X-Change: Jamie's Story, Day 02 Pt. 02

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Jamie starts to realise the amazing potential of the pill.
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Part 3 of the 4 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 09/18/2016
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Day Two, Continued:

15 minutes must have passed before either of us spoke a word; we were content just rubbing, touching and kissing each other's bodies. But really, I think we were both still pretty awkward about the situation when we weren't super horny and fucking.

Eventually, I broke the silence. "I'm glad I don't have anything to do today." I tried to lighten the awkwardness with a smile.

He seemed to reciprocate. "Yeah, it's great! Lots of time for fun."

I appreciated his attempt at flirtation. "The benefits of a Saturday morning." I said as I rubbed his back idly, my fingers tracing along his skin.

"Yeah..." he said, eyes closed, enjoying the moment... until something clicked in his brain. "Oh shit!" He jumped up and slid off the kitchen table, rushing to pick up his clothes on the floor.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up.

"I totally forgot - I have a Saturday class with Dr. Zengler!" I watched him scurry around faster than I've ever seen anyone move. "If I don't go, I'll get an F in physics!"

By the time I was on my feet again, he was fully dressed and halfway towards the door. "I'll be back in a couple of hours".

"Okay." What else could I contribute to this conversation? I'll miss you? Hurry back? Neither felt right... or genuine. Everything was happening so fast I barely had time to process it anyways.

Just as he had started to head for the exit, he stopped, turned around and walked towards me. He stood halfway between intimately close and awkwardly distant, leaned in and tried to go in for a kiss... except he didn't know where his hands were allowed to go. Instead, he half-cupped my waist and planted a kiss on my lips that neither of us were really ready for. I moved back, he moved in, then vice versa - it was cringeworthy. He stared at me for a few seconds before he dashed out the door with a, "See ya".

It was only once the door closed and I had a few seconds to think to myself that I realised... "Wait, what the fuck!?"

I had just popped an X-Change pill on a stupid, hormone fuelled impulse to fuck someone I only kind of want to fuck and now he was gone! Meaning I was stuck as a woman for 11 hours with nowhere to go!

I stormed up the stairs and straight into the shower, a bit annoyed with myself... and a lot with Steven. I shouldn't have agreed to take the pill again just to be his play thing, I should have stood firm. I mean, get some self-respect!

But then again, it was an amazing experience. I mean Steven is hardly the greatest lover but it still felt incredible to be touched as a woman. I couldn't get over how mind-blowing it felt to be penetrated and have a vagina and feel the earth-shattering sensations a woman feels during sex. If nothing else, this was a fantastic experience for me.

That's when I realised - I was taking the pill for the wrong reason. I was taking it because Steven was horny and wanted someone to fuck, and I was willing to go along with it because I was horny too. But now that I had done it, I knew how good it felt. And if I was going to keep doing it, I was going to do it on my terms, not his. I was going to explore this experience to the fullest and do it for my own physical, mental... carnal satisfaction. I was going to see what being a woman was like - not just in the house when Steven wanted to fuck me, but outside - have a life of my own. Why be ashamed of it? Why not embrace it? I was going to meet people as a woman and enjoy the world in a totally new way. It would be like a new way of life - what better way to spice up my middle-age?

I stepped out of that shower a new man... or woman... I stepped out of that shower a new person. I had all this excitement and energy about me - all I needed was an outlet. As I looked in the closet, I realised what it'd be.

'If I'm going to keep changing into a woman, then I need to have some clothes ready for when I change,' I thought to myself. I hunted for clothes in my closet that would look like they were remotely meant for my female self, but everything I tried made me look like a child wearing her father's clothing.

I wasn't proud of it, but I decided to sneak into Ryan's room and borrow a set of clothes his girlfriend kept over here. As I was looking through the options, I didn't realise how tight and skimpy everything was. It never seemed inappropriate on Gwen but actually putting it on felt more than a little embarrassing.

