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Tammy moved bare assed to the bathroom where she quickly bunched up toilet paper to wipe the juices from her sensitively swollen and hairless sex, catching the juices before they oozed too low. The girl continued to ponder her future. Stuck like this. The thought made her grin self consciously. Nervously. She shivered. A girl. Small. Sexy. Under John's thumb. Never to be a man again... belly swelling with his child. Breasts laden with milk. A sense of forbidden desire clouded these thoughts. She could be pregnant even now. She hadn't taken the pill after all. Tammy flushed the paper and looked down, twisting to look behind at herself. Her backside still smarted red from the paddling. She acknowledged that she had deserved that. Sleeping in and wasting valuable study time had been bad. John had been right to punish her. It motivated her... But John had also rewarded her for her work. That made her happy. She stifled a yawn and realised how tired she was. Tammy brushed her teeth, noticing even they felt different. Everything was so new and unknown, yet also familiar. She gargled, rinsed and spat then wiped the bathroom bench clean. Outside a dog barked somewhere. There was a distant siren. The rustle of the trees in the wind. Old Mr. Carruthers was out there washing his car like he did every night. It was a warm night. So normal. Hardly matching the sense of importance that the days events carried. She felt like things were gaining a momentum, that this was all headed somewhere final. And yet the world out there was just going on indifferently. Tammy sat down on the toilet. Sitting down to pee felt natural now. Wiping too. Her feet dangled down. So small. She stood, flushed, switched off the light and went into their room. John was already in bed, on his side, reading a science article. She opened the nightstand and selected a translucent silken baby doll that she knew made her look much younger than her age. Slipping on the baby doll she turned about slowly, but John wasn't paying attention. She pouted and her shoulders slumped sullenly causing her breasts to bounce. She climbed under the covers beside John. The bed seemed so much bigger now. The silken fabric of the baby doll felt wonderful against her skin. She was conscious of her nakedness beneath it. "Good night Tammy," John said as he turned off the light and rolled over. He was soon asleep. Tammy slept fitfully that night. Her dreams were erotic and tinged with a sense of being trapped. She sat at the exam and found herself knowing the answers but not giving them - purposefully failing so she could remain as Tammy. She awoke from this dream wet and aroused. Her nipples proud against her silken negligee. She checked the time. Four A.M. and she wanted sex. She bit her lip as she reached over to find Johns cock. Her tiny hand wrapped about it. She squeezed and rubbed it, feeling it grow thicker and firmer. "Huh? Not now Tammy. Daddy has to work tommorow," John grumbled half awake. Nervously she let go and considered. She bit her lip, feeling like a naughty girl as she disobeyed John and ducked under the covers and furtively moved her head to his lap. She gently licked his bulbous head and then his shaft, slathering it with warm saliva, breath hot and husky on his skin. Then she engulfed his head and sucked slowly. John's hand found her head and his fingers slipped into her lustrous hair. It was hot under the covers. He pushed her down and his manhood slipped deep into her mouth, almost making her gag. She took as much of him as she could. The thought that she would purposefully fail came to her again and she took him completely into her mouth. She would be his good little girl. That was her fate. His hand gripped her hair and gently guided her as he rocked at a slow leisurely pace. "You know I'll have to spank you for disobeying. And the less you sleep the less you'll be able to study and the greater the chance you'll be stuck as my fuck pet..." His other hand slid her baby doll of her narrow shoulders and played with her girlish nipples and breasts - but it was his words that excited her. She was at his mercy. And her actions seemed to be sealing her fate. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit, squirming at her own self administration. John grunted and pushed her down so his manhood touched her tonsils. His other hand mashed her breasts. "Daddy's little... Cocksucker..." he praised her as he grunted again and came into her throat. She struggled to swallow as hot salty gouts tickled her tonsils but coughed and semen came out of her nose. He kept coming and she swallowed the rest as best she could. Her breasts ached and her nipples burned from the rough treatment. Her sex was sopping. Her inner thighs wet. Her little body hot and sweat soaked, the baby doll clinging to her like a second skin. Tammy rubbed her clit, fingers slipping inside, and she shuddered as she came moments after John. Euphoric arousal suffused her body and mind. She knew she had been bad but it felt so good. His grip loosened and she let his softening member fall from her mouth as she wiped her runny nose. The salty smell of semen was overpowering. John pulled her up beside him and looked at her with narrowing eyes in the half light. "I said no Tammy..." He reached to the bedside table, fumbled and grabbed the silk ribbon. "Whilst I enjoy your cocksucking I don't appreciate it now." He grabbed one arm and tied her wrist, then rolled her onto her stomach and tied her hands behind her back firmly but so as not to inhibit circulation. Then he tied her ankles close to her hands. Next he took her vibrator out, turned it on and pushed it into her hot wet pussy. Tammy moaned. "Now I'm going back to sleep. Not a peep from you or I'll have to spank you again. I want you to think about controlling your urges. I'm the boss now. I'm the bread winner. I'm the one who needs to work tommorow," so saying he turned off the light leaving her to consider his words as the vibrator buzzed away. Soon he was snoring but there was no way she could