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Jake and Jess by Pan Chapter 1: "God," my sister said, rolling her eyes. "You're such a little creep." "So are you going to do it?" I didn't take her words to heart. The look on her face told me that she was tempted - she may be two years older than me, but that doesn't make her any more mature than me. "What do I get if I do it?" "I'll do your chores for a week." "A month." "Two weeks." "Three weeks." "Two days." "Jake, that's not how haggling works." "Whatever." I rolled my eyes. Jess thought she was so clever...and in all fairness, she kinda was. She's been an honor student, president of the student body, and I think just the idea of seeing a B on a report card terrifies her enough to keep her up at night. It's not easy, being the younger brother of such perfection. Fortunately I have the gift of the gab - every now and again, I can convince her to join me in misbehaving. Like now. "Three weeks." "You're just stalling." "Two weeks...and that includes washing Lance." "Done." I tried to hide my smirk. Washing Lance was barely a chore - he was our golden retriever. Like everyone else in our life, he worshipped Jess, to the point that it was hard to get any quality time with him at all. "Okay. So now you have to do it." My sister looked down her nose at me, but I could see the glint of mischief in her eyes. "I can't believe you talked me into this." "Are you going to do it, or are we just going to talk about it all day?" "Run home and get it," she replied, poking out her tongue. "We don't know how much longer he's going to be here." * The priest looked at my sister with suspicion as she approached him. "Hello," she said, turning on her easy charm. "What do ye want now?" he replied curtly. We were at a diner just a few minutes from our house, which was how I'd managed to get back so quickly. Sometimes on weekends we'd have breakfast there - it was better than my sister's cooking. (Jess considers herself a "gourmet" chef, which means that her meals are brown and yellow and full of totally unrecognizable ingredients.) That morning, we'd found an elderly Irish man in our usual seat. That was fine; it wasn't like we had it permanently reserved or anything like that. But when we'd walked in, he'd been engaged in a loud argument with Donna, the owner. "Ye are an abomination," the priest had hissed at her when we entered, which - as you can imagine - got our attention immediately. "I'm sorry if I offend you," Donna said through gritted teeth, "but I can't help the way God made me." "Ha!" he scoffed in reply. "Yer saying that God made a mistake, a mistake that ye hav'ta fix. It's perverted." Donna is trans - when she first moved into the neighborhood, she was a man named Don. Over the last few years, she's been transitioning - you can tell that she was born a dude, if you look for it, but it's not like it's something she'd do for fun, right? "Hey!" I'd said, unable to resist joining in. "How the hell is it any of your business?" The priest turned his attention to me, raising one white eyebrow and shooting me a withering look. I gulped, but - to my surprise - instead of looking the other way and pretending she didn't know me, Jess chimed in with support. "It's not perverted," she said, stepping forward and holding my hand. "And she's certainly not an abomination." "Kids," Donna said softly, "I appreciate the support, but you guys don't need to get into this. I've encountered my fair share of bigots in my time." A sneer came over the priest's face, and he turned back to his bacon and eggs. "Ye will all face judgement when the time comes..." he muttered, and Jess and I sat as far away from him as possible, our faces burning with fury at the way he was treating our friend Donna. And that's when I had the idea of putting something in his bag. The old man had a small satchel sitting next to him, with what I assumed to be a bible sticking out. The way he was sitting, it would be easy to slip something embarrassing in...maybe he'd find it right away, or maybe it would come tumbling out at an awful time - when he was with a parishioner, or even in a meeting with other priests. I knew how it felt. See, I knew exactly what I wanted to slip in his bag. Last birthday, my friend Alex had thought it would be hilarious to wrap a dildo up as a present and get me to open it in front of my family and friends. The memory of everyone's laughter at the sight of it was something that I wouldn't forget any time soon. "I just wanted to apologize," Jess said, flashing him a smile that showed off her white teeth. "We shouldn't have gotten involved." "Correct," the priest said, and turned back to his paper. My fists clenched - I'd never met such an unpleasant individual in my life. "Enjoy your breakfast," my sister said through gritted teeth, and I struggled to contain my excitement as the pink, fleshy dildo made its way into the priest's bag. Considering his distaste for Donna, it was surprising how long the priest stayed, ordering