I had the hots for my neighbour ever since I had moved in two years ago. She was a few years older than me, but that made her even hotter and it seems like her boobs never really stopped growing either. I once saw her open the door to a delivery boy merely wrapped in a towel and it totally confirmed my suspicion, that her boos really were this huge and she was not pushing or stuffing anything. We never had much interaction besides seeing eachother in the hallway and saying hello. I guess she does not bare much interesting in me, since I am a bit younger.
One day, I was sitting at my desk doing some homework, there was this big flash of light and it totally blinded me. When the light faded I found that I wasn't in my room anymore! I was suddenly assaulted by many unknown sensations. I was lying down on a bed. However, the sheets were completely unknown to me and everything smelled very flowery and sweet. I could swear I knew this smell from somewhere. Also the bed felt much softer than my own. Looking around the room, there were all kinds of decorations and posters that you might find a girl putting up in her room. I pushed myself off of the bed when I felt a heavy weight pulling on my chest. I instinctively tilted my head down, to see what was going on, when a bunch of blonde hair fell into my face. Puzzled I pulled away at the veil of hair, only to uncover the sight of a low cut shirt, streched to its limit by an enormous pair of tits! There was no doubt in my mind whose rack that must be, but why was I looking down at it from my own perspective? I was mesmerized for a solid couple of moments before I hear furious banging on the door.
The banging got me out of my hypnotized state and standing up. Standing felt extremely weird, as my center of gravity was completely off. I was certainly taller than I used to be, but there was also a lot of extra weight in unfamiliar places. Since the flat wasn't very large and there was a constant assault on the door, it wasn't too hard to find it entrance. You open the door and see yourself standing in front of it! You both just stare at eachother for a moment, before your body snaps out of it and asks what the hell was going on and why you swapped bodies. Just then the realization truly hit me, that I was in my hot neightbours body and she was in mine! I had no idea how or why this happened. I asked her ... him ... me, to come in and we could talk about this.
We sat down, talking for a while. We actually started by introducing eachother, since we had never really talked a lot. We were both clueless what had happened and were doing totally mundane things when we got swapped. We had all our normal memories from ourselves. It was really just that our minds were put into eachothers bodies. We both agreed that we had to find a way to reverse this, but no idea how. While it was certainly neat to be THIS close to a girl I've had the hots for for two years now, did I have no intention to live the rest of my life as a woman. The question was just: How? Neither of us had ever heard of something similar happening and it was too crazy to just see a doctor about. It would proabably be possible to convince our friends and relatives of our identity, but that still would not mean anybody would be able to help us or believe us outside of our trusted ones.
After a while of talking I notice my body to squirm slightly in his seat. I ask if she is not feeling well, but she just waves it off. Observing the scene a couple of moments longer it finally clicks: She's getting a hard on! My body must be reacting to her body on its own! I don't know if that's disgusting or hillarious, but it certainly is nice to see someone else suffer for a change! I point out that I figured out her problem and she get's beet red and asks if there is nothing she could do to stop it. I tell her that I could not figure out a way to stop getting boners randomly in all the years I've been a guy, but she can feel free to tell me if she does. It is kind of funny to see someone else struggle the way I did, while at the same time it is weird to think that right now, I don't even have a dick.
She goes on to tell me, that I am not allowed to do anything indecent while in her body. I tell her, that I will try my best, but that eventually I will have to change clothes or take a shower, so I am bound to see and feel a few things. And anyways, she is the one who was already getting a hard-on. She blushed again and told me, that she would stay with me, to make sure I wasn't doing anything with her body, that she didn't approve of. I didn't really mind that too much, since I had no idea how to even live as a woman in the first place, but I pointed out, that she would probably be getting many more erections if she kept hanging out around her old body. She then asked if you didn't get accustomed at some point and I was sad to inform her, that things usually just get worse the longer you are exposed and don't get any relieve. Then something unexpected happend: She began to cry. I was confused for a moment. Between sobs she brought out how much she hated this situation. How humiliating it was to be in my body and how she just wants her life back. I hesitate for a couple a seconds before I do something I never do: I hug her. I totally know what effect it would have on my body being hugged by this absolute pillow of boobs, but it still feels like the right thing to do. After a couple of seconds she begins to calm down and thanks me. I tell her that I just felt like the natural thing to do, and that maybe our bodies do somehow still affect our minds, as this is something I would normally not do.
She told me that she needed a bit of time to herself and she trusted me to take good care of her body while she was gone. With that I saw my body leave and left me alone in an unknown girls flat. I was quite sure she was going to masturbate, as I could totally understand the amount of blue balls she must be suffering from by now. However I didn't want to bring it up and humliate her even more. For a moment I was considering to check her body out, but decided not to do it. I could see how much trouble she was having with this situation and didn't want to take advantage of it. I tried my best not to check myself out too much, even when showering.
Two days went by and we have met a few times since, discussing our situation. We decided that we needed to go shopping for food and stuff. Since she didn't want to go out in her state, she told me how to dress and to go get groceries. I don't really know why she assumed that I was more comfortable going out than her, but I didn't object too much. As she was mostly wearing skirts and shorts we had to look for a while to find some clothes that I was comfortable with. We finally managed to find a pair of jeans and a not-too-low-cut top, that still revealed way too much. To my dismay, I still had to wear a bra and a string, as this was all she had in her drawer. It was quite uncomfortable and I was wondering how she managed to wear this every day. Finally ready I went out to the grocery store.
The experience was strange, to say the least. I was getting so many looks and felt observed at all time! It was terrible. I think at least 4 guys were trying to hit on me and even more were offering help with my groceries. Did she always have to deal with this? The rost part however was: I was liking the attention! I felt a rush thinking about how I was the center of attention and everyone was looking at me! Was she some kind of exhibitionist? I made it back home, out of breath. I told her that I was breathing so heavily because I loaded up more than I could carry, because I didn't account for her being weaker than my body and told her I needed a shower. The truth was however, that I was turned on. A lot. I could feel that my panties were completely drenched and stepping under the shower didn't help either. The water did relax me, but didn't help to calm me down. Involuntarily my fingers reached between my legs and began their work. I didn't think about it a lot and just kept rubbing and poking in spots that felt good. Eventually, I felt that all the pent-up exual energy was about to boil over when my legs started shaking and my body was convulsing involuntarily. It took a surprising amount of time before I was in control again, but there was no doubt in my mind that I just had my first female orgasm. I felt bad that I had betrayed her trust like that and decided, that we needed to talk about this topic.
... to be continued ...