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Sunday Funday By Selene Victoria [email protected] It was one of those days where I didn't wake up until the sun streamed across the bed and into my eyes. I hadn't had a particularly late night, nor a hard one, but given the rare opportunity to sleep in, I took it. Sunday was my only day off that week, and I had been swamped with projects and deadlines since practically longer than I could remember. My wife Catalina was already awake next to me and, judging by the wild- eyed, crooked grin she gave me, she had been for some time. "Adam and Jenn cancelled." Adam and Jenn were our closest couple friends, with whom we had scheduled brunch that day at a French bistro a couple of towns over. We'd been trying to find the time for months, and now they'd flaked at the last minute. "Why are you so excited?" Catalina tossed her wavy, mid-back-length black hair from her left to her right shoulder and bit her lip. She had classic Spanish features--carefully trimmed brows, a prominent but slim nose, fair skin and dark brown eyes. "Because I know what we could do." I cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's that, Cat?" "Oh, nothing, Seiji. Just this." She reached under the covers and grabbed my cock, already stiffening with anticipation. "This day's looking brighter already." I turned towards her and went in for an unrestrained, sloppy kiss. I may have just awoken, but I meant it. She had relatively thin lips with a Cupid's bow, and she knew how to use them. She stroked me up and down as I rose to the occasion. She reached over to her nightstand for a small black paper bag with the Lush logo on it, pulling out a strawberry-scented body bar. She put it in between her ample 40DD-size breasts, tucked in to a satin-top negligee. "Time for a little warm-up," she said with a smirk. "Nobody wants to pull anything," I joked back. "Speak for yourself." She took hold of my cock and tugged it slowly from base to tip. She yanked back the covers and gripped the base while taking me into her mouth. She took her time, bobbing up and down in slow strokes until I was hard as a diamond. She pulled back quickly, getting up off the bed. "Come over here." I was used to her quiet sexuality, where I always had to make the first move, but she gave as good as she got. We'd been together for four years, starting in our late 20s and now that we were entering our mid- 30s, I suddenly was seeing a different side of her. I didn't mind at all. I scooted over to her side of the bed, spreading my legs slightly to offer her easy access. She had rubbed the body bar over her d?colletage and now her cleavage was well lubricated. She knelt down, stripped down, and started stroking my cock between her tits. Our bed was low, with a frame that hovered just barely off the floor, allowing her to reach me at the right height even with her 5'4" stature. "Oh shit! It's been too long," I moaned as she squeezed her breasts together, getting a tighter hold on me. She put her palms on her nipples, breathing heavier and heavier as she grazed my shaft with her pinky. She flicked her tongue on the head of my cock and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I started to pull back, thinking she was going to want more than just pleasuring me with a little side stimulation. It was already too late. I came in explosive spurts on her lips, neck, and all over her chest. I was embarrassed, even if I wasn't surprised. It had been too long, with my work and hers leaving us too exhausted for more than a few times a month. "I'm sorry babe. I wish I could have lasted longer, but that was fucking amazing." "I agree with you on both counts, but don't be sorry. We've got all day." "That's true." I swallowed into my dry throat, feeling my excitement rise, not fall. I wasn't about to pass out like usual. At first I chalked it up to morning sex, but something felt different. My cock may not have been limp, but I still felt it buzzing with post-orgasm endorphins. "I'm out of commission for the moment, but that doesn't mean I can't return the favor." "There's the spirit. Remember when we first got together?" "Of course." Ours had been an instant attraction, and we knew right away that nobody else was ever going to hold our interest ever again. When we had the chance, we'd get out of bed as the sun was setting, having exhausted every bit of our sexual energies, or so we thought until after dinner. "Then it's time to get to work. I've got to get my rocks off too." She ran her fingers through her hair again, this time her hands springing free much more quickly, just above the shoulder. Huh. I could've sworn there was more just a few minutes ago. Catalina pushed me back on the bed with firm ease. I hit the mattress with a softer landing than I expected. "Make sure you're not too gentle. I can take it." She had surprised me again. Early on, I had always been a bit too rough once I really got into things. She knew I didn't mean to, but warned me anyway. Now she was like an animal. No, not just an animal. An alpha who wasn't afraid to get what she wanted, what she needed. She started kissing me again with urgency and passion. My cum was still on her lips, but she didn't seem to give her any pause. Somehow I wasn't fazed either. I won't pretend that my juices had an amazing smell or taste, but I wasn't grossed out in the least. I was only more turned on by the abandon with which she was pursuing me. Did she know that she hadn't cleaned herself up? Did she care? "I need you to suck them!" Catalina exhorted as she lowered her tits in my face. I was on my way to doing just that when I saw the cum I had splattered all over her chest. Something inside me needed to have all that in my mouth before I did anything else. I greedily slurped up the load I had blown on her, swallowing it all. Was this a new kink I'd never discovered? "So be it," I thought, I was too turned on to deny it. Having cleaned her up with a last flick of my tongue, I turned my attention to her right breast. I sucked on the nipple, taking the aureola into my mouth. "Harder!" she cried, dropping her voice slightly in pitch. I grazed her nipple with my teeth, lightly biting down, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her moan. She straddled me as if to take me inside her pussy, but I knew that wasn't going to happen thanks to what we had just done. She was clearly up for anything, as even her juicy slit instantly lubricated my still mostly limp member. I was still sensitive, even though I couldn't feel myself lengthening as I usually would. I had some experience with trying to get her off after I'd finished, so I had a few ideas of what I could do. "You've got two hands, get creative," she commanded as she ground her pussy