stockings, a pair of french cut panties and a demi brassiere that
hooked in the back. I had selected a long sleeved blue silk blouse with
a high collar of lace and lace trimmed cuffs. I wore a ankle length
white skirt that buttoned all the way up the back. I left the buttons
from the knee level down unbuttoned. I wore a wide patent leather black
belt, matching shoes and shoulder bag. My hair was swept up on the back
of my head. I wore dangling pearl earrings, a single strand pearl
necklace around my neck, three rings on my fingers, including my
engagement ring, and my gold rolex. I looked in the mirror, I knew that
the girl looking back at me was very pretty.
Tom and I kissed each other bye as we left for work and school. Barbara
and I sat next to one another in class. She was feeling better today,
but, she was still talking about getting even with Roger for having
forced her into anal sex. I told her if she had relaxed a little more,
she might have enjoyed it. She said that she had sworn that she would
never engage in anal sex and that she would get even if it was the last
thing she did.
After our last class, I called Tom at work to see if he could meet me
for lunch. He said over the phone, "Carol, how soon can you be here?" I
asked why. "The people from the soft drink company saw your photos and
are coming over right after lunch. If you are here, they can meet you in
person. I think that it will clinch the deal." I told him that I would
be there in about thirty minutes. "Great! See you when you get here,
Beautiful."
I said bye to Barbara and jumped into the Range Rover and drove downtown
to the Collins Building. The receptionist took me right in to Alice's
office. She said, "Mr. Collins said to wait in the conference room while
he greets the delegation from the soft drink company." She led me to the
conference room and gave me a soft drink bottled by the same company. I
waited for about ten minutes before Alice stuck her head in the door and
said that they were coming down the hall.
The door opened and Tom entered the room. He was followed by five other
people. He said, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Carolyn Phelps."
They each shook my hand as they filed in the door. The last one was a
woman in her thirties. Short with brown hair. I realized that we had met
somewhere. The Barberi orgy last Friday night! Tom said, "And this is
Sherry Melton, the head of advertising for the soft drink company." We
shook hands and pretended to not know one another.
The meeting went very well. Very well, indeed! They agreed to give the
Collins Agency a contract where I was to be the model representing their
product. Sherry said that she wanted to get together with me so that we
could talk privately. She said that she had to be sure that my personal
views matched their corporate image. Tom agreed. I would spend the
afternoon with Sherry next Monday. I knew what she had in mind. I also
remembered that she had a talented tongue. My clit tingled!
The rest of the meeting was boring business talk. When it was over,
Sherry said, "Good bye Ms. Phelps. I look forward to our getting to know
one another better on Monday." Her eyes were twinkling as she smiled at
me and shook my hand.
Tom had walked them to the front door. When he returned, he threw his
arms around me and said, "Now, we'll go to Dad's office and negotiate
your contract. How does six figures sound?" His father was happy that we
had landed the soft drink account. He was less happy to find that his
own son was representing me in our contract negotiations.
I would get one hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year for three
years on a non exclusive contract. That meant that if any one else
wanted me to model for them, I could as long as it didn't interfere in
my modeling for the Collins agency. Edgar Collins asked Tom where his
loyalty was. He answered, "With my future wife. Look at it this way, at
least we'll be keeping it in the family." Edgar shook his head and
grinned as he left the room.
Tom was grinning, also, as he turned to me and took me in his strong
arms. "Carol, you'll collect nearly half a million dollars over the next
three years. And, if you become known to the public, you can make even
more in contracts to other clients. When we get married, I'll represent
you in all your contract negotiations." I had not told Tom about me
having over two million dollars in the bank. He thought that I was just
a poor college co ed. We kissed.
Tom made out my schedule for the next two weeks. I would meet with
Sherry Melton on Monday. Daryl would shoot more photos on Tuesday. We
would shoot the video for the television commercials on Thursday. I had
to remind Tom that I had to study for my finals some time. He made the
second week schedule a little lighter.
Tom had a million things to do, so, I left to go shopping. I have found
it to be quite pleasurable to go into dress shops and try on the
prettiest and most feminine dresses. I had noticed that I may have the
memories of Steven Ramsey, but, my brain had the thought processes and
desires of Carol Phelps.
I spent the next three hours trying on dresses in the best shops in two
different malls. I carried my packages out the Range Rover after I left
each store. The back seat was full. On the way home to the condo, I
realized that I had not purchased a single pair of pants or jeans.