sleep. Being tied up and helpless was intoxicating enough, but the dildo deep in her sex thrumming away incessantly caused multiple orgasms. The batteries lasted for three hours but whilst it operated she could do little more than bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. She took her well deserved punishment with pleasure. She knew this was eating into her study time. But it didn't matter. She wanted this too much. She really was Tammy. Tammy sighed. John had so easily tied her up. So effortlessly dealt with her misbehaviour. She'd hoped to entice him into more sex but this ... It was humiliating. She could feel her juices staining the sheets. She wanted his cock in her. The dildo was a poor substitute. But it was more than enough. When it finally died she could have some respite. Tammy realised that she would be tired and need a cat nap during the day. Plus it was laundry day. She needed to wash and hang out their clothes. Iron John's shirts and slacks for work as well as her clothes. She also had to vacuum and clean. And study. She fell asleep to thoughts of domesticity that seemed much more natural than study. Tammy awoke on Tuesday morning to the sounds of John showering. She would have joined him but she was still tied up. She still needed to study today and do her chores but if John left her tied up like this she'd be unable to hit the books. Her pussy moistened and clamped about the dildo still wedged in her. Why did she get so turned on by thoughts of being stuck? It was Tammy's submissiveness. Now hers. It felt almost second nature to her now. And John seemed to understand her nature implicitly - he should of course as he had lived it. Her small body lay passively in its bindings, baby doll around her waist, breasts bare, sex exposed, and the more she thought on this the more aroused she became. John emerged from the bathroom, muscular chest gleaming from its fresh wash. He towelled his hair as he regarded Tammy impassively. "I have mixed thoughts about you, little girl. I'm tired and it's your fault. I can't blame you for being such a fuck hungry little slut but you need to learn restraint like I did when I wore that cute little body," he put down his towel and nudged the dildo protruding from her pussy. Tammy shuddered, "after all I understand how much you want it. I really do. But I have responsibilities now. I'm the smart one. I'm earning the money. It's me who is the responsible one in our relationship. Which I relish. I earn more than enough to support us both. You could never work a day again and we'd be more than comfortable. But I need to be well rested for work. And you ... probably need to study. I've slept poorly thanks to your midnight blow job. You've barely slept at all. I think I've punished you enough. I should untie you to let you study but my instinct says to leave you tied up. What do you think?" He pulled the dildo back then twisted it as he pushed it back in again. Tammy groaned and nodded. John smiled. "God you're so horny." He pulled out the dildo and dropped it in front of her then untied her. Tammy sighed and rubbed her wrist as circulation returned. "I'm off to work. Don't forget your chores. Do them first. Then study. Maybe call up a study buddy." Tammy looked up at him. He doubted she would study. She was getting too far into her new role he knew. That suited him fine. She looked so young and cute. "If you haven't done your chores you will also be stuck as Tammy. And you'll not get sex for a month. Tammy nodded soberly. She tried to imagine being stuck as Tammy but deprived of sexual release. That was not something she wanted in the least.. "Yes Daddy." She agreed, stifling a yawn and pulling the covers over herself in bed. She pulled her baby doll back up to cover her breasts and was dozing off as he left. Tammy awoke about ten in the morning. She climbed out of bed and stretched, small breasts out proud against the silken fabric of her negligee and slim girlish body taut. She liked her body. No. She loved it. With a contented sigh she moved on bare feet to the bathroom. She stepped out of her baby doll into the shower and turned it on, soaping up, her slim hands moving deftly, again marvelling at her sexy body. She couldn't help herself. She had been a man once. But no more. One hand squeezed and rubbed her small pert breasts and rock hard nipples. The other was between her legs. Her fingers slipped inside and she lowered herself to her knees. The first orgasm left her panting and moaning. She still wasn't used to multiple female orgasms. Practice made perfect though. She lay in the shower. Sex tingling. Hot water cascading down over her small frame. She giggled and closed her eyes. "Time to do my chores..." she exited, dried and dressed in a summer dress and sandals. She lasted less than thirty minutes, putting on a load of washing and ironing some of John's shirts. The monotonous mundane actions left her mind to its imaginings and those soon veered off to torrid thoughts of being dominated in one way or another by John - notions of being stuck like this. She was soon overcome by her impulses and started to masturbate again. The dull worry that she was purposefully avoiding her chores and study to stay like this drove her over the edge. She had to finish her chores though. John had been firm on that. After she finished playing with herself she tried to get back to her chores but found herself making excuses not too. She manicured and painted her nails thinking how this would please John. Did combed and braided her hair, fingers moving with practiced alacrity inherited from her body. She put on makeup that made her look more girlish. Tried on sexy negligee that made her look anything but. This was the life she wanted. Daddy's girl. Then mummy and daddy. She looked at the time, it was 1 pm. She could procrastinate no longer. With a resigned sigh she was suddenly galvanised with a resolve she had not expected and went into the laundry. She had seen Tammy do this. Normally Tammy tended to be a bit of a lay about but when she needed to do her domestic duties she performed them