against me. Not taking my mouth off her right nipple, I took her entire left breast into my left hand. "That can't be right," I thought. "She's way bigger than that" The thought flew out of my head as I focused on her pussy. If my dick couldn't penetrate her, my fingers could. As my dick was mashed into the lower reach of her sex, I reached for her clit, stroking it slowly at first with my index finger, then speeding up along with her tempo. "I need more," she growled. Her usual mezzo soprano had dropped to an alto. I chalked it up to her animal urges taking over. I took my middle and ring fingers and immediately found purchase in the inner depths of her pussy. I usually had to work my way in in slow strokes, but it felt like I was all the way in the third thrust of her hips. She needed to get off badly, and I knew it was my duty to get her there. She had found a cadence in her hips, now she increased the tempo. First a loping andante, then a steady moderato, and finally accelerating into a frenzied presto. She was building to her climax, though I knew that wouldn't necessarily be the end of things once she came. She started voicelessly grunting with each thrust, finally releasing a slow breath as she orgasmed, I had expected her to stick around and grind out another, smaller, orgasm or two, but she rolled over, breathing heavily. "Holy shit. That was intense." I couldn't disagree, only nodding.as I exhaled in a daze. "I've never seen you take charge like that, I won't lie, I kind of liked it." "I don't mind feeling in control," she said, testing the truth of her words, Seeming satisfied, she sprung up. "I'm gonna rinse off." Seeing her rear as she stood up, I noticed some muscle tone I'd never seen before through her glutes, her mid-back, and up to her shoulders. Not as much bulk as you'd expect from a female bodybuilder, but still more than the soft curves I'd been used to. She strode off, showing subtle bulges in her thighs as she crossed the room to go to the bathroom. Her hair, now at an ear-length bob bounced with each step. I heard the metallic squeak of our shower starting. I was still reeling. There were so many changes happening, and I'd only just now gotten the time to take many of them in, We'd been looking for an end to our rut, or lack thereof. Is that why this, whatever it was, was happening? I looked down at my crotch and found a mat of juice-smeared pubic hair just failing to conceal my now semi-erect dick. I was nowhere near my usual six inches, but I was pointing at a near 90 degree angle. I wasn't sure our shenanigans were done for the day, but with the buzzing in my crotch, I couldn't resist taking my right thumb and forefinger and stroking myself. I varied the slow strokes with the quicker ones and found it all felt amazing, even if I didn't feel the familiar build to the point of inevitability. My nipples started to tingle and at first I thought I was getting cold. I then realized I needed to touch them just as badly as I continued to stroke myself. I took my left hand and tweaked my left nipple, then the right, They were both sticking straight out a full quarter inch as I alternated between them every few minutes. I found myself enjoying the slower build as I hear a contralto voice yell, "WHAT THE FUCK???" from the shower, I raced over, feeling cool air on my face and brushing my bangs out of my eyes as I entered the bathroom. I had little time to dwell on the fact that I'd never had to do that before, as I focused my attention on Catalina. Her hair was only slightly over her eyes, looking like a thicker version of the classic emo-kid cut from ten-plus years ago. Where once I had towered over her at 5'10", our eyes were now about level. Her brows had thickened to their natural state, and her jawline had rounded considerably instead of coming to its usual point. Her shoulders were broader, and her breasts looked more like the pecs of someone who had stopped going to the gym regularly. "Almost like a m-" I almost uttered in amazement as Catalina cut me off. "Look at me! I'm a freak!" Where she would usually have been sobbing, she was shaking inner head in disbelief as she pointed with both of her now more substantial hands at her crotch, Her pussy was...almost not there at all, constituting a shallow ravine below her swollen clit. Her clit was the size of a grape and fully protruding out above the rapidly healing divide. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I wasn't disgusted, as Cat seemed to expect me to be. I was mesmerized. I had to have it, then and there. "You're beautiful," I said in a countertenor that sounded strange to my ears. I dropped to my knees and immediately took her into my mouth, The texture of her clit had changed. I'd gone down on her enough times to remember how slippery it could be when I was trying to keep it between my lips as I tongued her. This was different, with a skin texture that reminded me much more of my cock. She smelled wonderful right out of the shower, although I realized she must have used my Old Spice body wash, maybe by mistake. It was intoxicating. Cat started moaning, and I found myself doing the same. We'd crossed voices now, my moans with the lighter body of an alto, and hers down below me with a tenor's bite. I grabbed her ass to bring her closer to me and finally got to feel the muscle tone I'd seen developing before, I'm really going to enjoy this, I thought as I buried my face in her crotch, settling into a piston motion as she bucked her hips towards my head. I was energized by the idea that i was going to get her off while on my knees. The tingling in my nipples had never gone away, I took my left hand off her ass and tweaked my nipple again, finding much more to hold onto than before. I didn't fill my hand, which I thought seemed more slender than I remembered. As if to illustrate a point, my wedding ring slipped off my finger and clattered to the ground. "Oh babe, I'm going to--" Cat let out a low, guttural grunt as she released...something. It wasn't the type or size of load I was used to filling her with. This was a bit more milky and loose, but it was more than I'd ever seen her come before. She had never been a squirter. I swallowed it down in one gulp. "I've gotta go lie down," Cat said, clearly shaky on her feet. I got up from the floor and tilted my head up to look into her eyes for the first time, her hair was slicked back and appeared shaved at the sides, "Dont worry about it, We've got all day," She staggered off to bed, leaving me in the bathroom with more time to evaluate whatever was going on with me. Time to take inventory. Looking in the mirror for the first time today, I barely recognized my face. My hair, always straight and jet black, was now down to my mouth. Pushing it behind my