Carol, that is Steve, and Barbara had taught me the pleasures of being
completely feminine. I had adapted to my new body and loved the
attention that I received from most men and even some women. I even
wiggled my butt a little more when I noticed some one watching me.
After my shopping expedition, I drove home. I stripped off all my
clothes and filled the tub with warm water and bubble bath. Twenty
minutes later, I felt so relaxed, I dozed off for a few minutes.
Tom awoke me when he kissed my lips. I hadn't heard him come in. "Wake
up you sleepy thing. Get out of that tub and I'll take you out to
supper."
"Yes, Sir!" Was my reply as I climbed out of the tub. He watched as I
dried my curvy little feminine body. He told me that when my time of the
month was over, he was going to screw me until I couldn't walk. "I'll co
operate." I replied. He grinned and I found myself looking forward to
when we got home. My period was almost over.
We went to dinner and dancing. I had been practicing with Barbara, Steve
and Tom. When I was a male, I wasn't enthusiastic about dancing. Now
that I'm a female, however, I love it. To be held in Tom's strong arms
while he whirls me around the dance floor is now an exhilarating
experience. I find it amazing that my perspective has changed so
radically. Of course, my perspective hasn't changed any more than my
physique!
When Tom and I got home, I found that my period was over. I took a bath
and we celebrated by making mad passionate love half the night.
We slept late Saturday morning. We got out of bed and Tom got ready to
go to the office for a couple of hours. He said that they had the
biggest advertising firm in the state because they worked harder. He
told me to call him if my parents wanted to meet him for lunch.
I took a quick shower, put on make up, put my long blonde hair in a
ponytail, and got dressed. A white lace garter belt, suntan stockings,
white lace panties, white lace brassiere, white high heel sandals and a
knee length white cotton peasant dress. I also wore large hoop gold
earrings, two gold necklaces, gold bangle bracelets on my right wrist
and my gold Rolex watch on my left. I checked my appearance in the full
length mirror before I left to go to Steve's house. The white peasant
dress and the pony tail gave me a look of innocence. I still felt very
sexy.
I arrived at Steve's house twenty minutes before Rebecca and our
parents. Steve was so nervous about the way that his/her former father
was going to react to letting Rebecca marry him that he didn't even make
a pass at me. When Howard, Inger and Rebecca Phelps arrived, Steve and I
went out to greet them. Their big Mercedes sedan was parked in the
circular drive. Howard Phelps was dressed in a dress shirt and slacks.
Inger Phelps wore a pink dress that matched her nail polish and
lipstick. Rebecca wore a blue silk blouse, a black mini skirt, black
silk stockings and black high heel shoes.
Steve went to the passenger side of the car while I stood at the door.
Howard Phelps, wanting to have a father daughter talk, walked up to me,
put his arm around my shoulders and asked, "What's this I hear of you
and Steve breaking up?"
"Our relationship has changed. I can truthfully say that we are not the
same people that we were a couple of months ago." I did not embellish on
that statement.
He whispered to me, "I always thought that Steve was a fine young man.
Has he changed that much?"
I whispered back, "He is still a great guy. Its just that I met another
man that I have fallen in love with."
Howard Phelps patted my shoulder and said, "If you're certain that this
is what you want to do, all I have to ask is when do we get to meet this
new man?" I told him that I would call Tom and have him come over when
he finished working at the office. "How's Steve taking this break up?" I
told him that Steve had already found some one. "Who?" I turned to look
at Rebecca, who was holding hands with Steve. My new father saw it, too.
"He's too old for her." He growled. I reminded him that he had said that
Steve was a fine young man. He sighed.
"How do you feel about a double wedding?" I whispered.
He was slow to speak, "Let me think about it for a while." I put my arms
around him and hugged him as if he had been my father all my life.
We went into the house where I called Tom to tell him the good news. He
arrived an hour later and was accepted as a future son in law. Steve
asked to speak to Hoard Phelps alone. He asked for permission to ask
Rebecca to marry him. Permission was granted. Rebecca and I both wore
engagement rings. We acted like silly girls as we hugged every one there
with tears in our eyes. Even Inger Phelps was crying as she said that
her two babies were grown and didn't need her anymore. We told her that
we wanted her help to plan the wedding ceremonies. She cheered up as we
started making plans right away. Rebecca and I would be June brides. The
men slipped unnoticed from the room.
We went to the high class restaurant for supper. Howard and Inger in
their Mercedes, Steve and Rebecca in his and Tom and me in his Porsche.