As I looked in the mirror, though, I couldn't help admire how good I looked. Yeah my tits were practically bursting out of my top and the skirt was too tight around my ass, but who cares? I can dress as inappropriately as I want because in another 10 hours or so this body will be gone and there's no loss to be had. No reputation to be ruined, no social standing to think of. As I posed and pouted in front of the mirror, I realised I was starting to enjoy this...

I did my hair the best I could and put on a little lipstick. I didn't dare try on any proper make up, lest I ended up looking like a clown. It was enough though, to make me feel sexier than I had ever felt before.

I skipped my way downstairs, grabbed the car keys and rode off towards the mall.

Walking down the lanes of the shopping centre never felt as good as they did that day. It was liberating - I was a new person with a new life. And, more importantly, I was a gorgeous girl, free to flirt and strut my stuff and have a good time.

I sashayed my way into a clothing store and headed straight for the women's section. The choices were incredible - it was over twice the size of the men's selection. All the colours, shapes, sizes - it was almost overwhelming, but in a good way. I decided to play it safe - I picked up a little red sundress and went into the changing rooms.

I fell in love instantly. I looked so incredibly alluring, I practically wanted to start touching myself right there. I strolled out proudly in search for more clothing that could make me feel as sexy and empowered as this one did.

I went back, feeling a little braver than before. I browsed the vast collection of dresses and mini-dresses and summer dresses - determined to pick out something that could be considered stylish and trendy.

But the extent to which I was out of my depth must have been apparent because as I was toying with the fabric of a particularly flowery piece, I heard a voice interject behind me. "That one is way too safe for a gorgeous girl like yourself".

I spun around and noticed a sales clerk was smiling at me. He was dressed sharply in his uniform - a striped shirt ironed to perfection, a black waistcoat on top and a pair of black trousers to match. He wasn't much taller than me, but he seemed well built; I could see the outlines of his biceps through the fabric of his sleeve. His skin was milk-chocolate brown and his beard and moustache were finely groomed, his hair wrapped in a ponytail. Clearly, this was a man who cared about his appearance and knew how to look good. I glanced down at his name tag: Abel.

Abel continued, "You should try something more like this". He pulled out a fine black dress and handed it to me, his every moment smooth and purposeful. As I took the dress from him our hands touched briefly and our eyes locked... I could feel a sensuality, an immediate spark. I decided to explore this moment of chance.

"What makes you think I'll look good in this?" I asked with a seductive grin.

"I imagine you look good in most things, miss, but I think this one will particularly suit your figure."

"What part of my figure, exactly?" I was playing for keeps. He simply chuckled as I rolled my tongue in my mouth. "I'll be right back," I said, cat-walking my way back to the changing room, oddly cocky.

As I tried on the dress I felt a rush of excitement, wondering what Abel would think of it. It certainly was a more risqué dress than I was expecting - one of those which only starts at the bosom and stops high above the knees. My legs felt so exposed, my arms and shoulders bare... and my tits looked magnificently inviting - their outline prominent in the tight, black number.

I watched Abel's lips form a grin as soon as I stepped out onto the shop floor. "What did I tell you?" he said, proudly.

I spun around for him, wilfully modelling my body in this new dress and in this new form. "I guess you were right... I'll have to trust you when it comes to handling my figure."

Our eyes locked again, permanent grins etched on both our faces. I wanted to just give in to my most basic and ill-thought-out urges... I wanted to just jump him right there. "I've got a few more I think you might like..." He lifted a handful of hangers up to reveal another four or five dresses and ensembles he had picked out while I was changing. I happily took them from him, making sure our hands touched again - deliberately and lingeringly this time. I was never this forward even as a guy but being in a body that wasn't really mine was so liberating. I felt like I could do whatever I wanted and erase it tomorrow if I so wished.

