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The day had finally arrived when Allen was due home, and i hate to
admit it, but I was so desperate for a fuck there was very little I
wouldn't have lowered myself to. I had already had to change my
panties twice, and as i sat waiting on my husband to come home I was
running my plan through my head. On the last few occasions I had gone
for more than a few days without getting sexual relief, when Allen and
I had finally fucked, he had come far too soon and I never got to
orgasm, and on the last two occasions he had gone straight to sleep
and I had to wait until the following day.
This time I was determined not to let that happen. I had his favourite
meal already prepared, but I had dressed only in my underwear. I had
on a lacy push up black bra that held my tits up and out on display,
the cup of the bra not quite covering my nipples. I had black silk
french cut knickers on, along with a a black suspender belt, which
held up a pair of seamed black stockings. I was glad I had bought two
pairs, as one of my long pink nails had managed to put a rip in the
first stocking I tried to put on. On my feet I wore a new pair of 6
inch patent black stilettos with a 1 inch platform at the toe. I had
spent the day practicing walking in them, the platform at the toe
making them just about bearable to walk around in. I had done my
makeup as slutty as possible, layering on the mascara and blush, with
sultry purple and dark blue sparkly eye shadow, while my lips were a
shiny bright pink, and I'd used a lip plumping lipstick that made them
tingle and make them seem fuller. Huge gold hoop earrings and a gold
necklace completed the look, whilst my hair was up in a messy bun held
up with a black plastic claw, which i planned to remove and shake
free. I had also put on an ankle length faux fur coat I had found in
the closet, so that I wasn't sitting around in just my underwear.
I have to say I felt utterly ridiculous being dressed and made up this
way, but my heart was beating out of my chest at the anticipation of
Allen getting home. Finally I heard his car pulling onto the drive.
When he walked through the door and into the main lounge, I smiled at
him. "Hi Honey, I missed you so much," I purred at him, as I watched
him eye me up and down. I removed the coat, and stood there in front
of hi in just my underwear and heels, and reaching up, unclasped the
claw holding my hair on my head and shook my head free, trying to do
it as sexily as possible. Allens eyes almost bulged out of his head,
as I minced towards him, and dropped submissively to me knees, and
unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers, letting them fall to the
floor. "Jesus Christ, Woman!" Allen exclaimed, a smile spreading
across his face, I pulled down his boxer shorts, and popped his penis
into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while it grew bigger,
then, used my hand to stimulate the majority of the shaft, and my
warm, wet mouth to stimulate the head, being ultra careful to keep my
teeth out of the way. My head bobbed up and down as I sucked on Allens
stiff hot cock like my life depended on its until I felt him tense up
and release a warm salty slime load into my mouth. I shallowed without
missing a beat, and continued sucking until he was spent, cleaning him
with my tongue. Standing up, I hugged him tight, feeling my breasts
squash against him. "Go get cleaned up honey, I'll have dinner served
in 15 minutes," I said, as I sashayed towards the kitchen, hoping that
having made Allen cum like this would make him last a bit longer when
I got him into bed later. When Allen came back down stairs, I was just
finishing plating up, still dressed only in my underwear. He came up
behind me, feeling my boobs, and scooping my right one out of its cup
entirely letting it flop onto my chest. "You randy sod," I said
playfully, lifting the boob back into its black lacy home, "there'll
be plenty of time for playing with those later!"
My plan worked a treat, and I enjoyed a long passionate evening of sex
with Allen, which left me sexually satisfied for the first time in
weeks. The following day I was going on my first solo clothes shopping
trip as a woman. I had decided I needed a new skirt for my job, the
one I had was driving me mad as it was restricting my stride to much
as it fell to calf length, meaning when I wore it I had to take tiny
mincing steps making it hard to walk anywhere quickly, and even made
straightforward things like walking up and down stairs or getting in
and out of the car tricky.
I was extremely embarrassed as I walked into the woman's clothing
store, and felt everyone was watching me. I had on a pair of dark blue
jeans, with a black low cut top, and one my feet I had on my navy blue
stilettos that i wore to work, as I wanted to see make sure the skirt
I bought matched my shoes. This alarmed me when I was getting dressed
that morning. "Am I starting to think like a woman," I thought to
myself. I took a few skirts of the rack, and went into the changing
rooms, kicking off my heels and peeling off my jeans, and started
trying the different skirts on. The one I felt fitted best was one
that came to my knee, and allowed me to take a decent sized stride. I
stepped into my heels and walked out to look at myself in the full
length mirror to see how it looked.
As I walked up and down, trying to see how my huge ass looked in the
skirt, I heard a familiar voice calmly name. "Hi Janice, fancy seeing
you here." I turned round to come face to face with my mom! "Oh, hi
Helen," I replied feeling my face flush red. It was bad enough having
to come here as a woman, and buy a new skirt, but now my own mother
was here, watching me strut up and down in my high heels checking
myself out. "I'm, erm, just getting a new work skirt," I said, staring
staring at the floor. It almost felt like I had been caught cross
dressing by my my mom, and once again, as I so often did when I was
embarrassed or nervous in this body, found myself reaching for the
shoulder strap of my bra to adjust it on my shoulder. Why I did this I
will never know, and all it did was re enforce my current predicament.