ears with both hands, I saw that my fingers were slightly shorter and much thinner, more delicate. My eyes had always been slightly slanted and obscured by epicanthic folds, a product of my Japanese lineage, but now they were lined by long, luscious lashes. My eyebrows were never heavy, but now they were perfectly sculpted. My once-square jawline had softened to a slimmer, curved profile. My lips were not exaggerated, but pouty and kissable. My Adam's Apple was nowhere to be found. Surveying my face again, I noticed none of the laugh lines and creases I had begun to show more and more in recent years. Was I...younger somehow? If I had to guess, I looked 23, not 33. I had a woman's face, and a young woman's at that. My eyes fell down to my shoulders, narrower now and with less muscle tone. I tried to look down further in the mirror, but I could not see past my clavicle in the facial mirror. I sniffed the air. Whatever these changes meant, I was still human and I reeked of sex. I peered around the corner and saw Cat face down, head turned slightly, an unusual position for her. Or is this the new usual for him? I was already naked, so turned on the shower and stepped in. At my usual temperature setting, it felt too hot for me now. Adding cold water in, I reached for Cat's shampoo. If I was going to have long hair now, I needed to take care of it at least. I lathered up feeling my hair adhere to the back of my neck and my chin now. It was still growing. Grabbing Cat's passion fruit scented body wash, I squeezed some into her loofah, figuring it would already smell like it. If things were going the way I thought they might, I didn't need to become Catalina, but I needed to feel attractive and appealing, I rubbed over my torso, where I saw my new breasts, now looking between an A and B cup. I was more slender now than Cat had been, and even these seemed shocking on my frame given what I was used to. I started feeling the same level of tingling as before in my nipples. I cupped my breasts in my hands, which still fit around them. Pushing them inward I could feel them press together and cleavage formed between them. Circling and tweaking my nipples, I felt an almost electrical jolt pass between them and my crotch. I reached my ring finger down, not sure of what I would now find. My...clit? It protruded slightly even now, but my balls were completely gone, replaced by a narrow, shallow, shortened opening. Not quite a slit. My pubic hair was gone, my legs were just as smooth. I stroked my clit gently and passed my fingers inside myself for the first time. First my index, then my middle finger as well. The feeling intensified. I heard a woman's soprano voice moaning and realized it was mine. Finally, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I fell to my knees at my first female orgasm. Finishing in the shower, I wrapped a towel around my head and around my torso as I got ready, as if I were going somewhere, I brushed my now perfect teeth and smiled at myself in the mirror. I applied Cat's deodorant to my now hairless pits. I thought of trying to do makeup, then thought better of it. Where I was going, I didn't need makeup. I stripped off my towels, revealing shoulder length hair still in damp strings and what I would guess C cup tits that were still just small enough to look perky, if even bigger on me now. My hips now flared out in a gentle curve. I placed my hands on them and could feel my pillowy ass with my fingertips. Reaching forward with one hand, even though I had toweled off, I was still quite wet on one place. My new pussy was still opening up. I was ready to get fucked. No, not quite, I corrected myself, but at the rate I'm going, it won't be long. With Cat's pick I combed through my hair just enough to get the tangles out. I didn't need to look fancy, I just needed to look fuckable. I'd never felt this need before as a man. I didn't care if I was desirable. I just wanted to find someone for whom I could be a companion, a worthwhile partner, and if that person also wanted to have sex with me from time to time, that was more than good enough. Now I wanted more. I wanted to know that I inspired passion, and I thought I might know how. Returning to the room, Cat was still sleeping on the far side of the bed, facing me. Seeing..his face...I felt a sense of peace that belied the crazy changes we'd both been through. I nestled in beside him, at first thinking of waking him up to get down to business. His warmth gave me a sense of calm. I relaxed into him, turning away, becoming the little spoon for the first time. My ass was positioned facing his crotch, my nascent, still-wet pussy just on the other side. I felt comforted, even protected just lying there with him. I drifted off to a dreamless sleep. -------------------------- When I awoke, it was nearly dusk. I felt something between my ass cheeks, probing lazily, aimlessly. Somebody else is awake, I thought, An arm draped over my chest, not holding on tightly, but also not letting go. I felt a hand holding my left breast, the stroking, then squeezing, I sighed, almost cooing as I felt warmth spreading from my nipple across my breast, My pussy started getting wet again, but this time, I felt more depth and emptiness inside, yearning to be filled. I backed my ass up into him and started to grind slowly. I felt a gentle poking sensation at the lower reaches of my new lips. It tickled slightly at first, but then became more insistent and rigid. I was inspiring this, I thought. This is for me. In a deep baritone, I heard Cat groaning as he started grinding back against me. I changed my angle, bending my back just slightly to give him fuller access to my pussy. I felt his desire, but now I needed to feel him more fully. The head of his dick stirred up my outer labia, spreading the lubrication I was now producing, it took a few minutes, during which I reached down to stroke my clit. He moved even closer, clasping himself against me. He pulled me back towards him, taking hold of both my breasts, which were starting to not quite fit in even his now meatier paws. I felt his dick head push just past my outer lips and now just the slightest hint of a shaft filling the shallows of my pussy. "Hold on, babe. I've got a better idea," I said as I broke free and scooted back. I wanted him to see and taste all of me. I turned and laid on my back. Cat sprung up onto his hands and knees, I started spreading my legs slightly, revealing my glory to him. My hair was spread out across more than one of our pillows. My tits were flattened against my chest, each drifting to one side. My nipples were fully erect, jutting out nearly half an inch, with aureola now nearly three inches in diameter. My belly was soft but not mounding. My crotch was completely bald, my