in something of a frenzy. Washing... ironing... cleaning... Shopping... the domestic chores Tammy performed were integral to the running of the house. Tammy had not thought much on this before. As John she had expected Tammy to do her due. She had not realised exactly what Tammy did. It was arduous, repetitive and time consuming work. Everything needed to be put in its place. She moved from one room to the next. She vacuumed, mopped, scrubbed, dusted, disinfected, sorted, unloaded, loaded, hang, stacked, folded, ironed, took stock, made lists, rearranged and adjusted... the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, living room, laundry, toilet... everything. She even jumped online to order groceries, pay some bills, renew some subscriptions and order some necessities. It was actually late by the time she was done. She nursed a fruit flavoured tea that she previously loathed as she realised that John was late. Then she started to fret, worrying where he might be. A vague unease about her lack of studying also grew. But she was too tired. Finishing her tea she ate her dinner, put Johns in the fridge, left him a note and went to bed. ----------------------------------- "No doubt you're wondering why I asked you too over here at this late hour," John asked as he sipped his scotch. It was late and the lab was empty. Tom and Jenny nodded as they sipped their drinks. Jenny had a Baileys. Tom a scotch. "It did cross my mind," Tom agreed as he sat in the office couch, Jenny snuggling up beside him. She'd mostly finished her generous glass and was tipsy. "But you said it was important. So here we are. You mentioned it had to do with Tammy but I don't see her." Jenny looked a bit disappointed. She enjoyed her games with Tammy. John refilled her glass and she drank it. Jenny never could handle her drink and she swayed, clearly tipsy. "Oh. It does." John nodded. "I'd tell you but I doubt you'd believe me. I thought it best to show you. Come along. It's not far." He led them to the lab where he had swapped into his body. He stifled a yawn as he started the program up. Tammy's late night blowjob had left him tired. "Just humour me. Put on the helms..." He motioned at what looked like advanced VR helmets. Tom and Jenny looked uncertain but they trusted John and so they did as instructed. John adjusted the helms properly and started the transfer. The two stiffened for a moment then shuddered. The process was quick and painless. 'Tom' stood and then swayed, not expecting the extra height or different centre of gravity. He removed the helm and stared at his old female body before him in surprise. "What the-?" He looked down at his body, eyes widening. He felt clear headed, the effects of the baileys suddenly vanished. 'Jenny' removed her helm and blinked, suddenly feeling tipsy. Her mouth made a surprised O as she looked at her hand, turning it about in amazement, marvelling at its slim long nailed fingers, then gingerly cupped her breasts drunkenly, moving slowly as she absorbed the utterly feminine sensation. "Oh..." she gasped in mild arousal then hesitantly she felt her crotch. Her eyes widened. "Jesus. I have breasts and... is that a pussy!?" The tingling sensation in her nipples and crotch seemed to confirm it. "I must be drunk!" She giggled. She was drunk but she was also undeniably female. Shorter than before. She wore a skirt, bra, panties, heels, stockings, earrings, a bracelet and rings, polished nails, a bobbed hair cut tickled her neck. She was Jenny. "You've swapped bodies," John explained. "This is what I wanted to tell you about." 'Jenny' turned to stare up at 'Tom', a comically surprised look on her face. Still her partner. Still her lover. Still attracted to him even though until moments ago she had been him. The alcohol made it hard to think. And Jenny wasn't as bright as Tom most days. 'Tom' chuckled. He was a guy! He felt more confident. Was thinking more clearly. He looked down at his former body and saw what attracted Tom to it immediately. He considered what he could do to her and his eyes sparkled. With a few drinks 'Jenny' would get amorous. He liked the idea of sleeping with her. But there was more to this than just some experimenting with sex. "This is incredible! Do you know what this means?" 'Jenny' again hefted her breasts, making them jiggle then frowned and considered, struggling. "Um... no. What does it mean?" she asked. Odd. She had been the philosophy teacher. Now she felt ... less wise? "I have boobs! And they feel so big and soft. And... tingly...." 'Tom' smirked at 'Jenny's' rambling. "Immortality? Understanding others? True equality?" 'Tom' approached and put an arm over 'Jenny's' shoulders. She frowned as she realised she liked it. Liked his closeness. It felt right. Normal. Her nipples still tingled. She leant in. He smelt good. His hard body felt good against her soft one. "All that possibly," John agreed, watching their interplay with amusement. The dynamic between Tom and Jenny was less extreme than that between him and Tammy, but he saw echoes of it. Clearly 'Jenny' was not as easily led as Tammy. But the former wan was struggling against both a new bodies instinctive urges and poor judgement due to inebriation. Jenny was uninhibited and quite sexually promiscuous and Tom was discovering this first hand. Tom had been quite domineering with Tammy - something John remembered quite well. It only seemed right for the two male friends to be reunited as girls. "But here is the thing. I'm Tammy. John and I switched last Saturday..." John explained. 'Tom' thought back then laughed. "Really?! That's amazing!" He regarded John and started to perceive John's intent. "What's funny?" Jenny asked, perplexed. "Sunday night. When we played with Tammy. That wasn't Tammy. That was John!" 'Tom' explained. Tom nodded, regarding Jenny with growing interest. His hand moved down to rest on her ass. 'Jenny' frowned as that sunk in, slower on the uptake now than she had been before. Then she giggled in amusement. "So little girly Tammy ... that ate out your pussy and blew me was really my best friend John?! No wait. She ate my pussy and sucked your cock... man this is confusing," 'Jenny' said. "Oh shit! ... she acted completely like Tammy! She swallowed your cum and everything!" 