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Mind Swapping
Chapter 28
Tom and I slept late. It was Saturday morning, my final exams were over,
Tom was taking the day off work and we decided to lay in bed for a
couple of hours before we went to Steve Ramsey's house to meet him,
Rebecca and my new parents.
As much as I enjoyed having sex with all the other people that I had met
since I became a woman, Tom was the one that I enjoyed cuddling with the
most. The feelings that I had developed for him went beyond sex. I just
hadn't been able to control my run away female libido. When some one,
almost any one, made a pass at me, I wasn't able to control my feminine
sexual desires. I didn't want to cheat on Tom, but, having been in this
female body for about a month and a half, I hadn't built up an immunity
to its strong sexual responses. A normal woman had her whole life to
learn to control her sexual responses, I was still a slave to my female
hormones.
Tom talked to me about our wedding, our lives together and our careers.
Before the mind swap, such a conversation would have sounded ridiculous.
Now, I only hugged Tom tighter.
Since Tom had made supper last night, I got up and made breakfast while
he took a shower. French toast, honey, coffee and orange juice. We ate
and I put the dirty dishes in the dish washer. Tom read a magazine while
I took my bath. I Shaved my legs, under arms and pubic area while I was
in the bath tub.
As I dried myself, I wondered how Roger had reacted to the Barberi orgy.
Having had first hand experience with the sex machinery that John had
built, I felt absolutely certain that Roger had enjoyed what had been
done to his new female body. He would also have lost his aversion to
giving oral sex to both women and men. He should now be able to eat
pussy or suck a cock like a professional porn star.
Tom's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Carol, its twelve o'clock. You
said that your parents would be at Steve's by about one o'clock." He
stuck his head around the bath room door and added, "I see you finally
got out of the tub. Get on the move, young lady." He smiled as he
disappeared into the bed room.
I slid my feet into a pair of fuzzy pink high heel shoes, slipped on a
pink silk robe and went into the master bed room where my make up table
was located. I brushed my long blonde hair until it was tangle free and
shiny. Then, I put on my make up. Since the weather was supposed to be
warm, I had already selected a white halter dress much like the one worn
by Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch. The dress was backless, so, I
would not be able to wear a brassiere to support my large breasts. Not
that they sagged, though they did jiggle when I walked.
I put on my long cinnamon colored stockings. Their elastic lace tops
made a garter belt unnecessary. I slid a pair of loose fitting white
satin panties up over the nylon stockings. I had learned to love the
feel of cool satin against my freshly shaven vagina lips. A pair of
white high heel sandals were strapped onto my feet.
Tom entered the bedroom just as I stood up to walk to the bed where I
had laid the white halter dress. "What, no bra?" He asked. I showed him
the dress and asked him how I could wear one when the dress had no back.
He watched me step into the dress, zip up the back and tie the halter
around the back of my neck. His hand rubbed the front of his trousers as
he said, "You gave me a hard on. Every time I look at you, I'll get a
hard on. How am I supposed to function around your family if the front
of my pants is tented outward. Don't you think some one will notice?"
I looked and sure enough, it was obvious that he had an erection. I
remembered what it had felt like to have a boner. I also remembered how
it had sometimes hurt when a guy didn't get some relief. I sat Tom on
the bed, got down on my knees in front of him, unzipped his pants,
pulled out his stiff cock and gave his the best head that I knew how.
Afterwards, I licked his cock clean. I had developed quite a hunger for
the taste of semen since I had become a female.
We arrived at Steve's house about half an hour late. Steve asked if
Barbara had been there. Her BMW was parked in the drive way. I told him
that she had picked up a few of her things from her bedroom and that her
new boyfriend had picked her up in his car. Every one asked who
Barbara's new boyfriend was. "Roger Jones, the basketball player." I
told them. They all knew that Roger was black. My new parents seemed to
be shocked. If they knew the complete story, they would have really been
shocked!
Inger Phelps said, "What I came to town for, is to make plans for my two
little girls' weddings. The three of us are going to go shopping." A few
minutes later, she, Rebecca and I were in a car on our way to a bridal
shop. We left Tom, Steve and my new dad to fend for themselves until
tonight.
We three Phelps females entered a very swank bridal shop. The owner,
Mrs. Epstein, greeted us at the door. "I presume that you are Mrs.
Phelps and these must be your two lovely daughters. Your description on
the phone didn't do them justice." She said with a smile as she shook
Mother's hand.
We were shown to a room where we were served wine while one after
another pretty young women modeled a series of wedding gowns. Rebecca
fell in love with the third gown that we were shown. The fifth gown was
made of white satin and lace. It was beautiful! I wanted it! Inger
Phelps informed Mrs. Epstein that her daughters had made up their minds
and we were led to fitting rooms.
Mother, Rebecca and Mrs. Epstein sat and watched as two other women
helped me to remove my Marilyn Monroe dress. I was hesitant because I
only wore a pair of panties and a pair of thigh top stockings under the
dress. I wanted to try on the wedding dress too much to be shy now. One
of the women untied my halter top, exposing my large breasts while the
other woman unzipped the back of my dress, allowing it to slip down
around my ankles.