pussy showing as just a moist slit at the bottom. We each had a moment of hesitation. His may have been squaring himself with being the aggressor. Mine was not quite having complete confidence that he would find me attractive. Was I his type? Was he having second thoughts about women, having just been a straight woman this morning? My questions were answered as he went down on his hands and knees above me and started kissing me with abandon. It was more assertive than I had been that morning and even more urgent. He didn't mash his face into mine, but I did get to feel his stubble rub my cheeks. He backed up slightly, bringing his mouth to my left breast and sucking on my nipple. A floodgate opened within me. I had played with them before, sure, but this was different. Having his mouth on my tit gave me both a sensual pleasure and a hunger for more. I wanted him to grab my right tit and tweak my nipple until I was practically cumming without him even touching my pussy. As if reading my mind, he did just that. My breathing got heavier. I let out nearly unvoiced sighs as he continued his ministrations. My pussy was aching to be filled. I knew we might both be transforming, but I didn't care. Whatever he was, I wanted him. I pushed him back up. I spread my legs wider, taking hold of my knees. "I want you inside me." I could see his dick. It was maybe just shy of three inches at this point. He didn't yet have balls hanging out, but he was otherwise closed for business, input-wise. I took his dick in my hands and guided it toward my pussy. He started pushing in slowly, gently, cautiously. I was fully lubricated on the inside, but I didn't know what depth I had. The tip of his dick got wet after his first stroke on the inside, which almost tickled. He used the wetness to get further in on the second. I didn't feel filled yet, but I could feel him rubbing my new clit with his shaft. On the the third stroke, he hit bottom. If he wasn't that long, I wasn't that deep. He kept going, each stroke long, slow, and teasing. I remembered fingering Cat in the same way, and the effect it had. She would become hornier and hornier, until at last she begged me to fuck her. I wondered if I would feel the same. The first part seemed to be the case. I was feeling an arousal unlike any other I'd experienced before. It was building to a point past where I knew what was going to happen. Cat grabbed my tits, alternating left and right. I could barely handle the pleasure, my gasps getting higher and higher. Finally, I saw stars as I came explosively. Before, as a man, I knew that was generally game over. One and done. As a woman, I knew there were possibilities. Even if everything seemed fuzzy for a few moments, clarity came back to me as I realized the sensations had changed. In a place I hadn't had even 12 hours ago, with muscles that certainly didn't work that way before, I was gripping on to Cat's dick and finding more there to hold onto. Looking down to my pussy, I could see Cat draw back slightly, and that his dick had gained a lot of girth while I had been in my afterglow. Then he thrusted inside, a little harder than before, and I felt the sensation of being filled for the first time. With each thrust, I felt him deeper and deeper inside me and saw him draw back more and more dick until he could not even quite get fully in at the bottom of his thrust. "You're quite the big boy now, aren't you?" I shocked myself by asking aloud. I used to be so staid during sex before, barely saying anything. It appeared that, as a woman, I had no desire to hold back. "Fuck me." He didn't have to be told twice. The force with which he started fucking me surprised and delighted me. "Do you like that?" Cat asked, half rhetorically. "I want you in deeper." I had an idea. I raised my legs in the air, spreading wider than I ever could have before. This new body of mine was much more flexible, as if I'd been a dancer or a gymnast all my life. I reached a 90 degree angle with my legs, then kept going. Cat seemed to pick up on what I was doing and took hold of my lower calves. He thrusted harder, pushing my legs nearly up to my head. I felt barely any tightness in my legs, and the sensation of being penetrated so deeply and dominated so fully turned me on at levels I had never felt before. His rhythm got progressively faster and more percussive. Before long, I could feel, and hear, his balls slapping the lower reaches of my vulva. I remembered hearing female comedians talk about this as being hot and laughing. Now I knew the truth in the joke. His shaft was stroking my clit for the whole length. I orgasmed again, but this time Cat didn't hesitate. He kept going and I must have made quite the expression because his concentration face turned to a smirk. He was fucking my brains out and he knew it. My pleasure never quite subsided as I heard Cat's breathing change in a way that I knew meant he was going to come soon. A fleeting thought crossed my mind: Could I get pregnant now? In that moment, I didn't even care if I did. I didn't want him to pull out. "Oh, fuckkkkk" he groaned as he released inside me for the first time. I felt his hot cum spurt in areas that can't have been too far from my new cervix. He kept thrusting as he continued to saturate my pussy, and I came for a third time. He let my legs down and slowly withdrew from me, leaving me with an even greater feeling of emptiness combined with the ecstasy I was still experiencing. "No..." I whimpered as he rolled off of me. Now I was spent. I just wanted to lie there and bask in the afterglow. In the mirror across the room, I could see his cum leak out of me. It figures that my first time would also give me a creampie. I was going to leave quite a wet spot on the bed, I thought. I passed out anyway. --------------------------- What felt like hours later, I woke up, feeling a bit cold in my lower body. I felt the wet spot, which hadn't dried, but had cooled. I felt the still-leaking cum in my pussy and remembered what had happened today. I had become a woman, and apparently a straight woman. I'd willingly, eagerly fucked the man that had been my wife. I wasn't horrified, just still adjusting to the new reality, which hadn't changed back when I was unconscious. This was who I was now. Part of me felt a little twinge of arousal just thinking of that fact. The other part of me realized I did need the second shower of the day, to clean up and warm a bit. I got out of bed, momentarily wobbling both from my post-nap disorientation and from my new center of gravity. I tiptoed off to the bathroom, noting Cat was still fast asleep. The sensation of walking without having anything dangling from my crotch was still new to me. So was the feeling of Cat's juices dribbling down my leg as I