Life as Holly Part 1
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Life as Holly - Part 2
"What the hell do you think you're doing!"
Nick's concentration was broken and he jerked his hand away from Holly's
crotch.
"I'm sorry," he sputtered. He could feel his cheeks already starting to
turn red. Holly was always quick to blush, and that went for him now. "I
was just... seeing what it was like..."
Holly sat on the bed, looking down at her old form. Her old body was
sweating and a little bit red, obviously very much hot and bothered.
"It's OK."
"Huh?"
"I mean... what else could I expect? I know I'd be copping a feel if I
woke up in that body." She shot him a lascivious grin.
She's enjoying this a bit too much, Nick thought.
"You don't mind if I sort of... find out what it's like?"
"Do you mind if I watch?"
He stared at her for a moment, and then slowly nodded.
"You do mind?"
He shook his head. "I don't mind," he said, feeling very self-conscious
about how meek he sounded right now. But the truth was that since she
entered the room, the sensitive and hot feeling that had taken over his
body had only grown. What he really wanted was for him to reach out and
touch him. He wanted to feel those masculine hands gripping his breasts
hard, or feel his old tongue probing into his mouth while he felt his old
member harden against him...
He realised he had reached back down to Holly's pussy and had started
stroking it through the sheer panties. Holly was watching him like a dog
watching somebody cook.
"Wow..." Nick murmured in his soft voice. "It's sooo wet."
"You're so wet."
"Yeah..."
"Say it."
"I'm so wet."
He buried a finger under the panties and dug between the soft and wet
folds of his labia. There was her vagina - but he wasn't sure what he
really wanted.
"I don't know how to...."
"I can teach you. Just like I taught you how to put on a bra this
morning. Looks like you're a quick study."
She told him to go slowly and softly at first, making little circles a
few inches up from his vagina. He dug into between the folds there and
felt something very sensitive beneath. It was like stroking the glans of
his penis when he was erect - but somehow, more sensitive. More special,
somehow. He kept rubbing his fingers lightly on his clit, slowly
increasing the pressure as he went.
His eyes were closed and a dumb-struck smile was plastered on his face.
"That's so good..." he murmured into the void, not caring who heard.
"Trust me, I know."
Nick opened his eyes in shock. Holly's voice was coming from directly
above him. While he'd had his eyes closed she'd crawled further onto the
bed and on top of him. He could smell her.
"Come here."
She put her hand behind his head, cradling his long hair. Then she pulled
his face towards hers and leant in for a deep kiss.
Nick felt her tongue probing at his lips. He slowly opened his mouth and
met her tongue with his. She tasted familiar - a taste he'd known all his
life. A taste he'd lived with, every moment of every day. Now it was he
who tasted different.
Holly broke off for a deep breath and then pulled him back into her tight
embrace. She started pushing her crotch against him, and he felt her hard
member pushing against his stomach.
"Oh my god..." she moaned, deep and guttural. Nick found her deep voice,
right into his ear, lit the fire of his arousal even more.
Now she had her dick pushing against the outside of his panties. He could
feel it press against his clitoris, each time sending a wave of heat and
a slight shiver through his body.
"Do you want to...?" Holly said.
"I don't know," Nick said. He was split. Here he was, pinned under a man
- himself no less - making out. If they had sex, that was a line that he
never thought he would cross. How could they go back to normal if they
did that?
On the other hand, his body was telling him yes.
He tossed it up for a moment and then reached down and scorched out of
his panties.
Holly smiled and pulled off her own pair of boxers. Now Nick was looking
at his penis for the first time since it had been in his own hands the
night before.
He normally didn't have much of an opinion on his own dick.
But right now, throbbing and slightly red, it looked... nice.
He reached out and grabbed it.
"Oh..." Holly groaned. "That feels so good..."
"I know," Nick said, echoing her from before. He grabbed the shaft,
noticing how small his hand looked in comparison to his old penis, and
started to jerk her off. She closed her eyes and tensed her legs.
Then Nick had an idea.
He pushed his hair over his right shoulder, where it hung over his right
eye and the smell of Holly's shampoo played in his nostrils. Then he
knelt down over Holly's pelvis and kissed the top of her penis.
"Are you sure?" she said to him through the animalistic groans of her
first trip to a male orgasm.
Nick gave no answer, but lowered his head and took her cock in his mouth.
Holly gave an awkward yelp, and he felt her body vibrate under him.
He tried to get as much of the dick as he could in his mouth, and then he
wrapped his lips around the shaft and moved his head slowly up and down.
Then he wrapped his tongue around the shaft, and licked up and down and
left to right. Holly tensed up in his mouth.
"Oh, babe... Holy shit..."
He kept at it for a few minutes, enjoying the musk of his own dick and
the salty and fleshy taste in his mouth.
Then Holly tensed up one final time and then lay still for a moment.