After dinner, we all drove to Tom's condo. Howard and Inger decided that
it was late and left for home. They had reluctantly agreed to let
Rebecca stay with Steve for the rest of the weekend. Sunday night, she
would drive my Mustang back home. I had driven Tom's Range Rover all
week and could spare the Mustang, which was still at Steve's house,
until the next weekend when Rebecca would bring it back.
Rebecca and Steve left for his house and Tom and I went to bed for some
passionate love making. After my fifth orgasm, I was certain that I had
made the right choice when I had decided to make our swap permanent.
I imagined how the rest of my life would be. I would, by the time of the
wedding, become completely monogamous. My modeling career would last for
a couple of years. The birth control implant would stop working at about
the time that I graduated from the university. I would then become
pregnant with our first child, feeling a new life growing inside me. Tom
and I would grow old together as we raised our family.
I fell asleep in Tom's arms and had very pleasant dreams.
Sunday, Tom and I went to the gym. I had neglected the exercise routines
that Carol had used to develop this body. I had watched my diet, but, I
hadn't been exercising. If I was going to spend the rest of my life in
this body, I would have to take care of it.
Tom and I also drove the Range Rover over to Steve's to pick up more of
my things. We had supper with Rebecca and Steve. They seemed to be very
happy now that they knew that they would be married in a little over a
month. Then we loaded the back of the four wheel drive vehicle. For the
next month, Rebecca would live back home as she finished her senior year
in high school. Her weekends would be spent with Steve. They were
eagerly awaiting June when we would all be married.
I arranged my clothes in the closets and drawers when Tom and I returned
home. It's amazing how many clothes a girl has to have in her wardrobe
in order to be stylish. Tom was good natured about giving up so much of
his closet space. I remembered what it was like when Carol had moved in
with me. She took up most of the closet space. Now, I did the same thing
to Tom. A girl has no conscience when it comes to hogging up closet and
drawer space.
It was bedtime by the time that I had put away my lingerie. Tom asked me
to model the set of pink satin lingerie that I had worn when we had
first met. The garter belt went on first, followed by white seamed silk
hose, crotchless panties and shelf brassiere. Tom spent over ten minutes
sucking my big sensitive pink nipples and fingering my hairless pussy. I
came twice before he even climbed on top of me to shove his big cock
into my belly. Every time that he would make me cum, I would look up at
him and see him grinning. When he finally emptied his balls in me, I
came again.
Monday morning, I got up early. Final exams would begin later in the
week. I had studied for the first ones already. The others, I would
study for during the next weekend. Tom and I ate a bowl of cereal and
drank a glass of orange juice for breakfast. I took a bath, shaved my
legs, under my arms and my pubic area. I put on my pink satin robe and
pink high heel slippers and sat down at my dressing table. I was
supposed to meet with Sherry Melton, the soft drink company advertising
chief, after lunch for an in depth interview. Since I had originally met
her and her husband at the Barberi's orgy, I knew just how in depth the
interview would be.
I styled my hair up on top of my head and put on my make up. Red
lipstick to match my nail polish. Black satin lingerie. The material had
a textured pattern of little squares in the fabric. The garter belt went
around my small waist, followed by seamed opera length black silk
stockings. I took great care to make sure that my seams were straight as
I hooked the garter tabs. A pair of three inch high heel shoes with
ankle straps made my legs look even longer. I stepped into my french cut
panties and pulled them up my silk covered legs until they were snugly
protecting my smooth vagina and bottom. The brassiere was a front hook
model with low cut cups which almost exposed my inch long nipples. I
sprayed a light coating of my perfume over my entire body.
I checked my appearance in the mirror before I put on my dress. If I
were still a man, I would have a hard on. Even as a woman, I wanted to
play with my DD tits and slip my fingers down the front of my satin
panties. Tom calling to me as he got out of the shower reminded me that
I had things to do today and that I didn't have time for a little
girlish masturbation. I put on a matching black satin half slip before I
stepped into my dress, pulled it up and buttoned the front. It was black
with large white polka dots, short sleeved with a knee length flared
skirt. The top had been fitted to my figure and hugged every curve of my
large breasts.
I finished off my outfit with a wide black belt, a pair of elbow length
thin black leather dress gloves and a purse to match my shoes. Tom was
put on his tie as he came out of the bathroom. He stopped and stared for
a moment before he said, "You get more beautiful every day! Perhaps, I
shouldn't let you out of the house when you look like that. Or, maybe, I
should go with you to beat the other guys off?" I was feeling all tingly
inside. A girl really enjoys hearing compliments. I smiled as his arms
encircled my narrow waist and his lips came down to meet mine. Of all
the men that had made love to me in the few weeks that I had been a
woman, I loved Tom most. My conscious bothered me when I couldn't say no
to any one who made a pass at me. Since I had been in this very feminine
body, I had found that I had almost no will power of my own. At least
when it came to saying no to sex!