My modelling session for Abel continued, each dress releasing another layer of confidence and bashfulness inside me. Every time I came out in a new number, I was that much more flirtatious, pressing myself right up against him, encouraging his hands to run all over me in the name of feeling 'how smooth' the fabric was. We were starting to draw surprised looks from the other customers but I don't think either of us really cared. This was an exhilarating experience for the both of us - both living out a fantasy in our own ways.

When he asked my name, I told him the first one I could think of - Holly.

It was only when I got to my fifth outfit that I realised my panties were soaked through. I wanted this man... badly. I pondered in the mirror, staring at my own reflection, half-naked and horny. "Fuck it," I thought.

I put on the dress and walked out, Abel ready with his compliments. "Hmmm I think this might be the best one yet, Holly!"

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked bluntly, an intense look in my eyes.

"Oh... right there," he said looking a little disappointed that I wasn't playing the game.

"Show me," I demanded, almost forcefully. I bit my lower lip, giving away my horniness. The expression on his face changed as he realised what I was asking.

"Follow me." He walked swiftly to the back-end of the shop, the pair of us disappearing around the corner and straight into the disabled toilets, not even pretending to hide our intentions.

The door hadn't even swung closed before we had our hands all over each other, lips locked in urgent need. We moaned into one another's mouths, our tongues wrestling as our bodies pushed tightly together. I reached down for his trousers and undid his belt as quickly as I could. Just as I was about to undo his trouser button he suddenly grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall.

I inadvertently let out a moan, staring at him in surprise. He gave me a fiery look and whispered "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" I nodded submissively.

I could feel his hand tighten around my throat, making me close my eyes and gasp in pleasure while his lips kissed their way down my chest. He roughly yanked my dress down below my tits, nonchalant about the fine fabric he was so interested in a few moments ago, and tugged down my bra, sucking my tits with his lips. I couldn't help but scream loudly, the sensation new to me. I had read that stimulating the female nipple sent the same signals to the brain as when you touched the vagina... and now I could confirm that to be true. When he bit down on my stiff nub it sent a chill through my body. I was about to moan again when his hand pressed over my mouth and muffled my screams of elation.

He was so confident, the way he handled and controlled my body - absolutely nothing like Steven. I managed to grab his trousers and tug them down, needily grasping at his cock through his boxers. I'd never been that desperate for dick before. He stood up straight and spun me around, pressing my face against the wall as he lifted my dress and pulled his hard cock out, slapping it against my ass like a paddle to spank me with. I couldn't help but be so damn aroused by the way he so completely dominated me - I had never had a partner do that. All the women I was ever with preferred me to be in charge and in control... now I could see why. "Give it to me..." I whispered with heavy breath against the cold wall, the air condensing on impact.

He slapped my ass, making me groan in pleasure, as he grinded his cock in between my legs. "Beg for it."

I tried to hold out against his teasing, his shaft gliding back and forth agonisingly slowly. I bit my lower lip and pushed my hips back into him to try and drive him horny enough to just shove his cock inside me, but he kept himself at a distance, making my body tremble in frustration. My nails raked against the wall as I tried not to lose my mind... In the end, I could only acquiesce as I shouted, "Please!"

No sooner had the words left my mouth, his cock drove deep into me. He bucked his hips rapidly, smacking my ass as he mounted me like an animal in heat. I put a hand over my own mouth pre-emptively, silencing my moans to make sure no one outside caught on to the wild debauchery taking place in here. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs and his shaft - this was a whole new level of wetness for me.

He grabbed me by the arms and turned me towards the sink, keeping his cock buried inside me as we locked eyes in the mirror. I could feel his warm breath against my ears as he pressed his lips against them. I was nowhere near prepared when he grabbed my dress by the centre and pulled in opposite directions, splitting it right down the centre - the rag dropping to the floor so unglamorously. "You look best like this, wouldn't you agree?"