moved, stifling a laugh at the situation. I closed the bathroom door and turned on the light. Looking at myself in the mirror briefly, I felt a sense of satisfaction at how I'd turned out. I had been average-looking as a man, not someone you'd spend too much time glancing at in a crowded room. As a woman, I was a knockout. A flawless, attractively contoured face, gorgeously shiny hair in great condition (if a bit bedroom-styled at the moment) and a curvy figure with nicely rounded hips and breasts that looked impressive on my frame. I must be quite a bit shorter now, I thought to myself as I saw where I hit on the mirror and had to stand on tiptoes to get a better view. I started the shower water again and realized I needed to pee. Another first! I sat down, not having any idea of how this would feel as a woman, and one who had just had sex at that. I released the muscles I guessed I would need to use and felt the pressure build. An easily audible spray sound released from my crotch indicating success. It was several seconds before I could tell I was done. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and used it to scoop out what was left of Cat's cum. I didn't need to get fully dried off, since I was going in the shower right afterwards. Stepping into the shower, I wet my hair to ensure it would be easier to comb through once I was done. I didn't need to fully wash it again for a couple of days, perhaps, I remembered from Cat's habits. Hair this nice needs to be treated properly, I thought. I lathered up again, noting that Cat's former passion fruit body wash had been replaced by one with a cucumber lime scent I quite liked. Reality was adjusting to our new lives, little by little. I paid a little extra attention to my pussy, wanting to make sure I was going to be ready for whenever we got down to some action again. Our next round probably would be pretty soon, I thought, sending another little tingle to my clit. I heard the door open and instinctually covered my tits even though I was behind our opaque shower curtain. Cat poked his head into the shower and asked, "Room for one more?" "Just so long as it's you," I purred. He stepped in and I surveyed his body in detail as I got his loofa ready with the sandalwood body wash I found next to mine. He was significantly taller than me now, coming up to the same tile in the shower stall that I used to at 5'10". Judging by where my eyes fell to his shoulders, I guessed that meant I was now around 5'2". The thought of having the top of my head nestled under his chin both excited and comforted me. His hair was thick and wiry and he had a closely trimmed beard now framing his square jaw. Below his broad shoulders (and in between his two toned arms), he had a moderate amount of body hair over his defined pecs and abs. He had a six-pack, albeit not an exaggerated one. Peering down to his crotch, I could see he was still a bit elongated though not erect, halfway between grower and shower. "Here, let me help you with that," I offered, getting another idea. He cocked an eyebrow. I took my loofa and lathered him up, then started stroking him as the suds rinsed away. His dick started stiffening in response to my ministrations. Even with our rejuvenation, he wasn't 17 anymore, but you'd never know it from the speed of his reaction. He was soon fully erect, and I squatted down to give him a titjob, knowing that it would be nice and slick. Squeezing my tits around his cock encouraged him to start thrusting. I felt a powerful arousal building as he continued, the head of his dick coming tantalizingly close to my mouth. Fully erect, he looked like he could be a solid 8", and the fact that I'd elicited this reaction only excited me further. I thought about reaching down to stroke my clit, but realized that would release his dick. The warmth in my pussy made me believe that I was probably ready for him, so I stood up, turned around, and presented myself to him, ready for the taking. I could hear him take small steps to reposition himself to fuck me, then i felt the shaft of his dick slide along my lower back, then the head tickling the upper reaches of my tailbone. I assumed he was trying to get a good angle by pushing himself downwards. I heard him chuckle. "What?" I asked in a near-whine. "I'm way taller than YOU now. We can't do this in here, standing up. Come with me," he invited. I giggled, realizing he was right. Before, we had often tried to figure out the geometry of having sex while standing, when she was 5'4" and I was 5'10". Now the tables had turned even more lopsided, since I was even shorter than she had been. We'd find a different way for him to take me. Drying off in a slapdash rush, we took our towels back with us to the bedroom and spread them across the near side of the bed. I got on all fours facing the wall, in the center of the bed. Cat joined me, hunching over my back and grabbing my breasts. I enjoyed the extra stimulation, and I figured maybe he had to regain his erection after losing focus on the way back to the bedroom. I looked back to him as he reared up, showing clearly that his dick was pointing to the ceiling. "What are you waiting for?" I purred. Nothing, it seemed as he aimed his dick down into the proper angle to wet it on my outer lips. My anticipation was even higher this time, now having some idea of what I could expect. He grabbed both of my hips, holding on tight as he explored my pussy. With each motion, he spread my pussy wider open and found his way in deeper. Finally, when I couldn't take any more teasing, I thrust back just as he buried his dick deep inside me. I felt his whole length against my vaginal walls in a way I hadn't before. I loved it. He started a steady rhythm, less urgent than the one in which he had last fucked me. This was someone who was gaining confidence in his reconfigured sexual prowess. Where Catalina had been passive before and shy about asking for what she needed, this new creature was unafraid to take what was his, seeing how freely I gave it. I had always been lackadaisical about pursuing sex as a man. I craved the intimacy and the release, but got in my head too much to really get what I wanted. As a woman, my inhibitions were all but gone. I wanted to give pleasure just as much as before (Catalina achieving orgasm was always a prime goal and point of pride to me as a man.) and I was not going to hesitate to act upon my impulse to do so. I felt like a slut, albeit a very selective one. I wasn't ashamed. I swung my head to look back at him, grinning sloppily and tossing my hair from where it had hung down the right side of my head, to my back. I knew that I'd always found that super sexy when I was a man, an acknowledgement of how well I was doing and how turned on Catalina was. He