Mother exclaimed, "My goodness! Carol, you're practically naked under
that skimpy dress." I crossed my arms over my DD breasts in an attempt
to hide them.
Mrs. Epstein came to my defense, "If I had a body as nice as Carol's, I
would show it off, too." I murmured that only Tom was supposed to see me
this way. Every one smiled at my comment. I put my arms down at my sides
and stood proudly in my panties, stockings and high heels as my
measurements were taken by the two women.
It was now Rebecca's turn to be measured. When her dress was removed,
she was wearing a pink lace brassiere with matching panties, garter
belt, stockings and high heel shoes. She looked so pure and innocent in
her sexy pink undies, nobody said anything to her. We were told that the
initial fitting would be in four hours.
Rebecca suggested that we go to a lingerie store to purchase a few items
for her trousseau. She had found a bag in my closet at Steve's and knew
the name of the shop where Linda Barberi worked. I tried to talk them
out of going there, but, was unsuccessful. I was worried that Linda
would try to seduce Inger or Rebecca. Or, she might embarrass me by
showing them how weak I was when it came to saying no to sex. When we
entered the shop, Linda's assistant greeted us. Linda had something to
do at home, and had taken the day off. I knew that the something to do
was Roger in Barbara's body. I breathed a sigh of relief as we examined
the merchandise.
Rebecca picked out about eight different matching sets of lingerie along
with two dozen pair of stockings of different styles and colors. Mother
even picked out four sets for herself and some stockings. Not to be left
out, I selected three sets and a dozen silk stockings of various colors.
We must have been acting like three young girls playing dress up as we
shared one dressing room, stripping off all of our clothing and trying
on our new undies.
We also bought three satin and lace corsets each. One black, one white
and one pink. I wore a new set of purple silk brassiere, garter belt,
panties and black silk hose that Iwas trying on as I pulled Rebecca's
white corset's laces tight. Rebecca's waist was reduced to only fifteen
inches! She complained that she couldn't breathe, but, when she saw her
wasp figure in the full length mirror, she stopped complaining. Her C
cup breasts seemed to spill out over the bodice of the corset and her
hips seemed to be fuller and rounder. I attached her stockings to
garters dangling from the corset and held her panties as she stepped
into them. The white silk material of Rebecca's new panties made a
hissing sound as they slid up over her nylon stockings. I pulled them up
to snugly encase her blonde hair covered vagina. When I looked up at her
face, she was smiling down at me.
Rebecca was my new sister and Inger was my new mother. However, I had
made love to so many women since I had become a woman, I found that my
clitoris and nipples were now erect. I moved away from Rebecca only to
have Inger put her arm around my waist and say, "Rebecca is beautiful,
isn't she?" I nodded my head in reply.
Inger let go of me and peeled off her new lingerie. She was completely
nude, except for her silk stockings and high heel shoes. Her truly
massive breasts were EE cup size and she had been pleasantly surprised
to find brassieres that fit her in this lingerie shop. Her nipples were
thick, long and red. Just the type that made a person's mouth water. Her
massive breasts billowed out over the top of her black corset, but the
nipples were covered. I pulled on her laces until her waist measured
nineteen inches. I attached her garters to her stockings and pulled her
black satin panties up her shapely legs. She was truly beautiful.
Mother stood between Rebecca and me as we gazed at our reflection in the
wall mirror. She said, "Girls, we have bodies that give us power over
men! We can control any heterosexual man we desire! The Amazon legend
applies to us." She kissed me on the cheek, then Rebecca. When I had
been Carol's boy friend, I had thought that Mrs. Phelps was a perfect
lady. Now, I realized from where this body had inherited it's sexual
responses.
We dressed. Mother and Rebecca decided to wear their corsets under their
dresses. The dress that I wore wouldn't allow me to wear a corset or
even a brassiere. I put my dress over my white panties and cinnamon
stockings. We went to the restaurant in the mall to get a quick lunch
and something to drink. Every male in the place stopped talking and
watched as we entered the dining room and sat down. The attention made
my nipples erect. Several guys started a conversation with us in the
hopes that they could get to know us better. We politely turned down any
offers for companionship. When we finished eating, we went back to the
bridal shop.
We were early, but, we spent our time picking out the invitations and
the many other things that we would need. The saleslady brought wine and
we sipped it while we made our selections. Finally, Mrs. Epstein entered
the front of the shop to tell us that we could now try on our gowns. I
felt a great deal of excitement as we entered the fitting room.
I was helped off with my dress again. My bare breasts swayed as I
reached into my bag and withdrew my pink satin and lace corset. The wine
had made me brave. I told everyone, "If Rebecca is going to wear a
corset under her bridal gown, I will, too. You ladies can turn your
heads if you'd rather not watch me take off my panties while I put on my
corset." I slipped the satin panties down and off. My hairless vagina
was plainly visible to everyone present. Mrs. Epstein and her two
assistants not only watched, they helped me wrap the corset around my
feminine body and laced it up for me. My waist was sixteen inches when I
asked them to stop.