'Jenny' said in shock. She wondered what that was like. Sucking cock. It must have been the drink because the thought made her smile coyly and look up at 'Tom'. He was caressing her ass and it felt incredible. "My god Tammy. You've been screwing her! Her panties were all wet from your cum. I... that kind of excites me..." 'Tom' muttered. He grinned. He wondered if 'Jenny' would let him screw her. He saw the glimmer in her eyes and knew with certainty she would. 'Jenny' moaned in pleasure and blushed a little but didn't push his hand away. "And Jenny... Er I was going to join her for shopping tomorrow. Pick out a cute little outfit for her exam," 'Jenny' said. She liked the idea of that. Maybe she could get an outfit too. Her face grew perplexed as she realised she was thinking and reacting just a Jenny would. She could also make Tammy eat her out again. That would be a new experience worth exploring. She could boss Tammy around. It would be more fun since she knew it was really John, her best friend. They'd be bosom buddies. John nodded. "Exactly. But there is more. Tammy has agreed that if she fails the stats exam that we'll make the swap permanent. I think she wants to stay like this. Tom... Jenny. I need you to find out for me. I'm happy to stay like this but I need to make sure she is," John asked. 'Jenny' grinned uncertainly. "John would stay as Tammy. Not some temporary swap but a permanent one?" That sounded dire. It sobered her a little. "Right then... we should swap back." 'Tom' shook his head and rubbed her rounded rump. "No. John is your friend. You need to stay in my body to find out. And besides. We haven't explored all the potentials of our current situation yet. Don't you want too?" 'Jenny' considered. She was a woman now and the thought of sleeping with a man should have been intimidating. But for some reason it was only enlivening. It must be the drink. "Maybe," she said uncertainly. Tammy was thinking of staying like this... would she? She started to shake her head, not wanting to risk being trapped in this new life but also struggling to think straight. She felt uncertain. Being tipsy she sensed that she was missing something. "You can meet back here again after work tomorrow to swap back. Don't worry 'Jenny' - you won't be a girl for long," John said, suspecting he might be wrong. Jenny wasn't an utter submissive like Tammy but Tom was certainly the more dominant of the two. The choice would likely be 'Tom's'. And John knew that it was hard to give up control once it was taken. Tom smirked and tweaked her but causing Jenny to cry out. "Come on. Let's go home. See you later John." He took 'Jenny's' hand and let her from the lab, her ass swaying as her heels rang out on the tiles. "Bye guys," John called as Tom left, a confused Jenny followed in his wake. They were moving away from the machine. From their familiar lives. From their proper roles. She wasn't a girl... was she? "Wait. We should go back. I'm a guy..." she protested. 'Tom' turned and kissed her, pulling her close. She felt her resolve falter. Just like Jenny when Tom seduced her. And this was a seduction. 'Tom's' hands roamed her body, caressing the bare skin of her arms, pulling her belly close against his stirring manhood, breasts pressing against his chest. Her tongue allowed his into her mouth as he hungrily explored. He wasn't aggressive or forceful but he was taking the lead. A low moan of helpless desire and need escaped her as tasted him. It was like her first kiss. Uncertain and new. But hardly inexperienced or clumsy. She knew what to do, where this was leading. And she wanted it. Then 'Tom' broke off leaving 'Jenny' off balance. She was mildly aroused and wanted to continue. There was no one here. John might stumble upon them but that was hardly a problem. "We could do it here... then swap back?" 'Jenny suggested. 'Tom' snorted and shook his head. "No. Come on." He took her hand and led her to his car. "Wait... I need to pee," 'Jenny' said. Alcahol did that to Jenny. Tom led her to the bathroom and waited outside as she went in. She entered a cubicle, put down a sanitary barrier, lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. She had a Pusey's a neatly trimmed tuft of hair sat above and otherwise hairless pussy. "Dear god..." What had she gotten into? She'd seen Jenny's sex often but never from this angle. It was slightly swollen with arousal. Sensitive. Panties around her slim ankles she sat and peed. Not like a girl but as a girl. She wiped and stood and finished up. By the time they were let out by night security and reached the car in the visitor parking area 'Jenny' was in control of her desire. She stood outside the car door, arms folded over breasts trying to look firm in her dress and heeled sandles. At five four in height and slim and curvy she felt more sexy than tough. "I'm not going. We are swapping back," she said with as much conviction as she could muster. A car horn honked as John drove by. That took the wind out of her sails. "Fine. But you're sleeping on the couch!" she said as she climbed in and pulled her seatbelt over her breasts. Tom drove the car off with a heavy foot. They got on the freeway and started the night drive home. Then Tom put his hand on Jenny's knee. 