"That skirt is nice," my mom replied, "it's a nice length and you have
really good legs Janice, you should show them off," she said with a
kind smile.
Being told that a skirt suited me was never a sentence I ever thought
I would hear my own mom say to me, but I thanked her anyway. We made
small talk and I had to really restrain myself from asking about
Michael and Melissa. It even crossed my mind to blurt out the whole
sorry story about the spell and the book, but I knew how crazy it
would sound and everyone would get upset, and if I did and Mrs Harris
denied it, I'd be taken away in a straight jacket! We said our
goodbyes, as mom was going back to work and I just wanted to anywhere
else but talking about women clothing with my mom.
Later that afternoon, while I was at home going through my daily
cleaning routine when a knock at the door came. I got up and opened
the door and was shocked to see a teary eyed Melissa. "Hi Auntie
Janice ca-can I come in?" Melissa said sobbing. "Melissa what
happened?" I said ushering her to come in. "It's Michael, I think he's
cheating on me," she said, her big blue eyes full of tears. I put my
arm around her and said, "Come, sit down and tell me all about what
Micheal did." Melissa sat on the the couch and said, half coughing,
"Well, he hasn't been replying to my texts all week and last time I
saw him he was with that slut Felicia Rogers." Felicia, I know her
from school, she was quite hot, but to me she couldn't hold a candle
to Melissa, but apparently that's not the case with Mrs. Harris.
"Melissa I'm happy you came to me, but why didn't you talk to your
mother about this?" I replied. "She's at work, and always far too
busy, so I went to you because I know that you know Michael and his
family," Melissa replied. "Oh Auntie Janice what should I do?" Melissa
said continuing to sob. "There, there, I'll talk to Michael, alright?"
I said giving her a hug, the very idea of giving her a hug in my old
body would have been so erotic to me, but even though I could feel my
nipples were hardening, I knew deep down nothing would ever happen
romantically with me and Melissa. "Michael has been acting really
weird too," continued Melissa, "I've always liked him Auntie Janice,
always fancied him, and he was always so nice to me, and he was so
funny and kind, but the past few months, he's changed, he's become
selfish and conceited, its almost like he's a completely different
person." Hearing Melissa say this was so hard to listen to, I really
wanted to tell her everything. Would she believe me? Could I make her
believe me? I took a deep breath. "Melissa, I need to tell you
something.........."
"Listen, Melissa, Michael isn't who he really is," I said, still
thinking out how I it would be possible for me tell her this. "What do
you mean, Auntie Janice?" Melissa said, wiping some tears from her
eyes. Here goes nothing, I thought deciding that I will tell her the
truth. "Look Melissa, has Michael been acting odd over the last couple
months or so?" I said exhaling a deep breath. "Well, a little he has
been more outgoing with me, he seems to enjoy more of my friends then
his own, I hardly see him with many of his guy friends anymore,"
replied Melissa. "Well, there is a reason for this, um well how would
I say this but I'm the real Michael, an accident happened and well, I
don't know how to say this any other way but both me and Miss Harris
swapped bodies," I said, my voice shaking a bit.
"Wha-what?" Melissa said with a face of sadness, confusion and
disbelief. "It's true, I can prove it, remember last year when Misses
Gainford's blouse broke open in class, or when Tim Lander asked
Felicia out, and got dumped a day later?" I said trying to win over
Melissa. Melissa was speechless, for a couple of seconds, which felt
like hours for me, until she finally started asking me question after
question that only I could know the answer to. Melissa just looked
more and more shocked, but then she stunned me and said, "If what
you're saying is in fact true, then I need you to do one thing, kiss
me," Melissa said plainly. "What?!" I said in shock. "If what you said
is true and you are in fact Michael, then you would want to kiss me,
because I know for certain my Aunt Janice is not a lesbian," Melissa
said, somewhat skeptical still.
I leaned in, looked at Melissa in the eyes, her expression looked a
little shocked that I was moving in for a kiss, I'd imagine that most
girls her age would not expect a middle age woman wanting to kiss
then. Nevertheless I moved in closer and smelled Melissa's wonderful
hair, I could now feel my vagina getting ever wetter, one of my stupid
fantasies was actually going to happen right now! I have kissed Allen
plenty of times now, so I have gotten used to it, never before with a
woman though. our lips then connected, I felt her smooth lips on mine,
it felt much better then what I did with Allen. The kiss lasted less
than a second, but it felt like forever, it felt like bliss, even in
these circumstances I didn't care I still deeply loved Melissa.
Melissa a little freaked out pushed me back, I looked at her face, and
it was one of complete and utter shock.
"You-you're really?" she said. "Yes Melissa, I am Micheal," I said
with tears coming down my cheeks. "I don"t know what to say," Melissa
said, she too started to have tears forming in her eyes. I then leaned
in and gave the biggest hug of my life to her.