Mrs. Epstein said, "Many women wear a corset or a bustier under their
bridal gowns. After all, a woman wants to look her best on the day that
she is married. Your waist was already the size that most women have
with their corsets on. Your fiancee is a lucky man!"
The wedding dress was slipped over my head and pulled down to cover my
corseted figure. The two assistants tucked and pinned the dress until it
fit beautifully. I just wanted to stand in front of the mirror and
admire myself for the rest of the day. I felt saddened when they
unzipped the back zipper and removed the gown. I mentioned that if it
weren't for the revealing dress that I had worn today, I would be able
to wear my new corset home.
Mrs. Epstein whispered to one of her assistants, who left the fitting
room. Then, she turned to me, "Perhaps, you would like to try on another
dress. It was a bride's maid dress that was altered to fit a young woman
who had a figure almost as good as yours. I think that it will make you
look even more beautiful. And, I'll sell it to you at a discount." It
would make me more beautiful and it was on sale. I was ready to buy it
sight unseen!
The assistant came back with a pink chiffon dress draped over one arm.
She held it for me as I stepped in and she pulled it up and held it
while I slid my arms through the long sleeves. When the back zip was
tugged into position, I looked at my reflection in the mirrors. The
dress was layered and was light and flouncy. The skirt of the dress was
knee length and had so many layers that it stood out away from my legs.
I spun around in front of the mirror and the hem flew outward until it
exposed most of my stocking encased thighs. I didn't care what the cost,
I had to have the dress.
One of the assistants helped me remove the dress and went to her sewing
room to make a minor alteration to my chiffon dress. I was left to sit
on the sofa, next to mother, in just my pink satin and lace corset,
white satin panties, cinnamon colored silk stockings and white high heel
sandals while the other assistant and Mrs. Epstein helped Rebecca try on
her bridal gown. Mother and I sipped on our glasses of wine as
compliments were paid to Rebecca for having such a beautiful face, body
and lingerie. When the final fitting was over, she sat on the sofa next
to me in her white satin corset, pink lace panties, nylon stockings and
high heels. I suppose that she didn't want to make me feel self
conscious about being the only one who wasn't fully dressed.
Mrs. Epstein asked mother to remove her dress so that she could try on
her matching gown. Mother's gigantic breasts were bulging over the top
of her black satin and lace corset. Her black satin panties had small
ruffles and her black silk hose covered almost all of her shapely legs.
Mrs. Epstein and her assistant seemed to be very surprised. Mrs. Epstein
exclaimed, "At least I know from where your daughters inherited their
beauty! As well as their taste in sexy lingerie!" Mother's dress was
pinned to mold itself to her exaggerated hour glass figure.
Mother and Rebecca put their dresses on as I put on the new pink chiffon
dress. It now fit perfectly. The layered skirt swirled around my silk
covered legs. I felt so completely feminine with it on. Our shopping was
over, so, we headed home
to our men. I was a little embarrassed when mother said, "I feel
excited, and, tonight, when your father sees me in my new lingerie, he
will be, too." She giggled a little as she added, "I'll also make sure
that he gets lucky tonight." There was a side to Inger Phelps that I
wasn't aware of when I was Carol's boyfriend.
Father, Steve and Tom were discussing sports as we walked in the front
door. They had ordered pizza and had drank over a six pack of beer while
we were gone. They all noticed that I had changed dresses while we were
gone and the complimented me on how pretty it was. Dad even noticed that
there was something different about mother's figure. We didn't tell him
that she was enduring the boa constrictor like grasp of a corset just to
make herself more attractive to him. He would find that out later this
evening.
Since we women were already dressed up, it was decided that we would go
out to a nice restaurant for supper. Our men, fiancees and husband, each
went to shower, shave and change clothes. Mother described her plans for
the wedding in great detail as we waited. As a man, I would have been
bored with such details. As a woman, I found the detailed plans of my
wedding to be very important to me.
Tom had called and made reservations for us at one of the city's best
restaurants. We left the house at seven o'clock. Good food, good
champagne, good service and Tom being so attentive, made for a very
enjoyable evening. We followed our marvelous dinner with some dancing. I
had grown quite fond of ball room dancing since the mind swapping
accident. To feel a man's arms around me as he whirled me across the
dance floor while an orchestra played the music of the nineteen forties
was both thrilling and satisfying.
I danced with Tom, then my new father, who told me that he approved of
Tom for a son in law. I also danced with Steve, who asked if I was happy
in a woman's body and if I was sure that I wanted to remain a woman the
rest of my life. I told him that I was happier now than I had ever been
as a man. Steve seemed relieved. "I'm glad that you're happy. For the
first time in my life, I am, too!"
The night ended with Tom and I returning to our condo while Steve and
Rebecca went to his home. Since Steve's house was so large, mother and
father were going to spend the night in one of Steve's spare bedrooms.
The next day, when we three girls compared notes, we found that all
three men had the same reaction to our corseted figures. Tom made love
to me three times. I came eleven times. I lost consciousness on the last
time.
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