I was a pervert all my life. I treated women like they are merely toys for my pleasure. I took what I wanted, then left them with nothing. If I go for too long without touching a female body, it is almost like I am suffocating. I crave their soft skin like I crave air to breath. I desire every part of them: Their soft lips, shining eyes, flowing hair, graceful backs, full breasts, toned bellies, round hips, warm openings, long legs and delicate feet. To me, they have become like statues or paintings, to be enjoyed, yet entirely inhuman. I knew that one day, playing this game would get me into serious trouble. That day ... was today.
I met a woman who was almost unbelivably beautiful and entirely into me as well. She promised me that every part of her that I desire, could be mine. It was as if she read my thoughts. I needed all of her to myself. I felt like I would die if I was denied this woman. We went to her place. She had a wonderful apartment, with an amazing view of the city. She told me to wait, while she got ready. I let my gaze wander out the window and didn't even notice when she had come back. Something about her was different, however. She begin to speak about me as though she had known me and every thought I ever had. I was shocked. Did this woman actually have the ability to read minds? She went on to tell me what a disgusting person I was and that I deserve to have inflicted on me, what I did to so many women in the past.
I was about to accept that this was a hopeless undertaking and leave, when my body froze. She kept speaking like nothing happened. The woman reminded me of her promise, that everything she had could be mine. She told me that, in order to redeem myself I would have to resist my urges for only one single time. Suddenly there was a flash of light. When my vision slowly came back, she was gone. I suddenly felt a cold breeze and a need to cover myself. In a mirror on the far side of the room I saw something I did not expect to see.
It was her, yet I was the only one in the room. That meant ... I was her! How was anything like that possible? It doesn't really matter how it's possible, since it is clearly happening. Why did she do that? She said something about resisting my urges. Why would I be more tempted this way than with another woman? God my senses seem to be slowly coming back to me and I am becoming aware of just how different this body is from my regular one. It's suprisingly arousing to be on the "inside" of all the things I desire so much. Instead of having to talk a woman into grating me access to the parts I wish to touch, everything is right there. I am in control and can have as much as I want any time I want it! Nobody can stop me from doing this.
Oh my god the softness is unbelievable! Not only am I getting the sensation and satisfaction from touching this wonderfully soft and feminine flesh, I additionally get the sensation of being touched. I found this body intoxicating when I saw it from afar. Now on the inside, I feel drunk with the power to do whatever comes to my mind! That must mean my mind is still entirely my own, since I get the same rush from thinking and doing these things. Being this aroused, I would usually have quite an errection. If I am really a woman that would mean ...
... down there is also very different. Am I going too far already? What exactly is it that I need to restrain myself with? How can she expect to provide me with this opportunity and not act upon it? This is even beyond my personal needs and desires, this is something that no man might ever be able to experience first hand. Maybe this is some kind of reverse psychology, where I actually need to learn a woman's perspective in order to be more understanding? She didn't even say how long the test will be and what will happen if I fail. Maybe she has no intention to change me back in the first place and this riddle was only to mentally torture me! Screw this bitch! If she comes back here I will tell her how much her stupid game sucks and that I am doing nothing wrong by simply exploring what women feel like.
Oh my fucking god that is the strangest I have ever felt! My finger knows what it feels like to touch a woman down there, but my mind is totally blown by the sensation of being touched like that! They way my finger is spreading apart my labia and sitting inbetween. The sensation is somewhat familiar and yet totally different. It's actually starting to feel really good. I think I have to lie down, my legs are feeling weak. How can simply rubbing down there be so intense and satisfying?
I cannot believe how quickly I am accepting those feelings. I guess my mind does not really care how the pleasure is created as long as it feels good and this feels absolutely amazing. I always assumed that women feel vulnerable and needy when they are aroused, but I feel none of that. I actually want even more of it. So far the feeling has been somewhat similar to rubbing my member, but I don't think having something inside can be like anything I have felt before. I can tell how wet I am already from being so aroused from earlier. I should be able to carefully ... slide ... inside. Hooo my god! That is so ... strange. That warmth and this unknown pressure inside of me. Even though it's the first time I ever felt anything like this, I already know I want more! It's so different from rubbing like I did before, yet somehow the sensations complement eachother. One is arousing, but making me crave this pressure, while the other is fulfilling but makes me want more intense stimulation. It's amplifing eachother, making me go faster and faster until ... Oh no, I went too far! I can't stop it, I can't hold ... it .. back ... Ohhhh god!
Feelings washed over me, crashing, intermingling, impossible to absorb and experience individually. It was a cacophony of pleasure, assaulting my entire body and my mind. I felt like I was floating weightlessly. When my senses were able to perceive something other than pleasure there was a tingle in the back of my mind. Faint, like a memory, but the message was clear. I had failed the test. Even with my life on the line I was unable to restrain myself, so whomever did this to me deemed it better to leave me like this. They hope that, living on the other end of my sick games, would eventually teach me a lesson and if not, at least prevent me from causing more harm. I felt devastated about loosing my old life. How could I go on living like that? I have no idea who I am and how to live as a woman. At least it seems like I get to keep the apartment. Since I got nothing else to do right now, I might as well get used to this body. After all, I will have it for the rest of my life.
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Original author: TGDelicious Sent to my by Cbrorigins.
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