coffee refills and reading the day's news. Jess and I ordered, ate, and went to leave before the priest even ordered the check. We were walking past his booth when he started to gather his belongings...and that's when we heard it. It sounded like he was choking, and - although that would definitely leave the world a better place - we turned back in concern. But he wasn't dying... He was furious. * "Ye little wretches!" he said, staring straight at us, going purple with anger, and holding up the dildo that Jess had placed in his bag. "Uh, what are you talking about?" I replied, trying to sound casual. "Ye know exactly what I'm talking about!" I stifled a laugh. He was blushing with rage, and waggling a dildo in our direction... "First you defend that perversion behind the counter, and now this..." "Hey! Don't talk about Donna like that," Jess started, but the priest ignored the interruption. "Ye think it's fine for boys to be girls? Let's see how you feel about it after I'm done with ye..." With that odd remark, the priest started muttering under his breath. Jess and I looked at each other in confusion - it didn't sound like he was speaking English, but it also didn't sound like any language I recognized. We could have left - that would have shown him, probably - but for whatever reason, my sister and I just stood there as he spoke what might have been some kind of ancient language. Soon he was finished chanting. He left the dildo on the table and strode out, pushing past the two of us as we just stood there in a stunned silence. My sister was the first to speak. "Let's get out of here," she said, and I just nodded. "Oh, and don't forget your friend." I reached out to pick up the dildo...and the entire room went black. * When I opened my eyes, something felt wrong. Something felt really wrong. First of all, I was laying down on a diner chair. Not something I normally do. But everything looked slightly different - the world looked brighter, somehow, or more colorful. Different. As well as that, there was this strange weight on my chest. Not a crushing weight or anything like that, but yeah - it's like when you lay in bed with your laptop. Not annoying, but certainly noticeable. Sitting up didn't make the weight disappear...if anything, I was suddenly more aware of it. It shifted, pulling down instead of to the sides. And so I glanced down to see what was causing the strange sensation, and my mouth dropped open in shock. I had boobs. Not like the time that my parents went away for a month and I ate nothing but pizza...these were proper, actual tits. Not just man-boobs, boobs boobs. What the hell had that priest done to me?? I looked around for my sister, and was surprised to find that she wasn't anywhere to be seen. Then someone sat up on the other side of the booth. It was me. "What the heck?" I said, immediately clamping my hand to my mouth at the sound of my voice. It wasn't my voice - it was softer, higher, more feminine. I had boobs and a woman's voice. "Uh..." the other me said. "What the hell is going on?" Chapter 2: "Jessica??" I said, in my new, feminine voice. "Of course it's me," my old body said. "Wait...Jake?? Why are you in my body?" "Why are you in my body?" I replied, and Jess-in-my-body looked down at my old hands in shock. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Ew! I'm all hairy!" "Hey!" I said defensively. With wide eyes, I watched my old body pat itself down, until my old mouth fell open in shock, and one of my old hands went between my old legs. "Aaah!" My own mouth (well, Jessica's mouth, I guess) fell open in shock as I realized what she meant. I reached down between my legs, to find...nothing. Well, not nothing. But certainly not what I'd found every other time I'd reached between my legs. "Oh, shit." "Jake! Language!" "Can, I, uh, help you guys?" We turned around to see Donna staring at us, bemused. I opened my mouth to explain what was happening, but before I could get a word out, Jess in my body interrupted. "Nope! We're fine! Thanks Donna - we're going to be heading out." "For sure," she said, that amused look never leaving her face. "Lemme know if there's anything else I can do for y'all." Before I had time to react, my old body strode out of the diner, and I ran to catch up. It took me a few seconds to adjust to my legs being shorter and my body being more...top-heavy, but soon I was just a pace behind Jess. "What the hell?" "We need to find the priest," she replied, and I winced. Was my voice really that high? I'd always thought it was more low and...manly, I guess. "Why did you lie to Donna?" Jess stopped, and looked at me earnestly. It was strange, watching my face do expressions that I'd never see it do before. It was even stranger having to look up to it - I'm about a foot taller than Jess, something that I've never even really noticed before. "Because she'd think we were either crazy or making fun of her. Do you really want to do that?" I had to agree that no, I didn't. "Now quit asking stupid questions