'Jenny' purses her lips. It was a familiar action, common. Less common was the hand moving up her thigh, under her dress hem and between her legs. She could squeeze her thighs shut and deny him access, shut him down and hold firm, but she hesitated. Her reasoning was uncertain and as his hand brushed her panties and tickled her lips and clit through the thin fabric reason fled. She found herself spreading her legs as he pushed and rubbed. She sighed, closed her eyes and rested her head comfortably on the head rest. He pulled aside the crotch of her panties exposing her sex. "You should shave this so it matches Tammy," 'Tom' observed as he circled her pubic hair deftly then slid his hand down to play with her labia and clitoris. "I'm not some girlish Daddies girl," Jenny protested weakly as she shuddered with newfound arousal. Everything felt so intense. He sex was so sensitive. She moaned as his fingers brushed her lips and one pushed inwards and wriggled gently. His finger was inside her to the knuckle, his thumb circling the sensitive skin about her clit, pressing against it regularly. Her resolve to resist was gone in an instant and she found her thighs spreading. The drive home seemed too long to 'Jenny' and by the time the garage door was closing she was hot, sopping wet and utterly aroused. He didn't need to lead her to the bedroom, she went there willingly, pulling off her dress and twisting out of her bra with wanton urgency. Her panties and low heels already lay on the car floor. All that foreplay had her horny as hell and she could barely control herself. Naked she bent over the bed and 'Tom' approached her, unbuckling his pants as he realised how badly she wanted him. He gripped her erect manhood and rubbed it against her lips then, like a hot knife sliding through butter, he slid deep into her. She groaned and arched her back in sublime pleasure as his cock filled her, stretched her, thrilled her. She looked down, past her swaying breasts to see his thick cock sliding in and out, her pussy practically throbbing. "Oh god yes, fuck me," she moaned as she closed her eyes and savoured the delectable sensations of womanly delight. He obligingly gripped her hips and started thrusting into her forcefully from behind, harder and faster. Her slim arms quivered and failed her as she started to cry out and her face dropped to the mattress, ass higher, the angle of penetration suddenly making his thrusts more intense, more exhilarating as the forces sheered inside her grew to a searing glow. With each mounting thrust her face pressed into the sheets, fat swollen nipples rubbed against the cotton and rounded soft breasts mashed flat beneath her. Her hands gripped the and clenched for purchase at the sheets spasmodically. Jenny was vocal during sex, a screamer. And she screamed now as her pussy throbbed with her first incredible orgasm suffused her body. Realising she had lost control she tried to reign herself in and bitting the covers to stifle her involuntary cries of insensate rapture. Transfixed on her former cock 'Jenny' understood. Understood why Jenny was so sexual. Understood how she could engage in foursomes with Tammy and John. Once roused her urges were overpowering and addictive. She started to cum and it all became too much. Her juices flowed as she cried out. Then she swooned as a grand mal orgasm overcame her. She could fill 'Tom' filling her womb with his seed. She pushed back, back curving, quivering tensely as his hips met her ass and they climaxed simultaneously. Her pussy spurted hot juices almost to exdal his as it throbbed and clamped, milking him. Through it all she cried out. Then she was panting on her back as he slid out and lay down beside her. "God, I need to muzzle you don't I. You're a regular bitch in heat," 'Tom' said. 'Jenny' nodded in agreement without any modesty. They often engaged in pet play and the thought of being his pet filled her with greater contentment. She snuggled closer into his embrace. The sheets were soaked and they lay in the wet spot in post coital bliss. "That could be fun..." she agreed. "Wow. That was amazing... thank you," croaked 'Jenny' almost horse from her cries. "My pleasure," Tom responded. He knew what she meant. Sex as a man, as Tom was fun. The equipment was novel. A big appendage that was more sensitive. Ejaculating was intense. No breasts and more muscle and size all made the experience new and novel. But sex as Jenny was mind blowing. Still in an odd way he preferred it more as Tom. He felt more in control, less caught up in the act and more directing it. Control was not something he'd experienced before and he realised he had been missing out. There was something innately satisfying in being fully the master of his faculties and taking 'Jenny' through her paces. 'Tom' felt himself rousing again. He reached over to the bedside table, opened a drawer and produced a collar and leash. He clipped the collar about her neck and tugged the leash. He wanted more control and this gave it. 'Jenny' seemed concerned but then he turned her about with ease. He pushed and slid the head and shaft of his hardening member between her legs along her sex. He tightened his grip on the leash and she felt him asserting his dominance over her. Now that she was firmly leashed and collared she found herself feeling properly subjegated to his will which pushed her buttons. Her hips rocked and his head pushed against her lips. "Please," she whimpered. "A good pet begs for a bone..." 'Tom' reminded her. Her pussy twinged as a giddy sense of weakness and subservience filled her. She'd played this game and said these words as Tom. She knew where this led. He kept grinding away, distracting her and teasing her. "Please Tom, I want your cock in me... please..." she pled. "I'm a good girl...." 'Tom' smirked. He understood her better than she understood herself. Normally Tom would have obliged Jenny but not now. "You can teach a bitch new tricks..." he observed as he continued to tease her lips with his cock shaft. She made to reach down and guide him within by hand but he gave a reprimanding tug of his leash. "Uh Uh Uh," 'Tom' gently chided disapprovingly. He could feel her heat and dampness. "Tell me how much you want me. Tell me how horny you are. Would you agree to another day like this?" 'Tom' asked, manipulating her easily. "I want your cock in me. I ache for it. Please. Don't tease me. I know you want it too Tom," she begged raggedly, craving like an addict. "I need it bad. I'd give my left nut ... My pussy needs your cock. Please fuck me again." She swallowed and shivers and struggled to think, the repercussions of her words sinking in. "Another day...?" She rocked her hips with urgency. "Don't you play with me. I'm a man... but..." She licked her lips and sighed as she bargained, "...I'll be your girl for one more day if you fuck me when I need it. Just don't taunt me or mess with me. You can have me whever you want just screw me now!" Her voice was almost pitiful. "Please... Master..." she breathed. 