had a tiny smirk, but mostly a look of concentration as he thrusted into me. He raised an eyebrow and took his left hand off my hip and grabbed my hair into a ponytail at the shoulder blade. He kept holding it as he started thrusting harder. It didn't hurt in the least. The thought of being dominated so completely only enhanced my arousal. Giving up control to someone I trusted so deeply felt liberating. I came a few seconds afterwards, but Cat didn't stop fucking me. Instead, he started gradually speeding up, his balls swinging even further forward and slapping me louder than before. I was still in the throes of my first orgasm as I felt him tensing up, ready to come again inside me. I could ask him to pull out and come on my back, I thought, but I'd rather he just keep going. Without a moment more to think about the matter, I felt his cum pulse deep inside me and I orgasmed again. Feeling weak in the knees, I collapsed onto the bed. I wasn't ready to pass out like before, but I definitely didn't want to go anywhere for the next few minutes at least. I had been well and truly fucked and wanted to stay in the zone, riding the wave of my orgasm into the shore. Cat saw this and knew the feeling well enough to see that I wasn't going to be up for the shower I needed badly again anytime too soon. "I think I'll go rinse off. If we go in together, I think we'll just end up back here again, and I'm starting to get hungry," Cat said. I reached over to my nightstand and picked up my phone for the first time today. I unlocked it using my face, which I took as yet more evidence that the world was adjusting around us to the changes we had undergone. It was nearly 6:00 PM and already getting dark outside. I saw a bunch of YouTube notifications, but I ignored them, figuring I didn't exactly need to catch up on them at this point. I put on a podcast while I set to doing some basic cleanup of my pussy, which was leaking out again, this time with hot, fresh cum. It was still a little foreign to me, but not altogether gross. The wages of sin aren't death per se, I thought. ----------------------------- I heard the shower wrench its way closed, so I got up and walked over to the bathroom. Cat was drying off and gestured to the shower stall as he looked me up and down. I blushed slightly as I got to work rinsing off, getting ready to go find some food. I may be a woman now, but that doesn't mean I want to cook tonight, I thought. Getting out of the shower and drying off (including a brief blow dry, since I knew my new mid-back length hair would take quite some time to air-dry) I realized I had no idea what I had to wear. Maybe some of Cat's old clothes would fit, or maybe not since I was shorter, more petite overall, and not quite as busty. First things first; I searched for underwear, finding some red silk panties in the bin I'd had my men's underwear in before. I slipped them on, finding they fit perfectly, with a smooth, soft feeling I quite liked. More reality adjustments, I guessed. The next step was to find a bra,, which I found in a different bin where If kept swim trunks and basketball shorts. I found a matching red sateen bra that looked like it could fit. 38D, it said on the label, which sounded about right to me. I clasped it in the front and swiveled it around the back, settling my breasts in the way I'd seen Catalina do so many times. I felt a little constricted at first, but then realized I could relax my back muscles a bit. A worthwhile trade off. Having the basics out of the way, I started looking for a way to put together an outfit. I had always been a boring, if decently coordinated dresser as a man and I found myself looking forward to expressing myself more fully as a woman. I knew the expectations were higher, but the possibilities were much broader. I rooted around in the bin I had found the bra in and found a pair of red lace thigh high stockings. I wasn't trying to hit the runway, but the thought of feeling pretty excited me. I pulled them up. They fit perfectly on my shapely, if short legs. I found a dark green knee length silk skirt that felt flowy and bouncy, two words that had never applied to my attire as a man. It was probably a little cold out, by California standards, so I found a long sleeved black V-neck sweater I had hanging on my side of our closet to wear on top. Looking at myself in my new dresser mirror, I felt like I wanted to add a little ornamentation. I could see that I now had pierced ears, so I found some simple gold studs, each with a peridot, to put on each earlobe. I also found a matching gold chain necklace with a peridot teardrop, which I put around my neck. I found a gold Apple Watch in a size smaller than what I had previously worn, with a cranberry-colored leather band with a gold buckle. I put it on and unlocked it with my usual PIN. I also found a ring box, which had a gold ring, also with a peridot set within a ring of small diamonds, as well as two complementary bands with matching smaller diamonds. Even if I was a woman, I was a married one. I was a wife. I found a hairbrush on the dresser and brushed out my hair, making sure to untangle everything I could in short strokes. I found a large butterfly clasp and put my hair up and back in a messy bun that spilled out the top. I saw an array of cosmetics, but looking at my skin tone, realized I didn't feel like I needed to do anything for a simple dinner out. I applied a simple cranberry red lipstick, wanting to indulge my femininity just a little. I found a small purse with a wallet inside and slung it over my left shoulder. Looking inside the wallet, I saw a California driver's license. Upon closer examination, I was now Sayuri Fujikawa, and I had been born in 1997, instead of 1987. I was 23, not 33. My adult life was starting over, but still with Cat. I wasn't frightened, and I didnt feel robbed of the time we had together before. I still remembered all of it, and I assumed Cat did as well. We were starting over as the most experienced 23-year-olds we knew. Making my way to the living room, I found Cat sitting on the couch. He immediately stood up and wolf whistled. I blushed slightly. I wasn't used to this flavor of attention, but I liked it. "Ready?" he asked. "Ready. Tapas?" "Sushi?" He asked. It was a running gag even before, a play on our ethnic backgrounds. "Burgers!" we exclaimed in unison. We would go to our usual spot, Barney's, which was within walking distance of us. We made our way down to street level and he cocked his left elbow for me to take. I locked arms with him, almost wanting to rest my head on his arm. I was a bit tired and hungry from not eating all day. We got to the restaurant, which was mercifully unbusy. I wasn't quite sure How comfortable to feel. This was my first time