and help me find the priest. He can't be more than a few blocks from here - we need him to switch us back. I am not spending a minute longer in this gross, hairy body than I need to." "Hey!" "No offense." "Uh, yeah, offense taken." My sister started striding away again, and I struggled to keep up. Every step I took, my new boobs bounced, and my sister's boots were made for walking - not running. As we marched down the road, I became aware of some more differences; my breathing was faster, for one, and my thighs rubbed together a bit with every step that I took. More than that though, people on the street looked at me differently. Every time we passed a guy, he'd check me out - only for a moment, but definitely enough for me to notice. What was worse, though, was that...I kind of liked it. * "I can't believe we couldn't find him," I whined, surprising even myself with how high my new voice could go. "We can't just give up," Jess replied. I was getting used to listening to my old voice talk - it was still weird, of course, hearing Jess's phrasings come out of my mouth, but it wasn't as jarring as it had been at first. "What else can we do?" We'd checked everywhere we could; bus stops, train stations, even churches (that had been my idea). The priest, whoever he was, was long gone. "Tomorrow, we'll go back to the diner and see if Donna knows who he is. Or anyone else - there can't be too many Irish priests in town. Someone must know more about him." "And until then?" With a sigh, Jess slumped back on the couch. "Until then, I guess we're just stuck like this." I looked down at my hands again. It was so weird - I'd never thought about how much time you spent looking at your hands before. About a week ago, Jess had painted her nails, and so while most of the color had chipped away, remnants still remained. I couldn't help but pick at them, and wondered if she did the same thing. "I don't want to be stuck in your body." "Well, Jake, I don't want to be stuck in your body either." We glared at each other in silence for a few seconds, before Jess sighed. "Sorry. Let's not snap at each other. Friends?" "Friends." We held up our pinkies and wrapped them around each other. Jess smiled - I've seen myself smile in photos, so I knew that wasn't how I'd normally do it - and then tilted my head to the side. It was a look I'd seen on her face so many times before, but never on mine. "Okay, Jake. What were your plans for the next week?" "Basketball with the guys on Tuesday, movie on Friday night." "Great. Worst-case scenario, we're stuck like this for a couple of days. I think I can bluff my way through that. I'm meant to be hanging out with the girls tomorrow, but I think we cancel that. And...oh!" Jess's hand shot to her mouth, in a gesture that I couldn't help but feel made me look particularly feminine. "What?" "On Wednesday I have a date with Dan!" "Oh, god." I rolled my eyes. My sister had had a few boyfriends over the year, but Dan was the worst. He wasn't even her boyfriend, but you wouldn't know that by how much she talked about him. They'd been on maybe two or three dates, but for whatever reason, she loooooved him. "We'll have to cancel." "No!" My sister looked at me with that earnest look that was so unfamiliar coming from my eyes. "Please, Jake - it took me forever to set this up." "So?" "So it's important to me! I need you to go for me - I'll tell you exactly what to do and what to say..." I held up my hand, and my sister fell silent. "Wait," I said. "So you're expecting me to go on a date with a guy for you?" "Yes!" she said, and my old eyes widened as she realized what she was asking. "Oh! No! I don't want you to like, make out with him or anything. Just go and...have a good time, so when we swap back, he wants to go out with me again." "If we switch back," I muttered, and my sister and I exchanged a sad glance as we realized what I'd just said. "We'll definitely switch back," my sister said. I nodded fervently. "Of course. We'll find the priest and switch back...probably tomorrow." "Tomorrow," she agreed, and we both pretended it wasn't a statement dripping with fear. Chapter 3: We didn't find the priest the next day. We looked everywhere, we asked everyone - no one except Donna had even heard of him, and she didn't know any more than we did. He paid in cash, so we couldn't even track his credit card (or however that works). The previous night, we'd reached a mutual agreement not to shower. That was just too weird on every possible level. But after a day of running around, it was starting to become an issue. "Geez, Jake," my sister said as we walked through the front door. "Why does your stupid body have to sweat so much?" "Like you can talk," I shot back. "And oh my god who invented the bra?" I didn't want to invade my sister's privacy, and so I'd had to sleep in her bra, which was less than ideal on every possible level. My sister sighed. "Jake," she said, looking me in the eyes. "We might need to accept that this isn't going to fix itself." "Okay," I