'Tom' chuckled at how easy she was to dominate then he pulled back and thrust into her. He knew in that instant that she was his. If he wanted to stay like this he could. One day could become a week could become a month, a year or a lifetime. It was just a question of what he wanted. Tom liked to control women. Giving this up felt wrong... "We'll see Pet. We'll see," he muttered as he continued to thrust into her. She didn't hear over her fervent little squeals and cries. ---------------------- A single light was left on outside. John knew that Tammy had gone to bed. With a rattle of keys he entered the house quietly, turned off the outside light, flicked on the living room light and dead locked the door. He put his keys, wallet and phone in the bowl by the door, kicked off his shoes and padded into the kitchen. He flipped on that light, took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice from the freezer and poured himself a drink. Noticing the note on the bench he got his dinner from the fridge and put it in the microwave. As the food turned he idly wondered what Tom and Jenny were doing. He smiled having a fairly decent idea. The microwave bell rang and he took his dinner out, took some cutlery and sat down at the dinner table to eat. Tom was now Jenny and would be keeping Tammy company tomorrow. Keeping her from her studies most likely. Her lack of studying concerned him as Tammy needed to pass her exam to keep moving forward. They might not always be together and prudence dictated that Tammy finish her studies - regardless of which of them was Tammy. But he'd had an idea on how to ensure she passed without her getting her old body. He noticed that the house had been cleaned. Tammy had been performing her domestic duties as normal. She was a good cook still also. It wasn't the same as a fresh cooked meal but the curry was good. A spicy green chicken curry with kaffir lime leaves, lemongrass, coriander leaves, shrimp paste atop sticky rice. Tammy didn't like hot foods but he did and she knew how to please him. He finished his dinner and drink, savouring both, and then returned to the bedroom. Tammy was curled up in the bed sleeping soundly. She looked so cute and innocent like that. He stealthily moved to the ensuite where he brushed his teeth, used the toilet and undressed, then climbed naked into bed. Tammy snuggled into him contentedly. He sighed as he lay on his back. Tammy wore a small silken nightie and he played with her small breast and proudly erect nipple absently as he considered their future together. It seemed likely Tammy would fail her exam. He had told her she would remain in that body if she failed. But would he deprive her of her old life? He would be more than pleased with that outcome. But would she? He was enjoying their new roles, his job and priveleges. He had little doubt she was enjoying her new life. But did she want to keep it? He hoped that Tom in Jenny's body could uncover what Tammy wanted because with the power dynamic between Tammy and himself it was hard to sort out truth from ageplay. He worried that they were not being objective enough, that the residual impulses in their new bodies were affecting them overmuch. Tammy sighed and moaned as he fondled her breast. The still sleeping girl lazily lifted her slim leg over his, rubbing her hairless moist sex against his hip. His manhood was rousing with interest and he turned about to face her. His firm cock found her moistening sex and, with a confident thrust of his hips, he slid into her fully. She gasped as he lifted her and he rolled to a supine position with her prone atop him. Tammy came awake slowly, her actions instinctive. It felt like an erotic reverie, the dream quality fleeing as he thrust again and she fully awakened. She was confused for a moment. She was a man... she had been dreaming she was a woman. Girly little Tammy. Submissive and regressed. Doing domestic chores... But she was John. She felt a moment of panic as she confusedly ordered her thoughts. A man... but there was a weight on her chest, left nipple tingling pleasantly, and something deep in her loins, hot moist and stretching. It was dark and hard to see. But something was wrong. She reached for the bed lamp and turned it on. She looked down past her translucent shimmering nightie, past her outlined breasts and hard nipples to regard a man. Herself. John. She WAS Tammy. "Oh..." Then her legs straddled him and she rode him missionary style. Her small feminine body rocking atop his larger masculine one. Her hands rested on his muscular chest as she stretched about him. "Daddy," she groaned as she remembered. She loved this. Being fucked. "You're home! I missed you." She rocked and felt him pushing against her cervix. She shuddered. "I missed you too Tammy... I saw that you cleaned and did your chores. Did you study?" he prompted as he gripped her slim hands and entwined his fingers with hers. He thrust up into her. She bit her lip ashamedly and shook her head as she rose and lowered herself on his thick cock. "No Daddy. I overslept and then I needed to do the housework." John tutted disapprovingly. "Bad girl. I meant what I said. I will keep you in that body if you fail. And I'm beginning to suspect that's your plan - which I will not allow. Admit it you naughty little girl, the only cock you want between your legs is one like this, don't you Tammy?" he asked as he gripped her breasts and thrust home to make his point. Tammy nodded in shamefaced agreement. "Please... I get so horny. I can't help myself," she explained. He held all the power now. That made her so damn hot. "I understand. Really. I do. But if you fail then I can't go back to my old life. My career as an accountant would be over. You promised me you'd pass. If you fail you'll stop your studies and start baring children. This is