out in public as a woman, after all. With Cat, I still felt entirely at ease. We may have switched genders in the last 12 hours, but we were still the same people underneath, the same people we had fallen in love with years ago. Out in the real world, I didn't know what to expect. Maybe unwanted attention, maybe lack of respect, maybe nothing much different at all. My question was partially answered a few minutes after having ordered, but before our curly fries arrived. A young girl in her tween years had been scoping me out, which didn't feel threatening, but I couldn't place why she was interested. Her parents nodded to her and she made her way tentatively over to me. "Um, excuse me? Miss Sayuri?" she asked. The sound of my new name felt strange, being called Miss doubly so. I supposed I was Mrs., but I didn't feel the need to correct her. "Hi! What's your name?" "I'm Amaya. I just wanted you to know, I've seen all your videos and I think you're awesome. I want to go into computer science because of you. Thank you!" So I guess I make videos, I thought. Something about computers. I had always had an interest in computers and video games, but I never had made working with them my direct profession. I would have to find out more, but I would play along. "Thank you, Amaya! That means a lot to me." "Anyway, I just wanted to let you know. Enjoy your dinner!" she said. "You too! Thanks again." She walked back over to the table where her parents were sitting, positively beaming. "You've been found. The famous Sayuri Fujikawa, spotted in public!" exclaimed Cat, smirking. "Yeah, that was a bit of a surprise to me too." "You played it off really well. You have a natural poise to you that, no offense, you didn't have before." I blew a raspberry. "Thanks, Cat." "Actually, it's Carlos now." "Carlos. I like it. It suits you." It appeared he was embracing who he was as well. Reaching a slight lull in conversation, we both pulled out our phones. I decided to open YouTube to see what all the fuss was about. I was logged in through an account called FakeNormalGirl. Watching for a moment with captions on, I realized the channel name was a takeoff on the Fake Geek Girl trope, and I broke down computer science topics through a geek culture lens. The videos looked pretty professional, if not overproduced. I saw a Patreon link in the episode note. I thought about scrolling further to read the comments, then thought better of it. I'd read them before on other female creators' work and didn't need to read them directed at me. Clicking on the Patreon link, I was directed over to the Patreon app, where I found out I did very well indeed. My subscription income totaled over $10,000 a month! I showed the phone to Carlos. "I guess I know how I make ends meet now." His eyes got wide. That was about as much as we used to make put together. "It's a good thing, too. I'm back in school, going for my MBA." He showed me his calendar app, scrolling through lists of his different classes. He looked to be in an accelerated program, in the last year. As Catalina, she had been a 3rd grade teacher, having been encouraged to take a more traditional feminine profession by her very conservative family. As a man, it seems like he was given more leeway to pursue a more aggressive professional career. Our food arrived and we put our phones away. We'd been here a ton of times over the years, though the restaurant staff now didn't seem to recognize us. We may have been younger now, but we didn't feel the need to Instagram our food. We had a normal, natural conversation, one not drastically changed by the day's events. Carlos was a bit more forthcoming than shy Catalina had usually been, and I found myself being struck by how I was even more attracted to him now than I used to be. His confidence was sexy, and I found myself responding by smiling much more broadly, giggling at his jokes, brushing my hair out of my eyes. I even felt a little warmth in my groin, a little perking up of my nipples. I wondered if I could convince him to have a bit more fun when we got back. I tapped out much more quickly than I had used to, eating about half of my usual burger and far fewer curly fries. I went to the counter and asked for a box to take the other half home in and came back to find that Carlos had paid the check. I raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" he asked, grinning. "OK, you can get rent." We made our way back, my anticipation building. I rested my head on his shoulder slightly, enjoying the extra contact with his body. I felt safer with him now, and wondered if Catalina had ever felt the same way with me. I wasn't going to second guess myself for long, though. I had other plans. Getting back to our apartment, we started kissing immediately. We semi- stumbled our way through the living room and towards the spare room. I saw that I had a full camera setup with green-screen attached neatly to the wall. I thought briefly of turning on the DSLR I saw aimed on the green-screen wall, then thought better of it. There would be time to make a sex tape (or maybe another one, if we'd already made one in this alternate reality) later, and I wasn't looking to complicate anything. I turned around and moved to our bedroom. Carlos grabbed me from behind and I squeaked and giggled. He was being even more forward than I was, accurately sensing my need for him. He started by massaging my tits through the sweater. Even the indirect touch through my bra built my anticipation and started flooding my pussy with juices. I ground my ass backward, sighing as he kept stroking me over the sweater. Pausing for a moment, he reached up the back of my sweater and released the triple hooks on my bra in one motion. This wasn't his first time at the rodeo. As he continued his massage, tweaking my nipples under the sweater, I decided to take it off entirely. Taking my lead, he took off his shirt and started reaching under my panties to stroke my clit. I was already incredibly wet and ready, and his ministrations were bringing me closer to orgasm as we stood there. As much as I was enjoying this, I felt I needed to pay a little more attention to him. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants, reaching down into his boxers to feel his hard cock nearly parallel with his body. I stripped his pants off to his ankles and got on my knees. His cock was level with my head. I had to have it. I took hold of it with my right hand and took as much of it as would fit into my mouth. He had just showered not long ago, so his scent was only faintly musky, yet still intoxicating. I started with slow strokes, being as careful as I knew how to not to scrape his cock with my teeth. He started moaning, clearly enjoying this as much as I used to. I looked up at him, giving him my best version of doe eyes, knowing what effect that used to have on me. As I took him deeper, I started feeling, then attempting to suppress my gag reflex as I had seen Catalina do before. I quickly adapted my strategy, continuing to hold the base of his cock as I worked what I could from the head inward. My left hand drifted down to my clit and I started frantically frigging myself with my index finger and attempting to fill my pussy with my index and ring fingers. It wasn't enough. I needed to have something thicker inside me, and more deeply. Luckily, I knew just what would do the trick. His cock made a popping noise with my mouth as I withdrew my head. I would get another chance to swallow his full load for the first time. Maybe I would check when he needed to be in class in the morning and surprise him with a blowjob to completion. Both thoughts deepened my excitement as I walked into Carlos, pushing him gently backwards onto the bed. Just because I didn't want to dominate didn't mean I couldn't be assertive, to get what I wanted. When he was fully reclined on the bed, I pounced on him, pressing my tits into his chest, rubbing my nipples on his fine chest hair. I could feel his dick rubbing against my labia and against my clit. The sensation was so good and the teasing I was doing to myself was so arousing that I had a small orgasm within a minute. I didn't want to stop there, so I pulled his cock into the right angle and mounted him properly, lowering my pussy onto his cock. I was so slippery that I took his full length in the first descent. I paused for a moment. I had never been so full so fast. I loved it. I started rolling my hips, grinding my clit against the base of his shaft. His hands went up to my tits, cupping what they could hold and anchoring me to him while he stimulated my nipples. I came again. I couldn't believe how much pleasure I was receiving. The orgasms I'd had as a man paled in comparison. They could feel overwhelming, but they were so localized and short lived. I was getting my sensations throughout my body and felt the emotional release that came with them. I was with a man that loved me deeply and was fucking me properly. There was no better sensation I could conceive of. I felt like letting loose even more. I removed the butterfly clasp from my hair, letting it casecade over my shoulders and in front of my tits. I started fucking myself with his cock harder, putting a bit of mattress squeak into each thrust. He lost a grip on my tits and I didn't even care. They were bouncing all over the place and I loved the sense of abandon, of wildness. I wondered how I looked in the moment, not having a mirror to see from this angle. We're going to have to correct that at some point, I thought. He started grunting and breathing hard and I could tell he was getting ready to cum. This was the third time today that we'd had P-in-V sex in our current roles, and our sixth round today. A new record for us, to be sure, though one with an asterisk due to the fact that we'd changed sex over the course of the day. Being even that much younger certainly helped with both of our endurance, and I felt an extra thrill from the idea that I could look forward to more sex in the future than we'd ever had before. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, in a way that suggested that the mere novelty of having switched sexes was not the only factor. Both Carlos and I were more willing and able to initiate and to reciprocate. We wanted to do everything we could together, and felt no sense of hesitation. And why should we? We had crossed between the poles of gender, sex, and sexuality. To us there was no mystery. We each knew the other's side and we loved each other so deeply that it simply didn't matter that we weren't in the same bodies we'd awoken in that morning. None of that was truly going through my head as I rocketed towards my own climax. I felt his hit simultaneously, the jets of cum flooding deep within me as my pussy muscles milked his cock of every last drop. I collapsed on top of him, his softening dick still touching my outer lips. I kissed him passionately, our tongues intertwining. He didn't seem to care that his cock had been in my mouth maybe 10 minutes before, but then maybe it wasn't something to be embarrassed about since he hadn't even had a cock 12 hours before that. "OK," I sighed as I rolled off the top of him, causing a stream of cum to leak out of my pussy and onto his pubic hair. He looked about ready to pass out, so I got a towel out to clean him up. After finishing my own cleanup, I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I didn't know what tomorrow would hold. I didn't even know if I would wake up to find that this had all been a wacky shared dream. I hoped it wouldn't be. I loved my new body, its flexibility, its agility, its flat-out sexiness. I loved the idea of exploring my femininity and expressing myself in ways I would not have thought possible as a man. I loved my new life, the promise of a new start and new opportunities. Most importantly, I still loved Carlos just as much as I had loved Catalina. There would be no one else for me, no matter what shape he might take. We were in this together. I was exhausted. I drifted off to sleep, feeling a contentment and relaxation that would have been unthinkable in my previous life. -------------------------- I awoke the next day before Carlos, still in my sexy new body as Sayuri. I did wake him up with a blowjob. I did swallow. I did resign myself to the fact that with his Monday schedule, I would have to wait until evening to fuck him again. I did send him dirty pics a couple of times. I did set to work, watching through my previous videos and realizing that I knew all about the topics I talked about in them. I found out that I could buy some time by editing a video for which I already had footage in the can, and that I had outlined more that I could use to get into the swing of things. A few more weeks passed, and I realized something else. No matter when it would normally be, my period was late. I never had gotten around to securing birth control, but now I realized it didn't matter. I was pregnant and I was glad I was. We were in a good spot financially, with Carlos soon to join the workforce in a lucrative financial career that he enjoyed and my growing social media empire. I started a new channel, Fake Normal Mom and documented my pregnancy through the birth of our first child and beyond. In our previous life, we had been getting to the point of needing to either give up or go through drastic and unaffordable measures. Maybe this was the reason why we changed that one day. Or maybe that was just the byproduct of not skipping a day of fucking if we could help it.