replied cautiously. "What's your point?" "So...we might need to set some ground rules." "Oh. Oh!" "I don't want my clothes starting to stink, and I really don't want Mom and Dad thinking that I've stopped showering." "Me neither." "I'm pretty sure everyone just assumes you don't shower, Jake." "Ha ha ha," I said, annoyed by the ring of truth to that statement. Why shower every day? It's not like I'm meeting the President or whatever. "So...here's the thing. I need to shower, you need to shower. How can we stop this from being weird?" "Jess," I said, putting my sister hands on my old shoulder, "I'm trapped in your body and you're trapped in mine. I think we're well past the point of weird." * Jess showed me her standard beauty routine. Actually, she showed me twice - I'd tuned out the first time, planning on just doing what I normally do - hot water, maybe some soap, good to go - but at the end of her half- hour demonstration, she gave me a pop quiz, which showed her how little attention I'd been paying. When she threatened to cut off my old body's balls, I started listening. I had no idea that a girl's bathroom routine was so complicated. We agreed to treat each other's bodies like a rented car - she didn't want me pigging out on junk food, and I didn't want her cutting my hair or...I dunno, painting my nails or whatever. And so that night, undressing for the shower, I saw my first pair of tits in the flesh. It really wasn't as sexy as I'd imagined my first time being. I mean for one, they were my sister's. Secondly, they were attached to me, which makes them sort of lose their mystique a little. And thirdly...for whatever reason, while I was in my sister's body, I just wasn't turned on by the sight of tits. I won't lie though; they were kind of fascinating. First of all, they were sensitive. Like...really sensitive. I'd assumed they would be just like any other piece of skin, but no matter where I touched - whether it was brushing a finger across them or groping them roughly - it felt amazing. My sister's nipples were a dark brown, and really wrinkly. Touching them was the same feeling as touching any other part of her tits, but multiplied by ten. I pinched them, and couldn't help but moan out loud at the sensation. The more I touched them, the more turned on I got. God it was weird - when you're a guy and you're turned on, it's this really concrete feeling. Blood rushes to certain areas, you feel it there, maybe your balls have a weird tingle. As a girl, I wasn't just turned on between the legs. I mean, yes, it was there as well, but it was more than that - every part of me yearned to be touched, my nipples were desperate for some attention. I even felt it in my mouth - I just wanted to kiss, to lick someone, to...whoaaa! I blinked a few times. Time for a cold shower, it seemed. Taking off the rest of my sister's clothes, I tried not to look. It's not that hard, really, to avoid looking at your genitals, especially if you're trying. I turned the shower on extra-cold, and ran through my sister's regime as quickly as I could. Well, not quite as quickly as I could. I may have spent more time than I intended soaping up my tits. Seriously - I can't express just how strong the sensations were... * For the next few days, we were both loners. We hung out with each other, of course, but it was the summer holidays - no school, no reason to see anyone unless a reason was made. We spent our time searching online and going through the phone book, calling churches to see if they knew about an old Irish priest in the area. No luck. Since we didn't really need to leave the house, I just wore my sister's most comfortable clothes - pajamas, sweatpants, all that kind of thing. For whatever reason, she decided to dress me up a bit - the morning after my first shower in Jess's body, I was surprised to find her wearing a dress shirt I'd worn like, twice, and my hair brushed for the first time since I grew it out. I didn't say anything. There were way, way worse things that she could do with my body. And, if I'm being honest...it looked good. But before long, it was Wednesday. Date night. "Okay," Jess said. "Dan likes to talk about cars, so just listen to him go on about that, okay?" "I like cars," I offered, but she shook her head. "Just listen." I rolled my eyes. "Fine." If I was being honest, I was sort of looking forward to the date. Not the date part of it, but just getting out of the house - I was starting to get cabin fever. There's only so long you can stare at the wallpaper without a break, y'know? "He'll probably want to pick the restaurant, and that's fine - just get the salad. I don't want to get fat...and I don't want him thinking I'm the kind of girl who orders the steak, just cos he's paying." My ears perked up. "He's paying?" I watched my eyes roll in response. "Yes, Jake, he's paying." My sister continued giving me detailed instructions for the date. Laugh at his jokes, touch him on the arm, if he makes a move, tell him that you want to wait