no game Tammy. I will not let you mess things up for me and then return to the mess..." He was disappointed in her but what he said drove home the direness of her situation. "Yes," Tammy agreed with conflicted emotions as she came in orgasmic bliss. She was responsible for Tammy's future ... her future possibly. The notion was frightening and arousing. Still a real possibility. Becoming a mum... Had she remembered her contraception? No, she hadn't.... John filled her with his cum moments later as she worried about becoming pregnant. Was she too young? She'd look like a teen mum. As she bestrode him, panting and sweaty, he gripped her nipple and squeezed hard. She let out a whimper as he twisted the sensitive flesh. "You keep procrastinating, expecting me to discipline you. This is not a game. I should give you another spanking but you did clean the house and do your chores. Besides spanking you seems ineffectual. No. I will not let this slide. For your punishment... You will not wear any clothes tomorrow and you will study. Study requires sacrifice... in this case dignity. When Jenny arrives you will greet her naked and she will choose what you are to wear. You shall make no suggestions. You will obey all her commands. You will not speak to anyone else. Only her. And only when she allows. You will not masturbate at all tomorrow. You will tell Jenny the rules. When you return home you will again wear no clothes. And you will tell her who you were and explain your situation to her fully, answering all her questions. She is your big sister. Your guardian. If you fail to do any of these things then you will be grounded and have your allowance stopped for a month. I do this because I care." He gripped her sensitive nipple. "Am I clear?" He asked sternly. He felt her grow moister with arousal around his cock and her nipple grew fatter in his pinching grip. "Yes Daddy... but... A month? And I have to tell Jenny. This was between you and me," she whined. It seemed like the spell would be broken if others knew. She wouldn't be sexy little Tammy anymore. She pouted. "If you don't tell her you stay as Tammy for a month," John informed her. He hoped that he would not need to decide to keep her permanently like this. He could constantly punish her to stay like this. That was his plan at least. "Fail or no fail..." He let go of her nipple and gently rubbed it. It was red. Tammy sighed in relief as he relented and nodded as the possibilities. She rolled off him wetly and cuddled up to her man. Tammy fell asleep in his arms thinking of possible motherhood or another month of sex and domination in this body. She grinned dreamily. She could pass... John lay awake considering his likely future life. If Jenny concluded that Tammy was happy to stay like this then it was decided. He didn't want to go back. He'd tasted a level of responsibility and freedom as John that he would never achieve as Tammy. He was unwilling to relinquish it. He would need to take steps to safeguard his and Tammy's future. At some point he would need to sell the machine. ---------------- Tammy awoke in the morning, stripped off her nightie to shower and, as instructed, did not dress. She walked self consciously naked into the kitchen and made herself some toast and juice. Her punishment reinforced her submissiveness. She was naked and exposed. It was belittling. And it pressed all her sexual buttons. She felt Johns eyes on her and felt shamed by her procrastination. If she broke the rules it was a month. She wanted to be naughty to be punished. John seemed satisfied. "You will study. If you procrastinate further I will not be impressed. This is your last warning young lady," he told her in a firm tone that was in no way playful. Tammy nodded as she sat down to join him, conscious of her naked sex and bare breasts. John finished his coffee and walked over to her to stroke her hair. He kissed her head. "I think I might make this a new house rule. No clothes unless I allow it," he suggested. Tammy sensed he was planning for her beyond the exam. Did he expect her to disobey the rules he had set for her? It seemed so to her. Tammy nodded. "Yes Daddy," she agreed. If this pleased him it pleased her. "Good. I will see you tonight. Work hard today Tammy. That's an order," he noted. Then he left. Tammy went to her desk and started to study. It was boring but... now that things weren't so dependant upon her success at the exam she realised she could study. This had been Johns wish. All she had to do was disobey one of his rules and she could stay like this for a month. A month wasn't forever but it was enough to feel like forever. She grinned, filling with resolve as her way forward became clear. A month as Tammy. She wanted to masturbate at that thought but that would wage precious time. No. It would need to be another rule. She wouldn't fall Jenny who she really was! John had practically suggested it. That was it. True to her word 'Jenny' knocked on 'Tammy's' door at 1 o'clock sharp. Tammy opened the door naked as instructed. "Jenny!" 'Tammy' cried as she hugged and kissed 'Jenny'. Jenny wore a shirt and pants and flats. She was dressed in a masculine manner but her feminine curves still made her sexy if a little imposing. Jenny had wanted to take on a more dominant role with Tammy and also was trying to eschew her femininity. It was difficult when everything she did reminded her she was female. "Hello there little one!" 'Jenny' gushed affectionately, surprised by her friends lack of clothes. Tammy was so cute and tiny. "You're naked. Come on! Get dressed and let's go!" Tammy shrugged. "This is my punishment for not studying yesterday. I'm not allowed to wear any clothes in the house. You have to choose what I wear - I have no say in it - and I have to obey you. I can only talk to you and not anyone else. Only when you allow it too. And... I ... can't masturbate," she admitted with trepidation and embarrassment. I was exciting to admit. She had just handed Jenny a great deal of power over her. "You're my big sister, my guardian. If I mess up I'll be grounded and have my allowance cut for a month." "A month?" 