Suddenly, Nick's mouth was full of something warm, thick and somehow
salty.
He gasped in surprise, but kept his mouth clamped down over her penis.
Sucking up the remnants of her come, lifted his head. He felt like his
mouth was entirely full.
He looked around for a tissue to spit out into. Holly was no help - she'd
collapsed back agains the bed, her arms behind her head on the pillow,
looking like she had basically fainted.
I guess that's it for now, he thought to himself.
He shrugged, and swallowed. It took two swallows to get it all down. Then
he saw the tissue box, which had been knocked to the floor at some point.
He took some tissues out and wiped his mouth, smiling as he looked over
at Holly. She'd opened her eyes and was just staring at him.
"What's up?" he said, after he felt his mouth was clean.
"Nothing, just... thanks."
"Don't mention it," Nick said, crawling over to her and giving her a
kiss.
He got back up and walked through to bathroom and stood in front of the
mirror, staring at himself.
"Naughty girl," he said, enjoying hearing it in her sexy voice.
This is so bizarre, he thought to himself.
He'd just had a man's penis in his mouth, and caressed it until it came.
Then he'd swallowed a mouthful of come. And now when he thought about it,
he still felt kind of horny. This day was getting stranger and stranger.
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Nick watched the timer on the treadmill as he jogged. Holly insisted that
he get in her 40 minute jog on the machine and 20 minutes on the
stationary bike. It had meant an early wake up for Nick, before being
cajoled into her workout gear- stretchy leggings, a black sports bra top
ad his hair tied back behind his head.
Walking into the gym he could feel male eyes on him. He turned to look at
the guy working at the gym, who had turned to have a good look at him as
he walked in the door. The guy retuned to wiping down a rowing machine
with a slight smile on his face.
Nick realised he was the kind of girl now that men couldn't help but
linger on for a few moments as they looked around the room - straight
men, anyway. Now as he jogged along on the treadmill, feeling his breasts
bounce up and down with each step, he could feel the phantom fingerprints
of a dozen male sightline brushing over his tight curves.
He could feel a few drops of sweat pooling in his cleavage, but he
noticed that unlike when he showed up at the gym in his male body, he
didn't soak through his clothes with sweat.
As he ran he thought about the day before. Holly had been a little
sheepish coming out of the bedroom, her face red but wearing a satisfied
smile.
"Sorry I didn't get to you, babe," she had said, grabbing a glass of
water from the kitchen tap.
"That's OK," Nick said. "I'm not sure if I could have... you know."
She smirked and took a gulp of water. "That's not the impression I got."
The earlier friction seemed to have eased somewhat. Nick still felt a
little embarrassed about the night before and how he had pulled out all
of his dirty laundry in front of a complete stranger. But now that he had
this memory of gobbling on his own cock while his girlfriend's hair
flopped in his face, that feeling of weakness didn't seem top of the list
of things to feel weird about.
They tried to brainstorm ways to fix their situation, but didn't come up
with much. Neither wanted to go to a doctor or a psychologist, and they
couldn't find any witch doctors in the area on Google.
"Maybe we'll wake up back to normal tomorrow morning," Nick said.
"If we don't, you're going to the gym."
And so it was that Nick found himself pounding his feet on that
treadmill, watching his female form bounce up and down in the mirror
across from him. He noticed how much smaller he was than the men on the
machines next to him, one of which kept snatching glances at him in the
mirror.
The guy was schlubby and breathing heavily. Nick made the mistake of
looking over at him, which he seemed to take as an invitation to speak.
He started asking Nick if he usually came to this gym.
"I haven't seen you here before," he said. "I definitely would have
remembered you." He smiled at Nick, catching his eye in the mirror again.
"Yeah, this isn't my normal routine," Nick said. "I'm having a bit of a
weird weekend."
He hadn't done the 40 minutes Holly had instructed him to do, but Nick
turned off his machine and left the machine, heading back to his locker
in the women's changing room.
He got his towel and his hoodie from the locker and filled his water
bottle. There were a few other women in the room, towelling off or
showering. Nick shot a glance at them himself, but suddenly didn't feel
much like stealing looks at cute girls now that he'd been in that exact
situation himself.
A pretty girl smiled at him as she came into the room.
"Hey, Holly!"
He smiled and gave her a slight wave. Shit, he thought - who's this?
"Hey," he said. "How's your weekend going?"
"It's been pretty chill," the girl said, pushing her blonde ponytail
through the back of her baseball cap. "Just been at home, mostly!"
"Same here," Nick said. He wondered if Holly knew this girl well enough
that he should hang around for more small talk.
He figured the more he spoke to this friend of hers, the more likely it
was that he'd blow his cover.
"See you later!"