until date three... After a while, I tuned out. I hadn't been on many dates, but my sister was a babe - not to me, obviously, but even I could see it. As well as the brains, Jess clearly got the beauty. Blue eyes, blonde hair, and - more than I'd ever realized from the outside - a killer body. Every day, my showers were getting longer and longer. You know how when you don't jerk off, you start to get hornier and hornier? I thought that was just a guy thing, but it turns out it applies to girls just as much. Two minutes of soaping up my new tits in the shower had turned into five, and then ten... One time it had felt so good that I'd almost cum from it. I felt like if I just touched myself between the legs, I was sure to work out how to make my sister's body cum, but something about that just felt...wrong. Intrusive. Like, tits are hanging out for everyone to see, but I didn't want to explore my sister's inside bits. As a result, I was just constantly turned on, and it was starting to become a problem. "And reach for the check. He'll insist on paying, but make sure you make the gesture." "Yeah yeah yeah," I said, waving one hand. "Fine. What time do you want me home?" "He'll probably drop you off by about ten." "Some date," I muttered, and my sister glared at me. Chapter 4: "How'd it go??" Jess asked enthusiastically as I walked back through the door. "Well..." I said, biting my lip, not sure how to begin. The date had been fine. The clothes Jess picked out for me to wear were attractive without being provocative...not the clothes I would have picked myslef, mind you, but they were definitely nice. "Dan was..." "What?" "How do I put this..." "Spit it out, squirt." I looked Jess straight in the eyes. "Dan is the most boring guy I've ever met." I wasn't lying. As promised, he'd spent the whole date talking about cars...but not sports cars, or even racing. For whatever reason, he was into antiques - the early Ford models, stuff like that. It was a challenge not to fall asleep. And then he'd made a move. Now here's the thing: I am a straight guy. I'm as straight as they come. I like the ladies. But for whatever reason, since I've been in my sister's body, I just haven't been attracted to the female form. And because - again, just to emphasize - I'm a straight guy, I'd never even considered an alternative. So when Dan put his arm around me, I hadn't been prepared for the flutter that appeared in my stomach. I hadn't been prepared for the wetness that had been growing between my legs all week to suddenly go into overdrive, and I definitely hadn't been prepared for my sister's nipples to abruptly harden. When Dan put his arm around me, I'd acted on autopilot. I'd been so turned on, I'd spent the week feeling so unfulfilled...Jess's arm had acted without checking with my brain first, and moved my sister's hand straight onto his leg. "Jess!" he'd said, looking at me with a glint in his eye, and leaned in for the kiss. As his lips pressed against mine, I realized what I was doing, and opened my mouth to object...allowing his tongue to enter. Here's the worst part: I'd liked it. I'd liked it a lot. He kissed me. And, god help me, I kissed him back. We'd made out for about ten minutes before the true horror of what I was doing came back to me. I was making out with a dude. And with my sister's boyfriend (or whatever), at that! I'd freaked out, and insisted he drive me home. But here's the thing - I couldn't tell any of that to my sister. "He is not," she said with an indignant flip of her head. "He really, really is," I said, and diplomatically left it at that. * That night, I had some of the most confusing dreams I've ever had. I was making out with Dan, who turned into Brad Pitt (a man whose appeal I suddenly very much understood) who turned into a woman, who turned into me. It was strange and frightening and - worst of all - hot as hell. I woke up dripping with sweat, my hips bucking against the blanket. I was so turned on...this wasn't like in the shower, this was more than that. I needed to get off. I needed to get off. Unbuttoning my sister's pajama top, I freed her tits, and spent a few minutes just pulling and tugging at her nipples, moaning at the incredible sensations that coursed through my body. But it wasn't enough - I was hungry for more, more, more. Slipping one hand beneath her pajama bottoms, under the panties I'd quickly learned were a necessity for a sleeping woman, I did what I'd never done before: I touched a woman's privates. Until that moment, my experience with the female sexual organs had consisted of a brief (and I mean really brief) chat with my father, half a lesson in health class, and a lot of imagining. (A lot of imagining.) So when I was given a female body to play with, I was pretty proud of the fact that I'd respected my sister's privacy, and hadn't immediately...y'know. Gone downstairs. But we'd started to reach desperate times, and all that, and so...yeah. I reached down, and I began to explore. Now, we'd had sex ed at school. I