Tom's masculine body was pressed against mine causing my breasts to be
almost flattened against his chest. Our bellies were making contact and
I could feel his over sized penis through his clothes, my dress, slip
and panties. I could feel my muscles relaxing as my body began to be
sexually aroused and ready to surrender to any thing that he wanted to
do to it. Tom had more will power than I did. He said, "When we get home
tonight, I'm going to screw you silly!" He kissed me again and let me
go. I reluctantly with drew my arms from around his neck.
Tom went to work and I went to the university. Barbara was saving a seat
beside her in the front row. I had just sat down when Dr. Lambert
entered the room. His lecture was interesting, as usual. Wednesday would
be our last day of class and we would have an exam then. There would be
no final exam during test week. Class was concluded and I tried to sneak
out without the Professor noticing. He called my name and asked me to
stay after class.
"Ms Phelps, you look extra nice today. Please follow me to my office and
we'll do a little research." I meekly followed him to his office. I
wanted these meetings to stop. I was engaged to Tom and should not be
having sex with all these other people. However, by the time that we
were in his private office and he had locked the door, my vagina was
moist in anticipation. I felt embarrassed because I knew that I was
nothing more than a slut.
"Did you do as I told you? I told you last week not to wear panties." I
had forgotten. Dr. Lambert's fingers lifted the hem of my dress and slip
until he could see my patterned black satin panties. "Young lady, hold
your dress up while I take your panties off." I held my dress and slip
around my waist as my satin panties slid over my silk hose. "Now, remove
your dress."
I didn't resist the order. I unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the front
of my dress. I laid my clothing in the spare office chair. "Remove your
bra and slip, too." I laid them on top of my dress. I still wore my
garter belt, silk stockings, high heels and gloves. He cleared off the
top of his desk and said, "Seeing you like that makes my tongue hard!
Lay down here and let me eat that delicious cunt." I did as I was
instructed.
Dr. Lambert's tongue licked from my anus to my clitoris repeatedly. My
vagina was becoming so hot and wet that when he stopped licking, he was
able to shove his hard cock all the way inside of my pussy in one
stroke. He had unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall around his
ankles. I wrapped my silk encased legs around his buttocks and locked my
ankles together. I came twice before his cock spurted his cum into me.
Still panting, I lay on the top of his desk as he withdrew. My chest was
rising and falling rapidly as I recovered from my orgasms. When he
helped me to my feet, he said, "For disobeying me, I will keep your
panties, bra and slip. You can have them back after class on Wednesday."
I tried to explain to him that I had a meeting this afternoon and that I
needed my undies, but, he would not change his mind. I left his office
with my breasts bobbling under my polka dotted dress and his cum
dribbling down one of my thighs.
Barbara was waiting in the hallway. She had me follow her back down to
the basement ladies' room where she pushed me against the wall and
lifted my dress to see that my shaven vagina was completely unprotected.
"I honestly don't know what to do with you! Here you are again, walking
around in public without any panties!" One of her hands cupped one of my
braless breasts through the material of my dress. "My, my, my! You're
not wearing a brassiere, either! What a naughty little girl you are!"
One of the stall doors opened and the two women basketball players who
had caught me with my face in Barbara's pussy last week, came out. The
white one spoke first, "We've waited on you two to come back here every
day since last week. We'd almost given up hope of ever catching the two
of you in the act again."
I looked at the door and thought about running, but the black basketball
player stood in front of it. She said, "Blondie, I've dreamed about you
and the way you eat pussy. It makes me wet." She moved to within a few
inches of me. She was about six foot three inches tall. I felt the
familiar weakness flow through my body as it surrendered itself to her.
Her fingers lifted the hem of my dress until she could easily see the
tops of my stockings, my shaven vagina and my black satin garter belt.
"I'll tell you something, girlfriend, I'm going to eat your pussy like
no one has ever eaten you pussy before! now hold your dress up out of my
way."
I did as she had ordered me to. She went to her knees as her soft lips
and tongue licked and kissed their way all over my belly and thighs. By
the time that she sunk her tongue inside of my pussy, I was hers to do
with as she wished. When her tongue liked my clitoris, I was her sex
slave. She pulled her tongue out of my pussy, where it had been reaching
deep inside me, and she said, "What have you been doing this morning.