I nodded frantically, hypnotised by the way we looked in the reflection right now. My tits bounced wildly as his left hand bundled my hair into a tight bunch, keeping my head in place. His right hand hooked around my neck, controlling my breath. I always thought being choked would be painful but it was anything but. He simply applied pressure to the sides of my neck with his fingers, leaving my front untouched. All I could feel was the light-headedness of a lack of air and it made every sensation down below that much more intense. He knew what he was doing... and I loved every second of it. "Oh fuck!" I managed to scream out, my pussy convulsing around his cock. I could feel myself on the brink.

He bit down on my earlobe and whispered, "That's it... Cum for me like a good little slut." I don't know why, but his words worked on me. As if on command, I started to cum on his member, my legs shaking as my lips formed an O shape and I moaned silently. He kept me upright by the force of his grip, pounding away through my squirming. My orgasm rode out and out as he slammed his hips into mine relentlessly.

That was the first time I ever experienced a double-orgasm; when one merged onto the next one. It was an incredible sensation - like being surrounded by an ocean of warm water that could never drown you - instead only make your skin tingle, inside and out. I gave in to that feeling and felt myself getting lost in it.

When I came back to my senses, Abel pulled out and spun me around again, this time pushing me down onto my knees. "Suck my dick, Holly," he barked.

I had never given a blowjob before - but the state I was in, I'd be damned if I wasn't going to give him the best orgasm he'd ever had. I dove at his cock like it was my last meal, swallowing it eagerly while I slobbered all over it with my saliva. The one thing I had always loved, and never got enough of as a guy, was a girl who was desperate to suck my cock. It seemed to only happen in pornos but today I was going to make it a reality.

I was expecting him to taste... well, bad. But his cock tasted surprisingly okay - just like skin, with a hint of pre-cum and my cum mixed in. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on his shaft while my hands cupped and squeezed his balls. By the way he threw his head back and groaned I could tell I was doing a good job... and it made me feel oddly proud.

He grabbed the back of my head and pinned me down against his length, bucking his hips frantically. I knew he was close so I closed my eyes and gripped his ass, holding on for what was to come. Sure enough, he blew a thick load into my mouth - shooting ropes of his white seed into the back of my throat. I had tasted my own cum before and this wasn't radically different. It felt like spitting it would be more effort than just swallowing it, so I did the latter... and I was again surprised that I didn't mind it at all.

He pulled out and jerked the last of his seed out onto my tongue and I obediently held it out for him, revelling in getting him off. I was always a pleaser in bed and it just sort of extended naturally to wanting to pleasure Abel. On top of that, I could tell that he was an experienced lover who knew how to please a woman so to give him as much pleasure as I was visibly giving him felt like something of a personal triumph.

"Jesus Christ, you're a bad girl, aren't you?" he said, breathily.

I stood up and grinned at him, "I don't know what you're talking about." I kissed him slowly as my hands rubbed his chest.

"Where have you been all my life?" he asked as he squeezed my ass, then gave it a quick slap.

"Hmmm I guess you could say I'm new in town." I couldn't help but laugh, even though Abel obviously didn't understand my amusement.

"What are we going to do about this dress?" I asked as he put his clothes back on.

"Oh I'll just class that as having gone missing," he said in a way that made me wonder if this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

He went and got me my clothes from the changing room and I got dressed. I bought the remaining outfits that weren't collateral damage in our wild tryst and also some underwear that Abel hand-picked for me.

He walked me to my car and we started making out in the parking lot. It started off perfunctory but quickly turned intense and when our hands started grabbing at each other I wondered if we were about to have round two right there... I was kind of hoping we would. But he reluctantly parted our lips and said he had to get back to his job - I respected that he cared enough about it. We exchanged numbers and parted ways.

I drove home, happy all the way, running the incredible experience I'd just had through my head. I had done something I would never have even have dreamt of doing in a million years... Yet it was so easy in this new body. The feeling was intoxicating. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

When I was back in my room, laying down on my bed, surrounded by shopping bags, I couldn't help but feel happier and more excited about the future than I had done since the day I got married. All I wanted to do was explore more.

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