knew the basic basics - the ovaries, the fallopian tubes, all that jazz. But if they'd covered the specific areas of the Female Downstairs Area, I had apparently forgotten them. I knew from the shower that my sister had a thin layer of hair down there, but a bit of exploration taught me quite a lot more: 1) Lightly pulling and tugging at the hair was sort of like playing with my sister's nipples; it stoked the fires, but didn't feel like it was getting me any closer to release 2) The lips of my sister's pussy were sort of meaty, and tickled (in a good way) when stroked 3) Around the same spot as a guy would have a dick, my sister had a really sensitive area. Like I said - I don't really know much about female anatomy. I know the basics of sex - p goes in v, repeat. I figured that when I was jerking off in my own body, I was trying to recreate that from the p's point of view - my hand was the v, so to speak. So my first thought was to flip it around - to my sister's v, her hand should be the p. I moved a finger between my sister's legs, and slowly penetrated her, pressing firmly between her pussy-lips. It felt...fine. Like, it wasn't bad, but it was barely a fraction of how good it had felt when I'd been playing with her nipples, or even just toying with her pubic hair. I slid it in and out a few times, and it was nice, but it wasn't anything like when I was super turned on in my own body, wrapping a hand around my cock and pumping. When I was jerking off in my own body, I could feel my orgasm being...milked out of me, I guess. A groan unexpectedly escaped my sister's lips. God, just the thought of a hard cock cumming... My eyes widened. I'd jerked off so many times, and...yeah, I'd always enjoyed it, but I'd never been aroused by what I was actually doing. Like, I was hard because it was a requirement to getting off. But I'd never been turned on by thinking about my cock being hard, y'know? Being in my sister's body was really messing with me, especially with this arousal building and building with no release. 'Calm your tits' had never held such meaning before - my tits were anything but calm. They were very, very excited. All I wanted to do was play with them, turn myself on even more. And the thought of a hard cock being a turn-on...well, I had absolutely no idea what to do with that. With a sigh, I got back to the task at hand, so to speak. Moving a finger in and out wasn't doing anything, except revealing exactly what people meant when they said someone was 'wet'. The squishy feeling I'd felt when I worked - now that I'd explored my sister's pussy, that feeling suddenly made a lot more sense. Almost by instinct, I moved my wet finger back to the sensitive area I'd discovered in my earlier explorations. My entire body shivered as I made contact - it felt good. It was so sensitive, I couldn't just touch it directly without fear of being overwhelmed by the sensations. Instead, I moved my finger around the fleshy area, using the fold of skin just above it to stimulate the nub of pure nerve-endings. "Oh, god..." The words slipped out of my sister's mouth involuntarily, and a twitch ran through my body. That was the spot. My other hand reached up and started pulling and tugging at my sister's thick nipples. I thrust slightly against my finger, rubbing the skin so it stimulated the sensitive spot. It. Felt. Incredible. As I continued to roam my sister's hands around her body, I let my mind wander. To my horror, I couldn't stop thinking about my own, normal body - my hand, wrapped around my cock, stroking myself, faster and faster until I came, spurting out everywhere, landing on my bare skin. Even the weirdness of my mouth watering at the image of my own cum wasn't enough to stop my waves of arousal. With a twitch, I felt it. Where my orgasm was normally focused on my cock, cumming in my sister's body was sort of the opposite. It felt like the arousal was starting in the sensitive spot I'd been rubbing increasingly intensely, then spreading out in waves. I couldn't just feel it in my sister's pussy - the pleasure was pulsating outwards. I could feel the orgasm in her fingers, her toes. I could feel the throbbing pleasure in every part of my sister's body...and it felt amazing. It took a few minutes to really come down from the orgasm. When I did, I felt a mixture of emotions - relief, primarily. I hadn't realized how much my sister's lust had been clogging my brain. Guilt was a clear second - I had told myself I was never going to touch my sister's body, and I'd clearly screwed up there. But in the back of my mind, I felt a strong sense of confusion. I mean, I was a straight guy. As long as I'd been feeling attraction, I'd been attracted to women - boobs, butts, their soft skin and pink lips. When I'd cum, for the first time in my life...I hadn't been thinking of any of that. I'd been thinking of cock. And even now, with the fog of lust lifted, I could still feel it. All of a sudden, I was attracted to dick, and I had no idea what to do about it.