You taste like male cum." I blushed as I told her that I had made love
this morning.
"Love? Hell, girl, you were fucked. Women make love. All a man does is
fuck up some good eating pussy!" Her tongue went back to work on my
clitoris and I spread my legs farther apart to give her more room. The
white basketball player was on her knees, between Barbara's legs, eating
her pussy, too.
Barbara and I both came several times. I had reached my third orgasm
when my knees buckled and gave way. I had never felt a tongue as long as
the one buried deep in my pussy. The way it wiggled almost drove me out
of my mind. She had to hold me up until I recovered from my massive
orgasm. "You sure do squeal when you cum!" I heard her saying as the
earth stopped spinning. She stood up and cupped her hands under my
breasts. "You have some fantastic melons here. So big and firm. And what
big nipples!" She pinched both nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers and I almost swooned as the sensations coursed through my
body.
Her soft wet lips kissed mine and her long tongue snaked into my mouth
and down my throat. It was as if I was deep throating a normal sized
penis, except, it wiggled in all directions! No wonder I had experienced
such violent orgasms. She pulled her tongue out of my throat and said,
"Blondie, the way you swallowed my entire tongue, I bet you are one hell
of a cock sucker!" I only smiled as I looked up into her big brown eyes.
We kissed again.
Barbara and I got to our next class late. The instructor had already
handed out the exams. We sat down and began to answer the questions. I
had a hard time concentrating. I kept thinking about the talented tongue
that Lalonda had used on me. She had invited me to her apartment
tonight. I had told her that I had a business meeting that would take
all evening. Barbara and I had agreed to meet them in the basement
ladies' room Wednesday morning. I tried harder to concentrate on the
test questions.
When classes and exams were over for the day, I said good bye to Barbara
and called Tom's office from the car phone in the Range Rover. He said
that Sherry Melton had called and left her number for me to call. I
called it and she said for me to meet her at an exclusive downtown
restaurant.
I let the parking attendant park the Range Rover as I went in to the
restaurant. I was conscious of my DD breasts wobbling slightly on my
chest as I walked through the waiting area and asked the head waiter if
Mrs. Melton was here yet. He led me to a private dining room where
Sherry was waiting in a booth. I sat down and the head waiter left.
Sherry noticed that my breasts bobbled as I sat down and scooted across
the seat. She smiled as she slid next to me and kissed my cheek. I
turned my head to face her, bringing our lips in line. Our lipstick
coated lips pressed together as we kissed. We quickly broke contact as
we heard a waiter opening the door.
Sherry already had a drink. She ordered one for me and another for
herself. We talked about the modeling contract and what my duties would
be. Her hand was under the table the entire time that the waiter was
taking our order and serving us our drinks and food. Luckily, the table
cloth was so long that it reached the floor all the way around the
table. She had not taken long to discover that I wore no panties and her
fingers rubbed my clit or stroked in and out of my pussy the entire
time. It was extremely difficult for me to pretend that nothing was
happening under the table.
I came as soon as the waiter left the room. Sherry's fingers continued
to rub my clit until I pushed her hand away. I placed my hand in her lap
and pulled her skirt all the way up. I pushed the table cloth out of the
way and could see that she had on a pair of cinnamon colored nylon
stockings. The reinforced tops were held in place by a white garter
belt. I could even see a glimpse of the crotchband of a white pair of
silk panties.
I slid down under the table. Getting on my knees between Sherry's legs,
I began to kiss her nylon covered legs. I kissed my way up one thigh
until I reached the bare skin above the reinforced tops, switched to the
other thigh and kissed my way down to the knee and back up. She was
moaning for me to finish her when the door opened and the waiter re
entered the room. This time, it was Sherry's turn to try to act normal
as I slowly kissed every square inch of her bare inner thigh flesh.
The waiter asked where I had gone, Sherry said I had gone to powder my
nose. She ordered lunch for both of us in a strained voice as I licked
my tongue up the center of the silk crotchband of her panties. The
waiter left the room. The fingers of my left hand pulled the panty
material to one side as my tongue plunged into her slit and found her
clit. She moaned loudly! I licked her clit until she came.
I had just sat down in my seat, used my compact mirror to fix my hair
and touch up my lipstick when the waiter reappeared with our lunch. For
me, it was desert.
Tom was glad to hear that our meeting had went well. I didn't tell him
everything. We made passionate love again that night. No one made me cum
any better than Tom. Sex with other people wasn't necessarilly better.
But, it was exciting!
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