He grabbed his gym bag and headed out of the gym. It was a sunny morning
and a brief walk back to the apartment through the city streets. He could
feel his hair swaying behind him as he walked. Another thing he hadn't
quite put his finger on yet was the strangeness of walking with his
thinner waist and wider pelvis - it was like his legs were slightly more
spaced apart. He wondered how visible that space between his upper thighs
was as he walked along. He'd admired that gap on Holly before.
He stopped in at a cafe and got a coffee to go on the way. Normally he
was a milk and sugar man, but he decided to go for Holly's usual order -
oat milk, no sugar. He took a sip as he walked and found it was... fine.
Normally he couldn't stand that oat milk shit. But this morning, it
tasted just fine.
He found himself laughing about that. Was a predilection for oat milk
carried in the tastebuds, or had he inherited more of Holly than he
realised? He thought about how hot and bothered he'd been the day before,
handling his own cock, or even the night before as he played the little
spoon to his old body. It seemed like he'd ended up with a bit of the
essence of Holly, more than just her physical form.
Maybe it was just his own way of dealing with the fact that he was
looking out at the world through her eyes. Maybe his mind was
compensating for the sudden shock of physical femaleness by foisting its
own form of method acting on him - maybe if he could con himself that he
more or less was Holly in mind, body and soul, he wouldn't feel so
marooned in strangeness.
He passed a boutique with some cute tops on mannequins in the window, and
stopped and sipped his coffee while he looked at the clothing.
He imagined himself wearing a sleeveless top with a kind of ribbed
corduroy-like fabric. He wondered what it was called - Holly would
probably know. For a second he thought about going in and trying it on.
Maybe he could surprise Holly with a gift. Some cute clothes that he'd
picked out for her.
But then he realised if he did that, it wouldn't be for her at all. Part
of him wanted that top, for himself. He wanted to walk down the street in
the sun wearing it, his arms and midriff exposed.
"Oh, man," he said under his breath. "What is going on with me. I think I
might be drowning in oestrogen."
He thought about going in and trying on some clothes, but he felt a
little embarrassed at the idea of the shop assistant asking him for his
size and him having no response. Plus, he was still a bit sweaty from the
gym. It was probably bad form to try and clothes before he went home and
had a shower.
He might have been a bit sweaty but it didn't stop every man on the
street taking a long lingering look at him as he passed them.
They were checking him out like they would any other woman. It made him
feel self-conscious, but also gave him a little shiver of excitement, one
that ran down between his shoulder blades and down to the small of his
back. He wonder if Holly had felt that same little thrill before, if she
felt it whenever a man's gaze lingered a little too long.
He felt so exposed - but it wasn't completely a bad thing.
When he got home, Holly was lying on the couch with her pants down around
her ankles and her penis in her hand.
"What the hell!" Nick yelled as he came in the door, giggling.
"Hey, I walked in on you doing this yesterday," she said.
"I guess so," Nick said, watching her hand caress his old member.
"How about you give me a hand?"
"Sorry, babe - really need a shower." He went into the bathroom with her
disappointed groan following him. He stripped off and stepped into the
shower laughing to himself.
Men, right, he thought to himself. The water felt almost slightly hotter
on his newly sensitive skin. He soaped himself up and caressed his
breasts. He toyed with the idea of calling Holly through to the shower.
Maybe she could soap him up and give him a massage here under the warm
rushing water.
Maybe this is us for good now, he thought. Could I live with that?
He thought about Holly's life. Her close relationship with her mum and
her sister, her job that she disliked but put with. Her love of golden
retrievers. The fact that she would grow into an old woman one day, maybe
with long grey hair, seen differently by the world around her. Maybe a
mother - maybe a grandmother. An aunt. A sister. A confidante to her best
girl friends.
Nick got out of the shower and towelled off in front of the mirror,
admiring the body in front of him.
He wondered if he could be all of those things - could he go to Holly's
job? Could he get comfortable in her life, as if it was some old
sweatshirt he'd picked up at the thrift store that he had to sort of grow
accustomed to?
Maybe he could.
Maybe he could go through his life having people see Holly when they saw
him. He did love and admire her, at the end of the day. That's why he'd
gotten drunk and emotional about the distance he'd perceived between
them.
It was a distance that he'd picked up on in the last few months - they'd
spent less time together, and made less plans for the future together.
They'd been together for around two years, and up until now it had been
easy.
But lately there had been a strain to things, and Nick was terrified that
she was slowly on her way out the door.
But now here he was as safely assured of her constant closeness as was
physically possible. He could smell and taste her on every breath.
He knew the real Holly was out there masturbating on the couch, but maybe
that wasn't right, after all. Maybe that was Nick out there.
Maybe Holly was looking at herself right in the mirror. Nick felt a
pleasurable shiver go through his body at that thought, and he saw his
female face begin to slightly blush.
He smiled and watched the dimples appear beneath his feminine cheekbones.
Brushing his hair back from his face, he giggled.
He really was trying new things this weekend.
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