'Jenny' asked sounding surprised. This had the sound of semi permanence. "Well then. You must have been naughty," she says seriously with a wide grin. "And you have to obey me...?" Her grin grew mischievous. "I think we have a bit of time..." 'Jenny' observed as she shut the door and approached Tammy. "No masturbation but sex is ok right?" Tammy nodded. She was a bit frustrated from abstaining that morning. It wouldn't be breaking the rules. "I have... toys." "Show me..." 'Jenny' said with a conspiratorial wink. Tammy led Jenny to the bedroom and showed her their special draw. They looked through the accoutrements and trappings of John and Tammy's active and imaginative sex life. "I want to play but not with toys," Jenny said as she led Tammy from the bedroom to the living room and couch. "I'm not a little girl like you," It was hard to believe that this young naked girl was really John, her best friend. Jenny tried to equate the man with the girl as she took Tammy's hand and pulled her close. Tammy... no John had sucked her cock when she'd possessed one. Tammy came in close as Jenny pushed her down to her knees. She'd not had anyone gone down on her yet in this body and the thought of it gave her goosebumps. Tammy was level with Jenny's crotch and reached out to undo the girls pants. Jenny stepped out of her shoes then pants then panties. Tammy licked and nuzzled the sex before her as Jenny sat on the couch. Tammy repeated her last performance between Jenny's legs. But this was no repeat for Jenny. "Oh god yes!" Jenny moaned as Tammy brought her to an orgasm. The first of many. When Tammy was done a very satisfied Jenny led Tammy to her wardrobe. Jenny selected cute pleated school uniform skirt, a pink unicorn top and some shaggy high heeled ugg boots. Tammy was looking her usual childish self. "What about panties?" Tammy asked. "And a bra?" "Not for you..." Jenny said. "Wait, I need to grab a few things!" She ran back in and grabbed her purse and sunglasses then came out again and followed 'Jenny' to her sporty little Mercedes. Jenny came from old money and had a generous inheritance. She also worked as Tom's assistant and took tutorials. It had been in one such tutorial where she had met Tammy. As such she was able to afford such a luxury item whilst also studying. It was through Jenny that Tammy had met John. "Oh, I love your car. It's so cool. I love sitting up front like a big girl," Tammy declared as she climbed in and put on her seatbelt. "If I had one it would be bright pink. Like barbies!" She enthused. 'Jenny' grinned as she pulled out into the light afternoon traffic, knowing it was really her best friend John in there. But John didn't know she was really Tom. Instead they were Tammy and Jenny, two girlfriends. 'Jenny' considered taking 'Tammy' into her confidence. No. Not quite yet. She liked having the small amount of power the information afforded her. "You would!" She laughed. Besides it could be embarrassing for 'Jenny' to admit she was really Tom. Especially after what she had done. As Tammy channel surfed on the radio looking for a good tune 'Jenny' wondered what it would be like to have a strong ageplay bent like Tammy. Certainly it enhanced the power dynamic of Tammy's and John's relationship, something she herself understood even more intimately after her recent pet play in collar and leash under Tom's command. Jenny was something of a switch and would happily take on a Dominant or a submissive role - as the situation dictated. It was easier for 'Jenny' to accept that duality than a straight submissive role, particularly since as Tom she had never been submissive. And being bisexual made 'Jenny' feel somehow less emasculated. She was still attracted to Tammy and whilst she could no longer screw her as a man she could certainly dominate her sexually. That was an appealing thought. She wasn't so different now. And sleeping with her old body was really not too different to masturbation, at least that was her rationale. She knew she was deluding herself but she wanted to hold onto her illusions. Tammy's strong Daddy's girl fetish intrigued and concerned 'Jenny', especially since John, as 'Tammy', had so completely immersed herself in it. Last night she had been horny and sexually frustrated and 'Tom' had used that to dominate her. It had been great fun but now that the moment had passed Jenny felt only a mild desire to leash up and play slave to 'Tom's' Master. But right now Tammy was acting like a regressed girl. Playacting a Lolita. "You know Tom fucked me last night with a slave collar on," 'Jenny' confessed suddenly. "Have you worn a collar and leash?" 'Tammy' stared. Was this what Tammy and Jenny normally talked about? She didn't know but thought it likely. "No. But Daddy spanked me the other night for not studying," she admitted blushing. "Oh. Did it hurt?" Jenny prompted, intrigued. Tom being spanked. It was almost funny. "You must have deserved it." 'Tammy' nodded in shamefaced silence. "Yes. But ... it excited me," she admitted. "I didn't study..." she confessed. She bit her lip. She hadn't studied yesterday. And now she was shopping. "I have to pass my exam," she explained sounding less than certain to herself. 'Jenny' nodded. She understood. She had agreed to another day like this. And the longer she spent as 'Jenny' the more she enjoyed it. She remembered capitulating to lust the previous night ruefully. Was she Tom or Jenny, she wondered. Would Jenny have capitulated...? Probably. In her previous life she had studied the theories of Thomas Reid and John Locke. Swapping bodies threw an entire new dimension into their theories of memory and self. She didn't have Jenny's memories but she thought and emoted as Jenny did. She shook her head as the threads of that idea became allusive and then she lost them. She had been an indifferent philosophy student having aced the class because she was screwing the teacher... she remembered that from her previous perspective. "Jenny? Are you ok?" Tammy asked. "Sorry. Brain fart. So what are you going to wear in your exam?"