"It really is you, Michael, that means I...I slept with my Aunt
Janice!" Melissa said with disgust. "What, you slept with her, when?!"
I said shocked that Misses Harris was having sex in my body. "Well, I
did about a month ago, with him, I mean her," she said telling the
story. "Well I if you think that bad you don't want to know what I had
to do with your uncle," I said frowning. "Oh god Michael, you didn't!"
Melissa said with horror. "I did, and I still do," I said shaking my
head. "That's horrible! Is there any way you can get your body back?"
said Melissa. "Well the book that made this swap is with, Misses
Harris; she has yet to look at it to see if reversing the swap is
possible," I replied. "Michael, I mean my Aunt Janice is away on a
school trip for the next five days," said Melissa. "As soon as he
comes back we are going to get that book and work it out, OK?" she
said, trying to reassure me, I nodded my head and Melissa gave me
another hug. "I still cant believe this is you Michael!" she said
breaking the hug, "Auntie Janice was always so vain about her
appearance, and even after all this time you've still got the dyed
blonde hair, the big fake lashes, the nails, I don't understand why
you didn't just try and be yourself."
I spent the next hour expelling to Melissa how Mrs Harris had given me
no real choice but to keep up the pretence that nothing had changed so
as not to distress Allen or my family.
"But how are coping?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.
"It's been so hard," I said, trying to hold back the tears. "The
changes to my body are so hard to deal with. These breasts are so
heavy and cumbersome, and they control every part of my life, they're
always on my mind. They control how I sleep, how I move, what I wear,
everything. And the constant wobble and movement is driving me mad.
Even with a good bra, theres still a wobble even just walking about.
My bras straps dig painfully into my shoulders, I've got big grooves
cut into my flesh at the end of every day when I take it off. I don't
even think I would mind them as much if they were a normal size in
proportion with my body, like a B or a C cup. And these things," I
added holding up my hands to show my long pink acrylic nails, "are so
annoying. Doing even simple things is practically impossible. Then I'm
in heels most days, and although I can walk on them OK now, sore feet,
calves and quads are part of my life now"
"God, I feel sorry for you," Melissa said. "It's really not that bad,
I've been able to manage it," I said plainly. "But you have to snuggle
up to a fifty year old man every night? It must take its toll on you,"
replied Melissa. What could I tell her? That I liked the feeling of
him inside of me? That I like it when he eats me out?
"It's... well I don't know how to say it, it feels almost normal you
know, I barely think about anymore, it just feels like it's my
obligation," I said rather plainly, too embarrassed to tell Melissa
that it was me, and not Allen who usually instigated sex. "But it's
not really your obligation," retorted Melissa. "I'm his wife in the
eyes of everyone else, so it is," I sighed. "You never thought about
leaving him?" asked Melissa.
The idea did cross my mind, but I quickly realised that not only did
Misses Harris not have a job, she did not have a college education at
all, in essence I had no choice but to stay with Allen. "I did, but
what could I do? Misses Harris never went to college you know, how
could I provide for myself? ," I said disappointingly. "You're right,
I didn't think of it like that," frowned Melissa. "It's alright;
really my life isn't that bad Melissa, things could be much, much
worse I mean I could have swapped with a complete stranger," I said,
shuddering at the very thought. "I guess you're right, I just still
can't believe you can live the life of a middle aged house wife," Said
Melissa.
"Hey, I still have my mind, a mind of teenage boy, who can't keep his
eyes off of you," I said smiling. Melissa grinned, while looking down
at my breasts. I couldn't help myself, so much of me wanted to kiss
Melissa right then the unexpected... Melissa moved forward after and
planted a kiss right on my full, feminine lips.
"Er... thanks, that was... nice." I smiled, touching my lipstick
coated lips slightly.
Melissa brought my hand away from my mouth. "Don't smudge your
lipstick silly." She laughed.
I laughed along with her.
Melissa held my hand and looked into my eyes.
"I'll come and see you after school tomorrow," she said.
"I'm in work tomorrow at the charity," I replied.
"Well, I'll come meet you after work, we can go get a coke or
something?" she said.
"That would be so nice," I said, suddenly feeling a lot happier than I
had since the swap.
"Great, its a date then," said Melissa, reaching forward and giving me
another hug, and reached behind my back, and pulled my bra strap back
and let it go with a mighty thwack against my back.
"Ooww, what did you do that for?" I asked puzzled
"Just getting you back for all the times you used to snap mine when I
started wearing one," she said, laughing.
She got up and moved towards the door, and I followed her to see her
out. "I'll see you tomorrow Michael," Melissa said and walked out the
door.
When I shut the door I leaned against it and sighed. I no longer had
to burden this awful experience on my own, Melissa would help me. For
the first time since the swap I felt some hope. I suddenly felt like
Michael again, although as I walked back into the sitting room, the
loud click of my heels on the floor did their best to erode the
feelings as quickly as they came
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