"So, you're saying that you're not Linda Davis, you're my roommate Tim Parks?" George asked.
"Correct." Linda said.
"Despite the fact that you look and sound and are dressed exactly like Linda." George added.
"Correct again. Look, I just rattled off a dozen things that only I...only Tim...would know. Some of those things are humiliatingly embarrassing for me, and you know I would never tell anyone." Linda explained, desperately trying to persuade.
"Yeah...yeah, that's true. Especially the part about the time I caught you masturbating to the cat licking herself." George said.
"Okay, I explained, yes, I was looking at the cat, but I was imagining a woman doing the same. I wasn't...you know what, the point is, there's NO WAY Linda could know that. So you know I am not pranking you here." Linda said.
"About being a telepath that jumped bodies accidentally and can't get back?" George asked. Linda nodded. "So then, I am thinking of a number between..."
"69." Linda interrupted him. "Now you changed it to 37. 56. 81. 12. Red is not a number. Nor is Dominican Republic." she said.
"Wow. That is pretty amazing. But you haven't been reading my mind like this whole time, have you?" George asked.
"So, reading is the wrong metaphor. We say reading minds as if it's a conscious act, like I have to pick up, open and actively READ the book to know what's in it. Your mind isn't like that. It's more like every neuron in your body is the chattiest gossip there is. Constantly blabbing about what it feels, what messages it's relaying, what it's doing...everything." Linda began.
"Only it says this stuff on a wavelength you can't pick up. But I can. I feel everything you feel. Emotions and physical. When you remember something, I remember it. When you think something, I think it. So it's more like I am HEARING your mind in that you're the one that won't shut up, and I am just passively hearing it all." she said.
"So..." George prompted.
"Yes, I felt your physical arousal as you stared at my ass, my tits, my legs. It felt like I was aroused looking at myself. It was weird." Linda said.
"Okay, so have you always been a telepath?" George asked.
"No. It just started this morning. I felt you jerking off this morning. It's what woke me up early." Linda said. George spat out the swig if beer he had just taken in surprise.
"I heard your thoughts, saw the fantasy you were jerking off to... Hell, I could even feel the itchy sheets under your ass. By the way, when was the last time you washed those things?" Linda said. George just wanted to hide his face.
"Stop feeling bad about it. When you feel bad, I feel bad. Anyway, it was like this all morning. It's like I was everyone simultaneously. I felt all of it. And it wasn't like I was overwhelmed, like I can tell you every one of their names, what they thought and felt when they were near me. There were times I was walking through busy parts of town and I had probably 100 people in my head." Linda said, still amazed.
"Anyway, I met Linda for coffee. And of course, I could hear and feel her just like everyone else. For the first time, I knew for sure she was into me. She was actually HOPING I would ask her to more than coffee. She actually kind of thought me asking her to coffee was me taking it too slow because I was trying to be chivalrous when she kind of wanted to push the relationship along." Linda said.
"I fucking told you!" George shouted.
"Yes, congratulations. But the thing is, reading her mind, feeling her emotions, I could say like all the perfect things to her to get the best reaction. It was like I was super-seducer. So...we basically went from coffee back to her class where she teaches self-defense stuff. She had all these mats on the floor. We got naked and started making out." Linda continued.
"Tim, you sly dog. Way to go!" George said, holding up his hand for a high five. But it never came. Linda just looked at him.
"So, you get that this is not the end of the story, right?" Linda asked before continuing. "So the thing is, as we were making out, it was amazing because I could feel both sides. So I was like double aroused. I was horny for her and for me. I felt my dick and her nipples harden. I felt the flush of warmth in her crotch. As I started going down on her...wow, women are SO sensitive down there." Linda said.
"George...do you need to like, go rub one out or something?" Linda asked.
"What? No. No, I was just, y'know, getting into the story. You're a good storyteller." George said, trying to hide his boner.
"Anyway, when I finally entered her, it was beyond amazing. I mean, I could feel both sides. The feeling of my cock being in her, and by her being filled by me. It was awesome. But the thing is, synced up like that, I was able to keep control until she was ready to cum. So we came together." Linda said.
"And that's when it went wrong. I was suddenly in her body. I think the orgasm meant that I must have, I don't know, sent my consciousness into her. My body laid unconscious on top of her...me. I had to push me off of me. Him off of me...pronouns suck!" Linda said, confused.
"I tried everything to get back to my body. I put my hands on my body's face and tried to send my brain back. I tried putting the cock in me, but it was limp and dead, and nothing I did could get it erect. I thought if maybe I could just orgasm while in contact, but I sat there and flicked my bean until I came while laying on top of him, but nothing. So I hid the body. It's more like in a coma than dead. I got dressed and came here." Linda finished.
"So...okay, what can I do to help?" George asked.
"Honestly, I don't know. I was kind of hoping that just telling the story would help me figure something out, but I barely even know how this telepathy shit works, much less what I did or how to undo it." Linda said.
"We could have sex together on top of your old body." George suggested.
"You have no idea how hard it was for me not to slap you the instant that thought formed in your one track mind." Linda retorted.
"Oh, right. I keep forgetting that you're hearing my thoughts and that I therefore can't trick you into sex." George said.
"I know, and I'm glad because I am trying to wait for you to say stuff before responding. It just seems polite." Linda said.
"No, I appreciate it." Geroge said. The two sat there thinking for awhile.
"Could you PLEASE stop thinking about how you're going to get me in bed?" Linda said, breaking the silence.
"I can't help it! You're kinda hot!" George said. Linda sighed, but then seemed to notice something and perked up. She looked at George funnily, stretched an arm out towards his crotch, palm towards him. She made a fist, and extended her middle finger as far out as it would go. George's cock swelled to it's maximum, a painful erection.
Then, she slowly let her finger down, hanging limp in her hand, and George's cock did the same. Up. Down. Up. Down.
"How are you doing that???" George asked.
"I dunno. It's like, I just realized that your chatty neurons might be able to listen to me telling them stuff. It's harder than listening. I have to really focus on something specific." she said. She extended her finger again and he got the erection back. Then she jostled her arm and finger, like a muscle spasm. And just like that, George exploded into his underpants, grimacing in his 'O-face'. It was as good as any orgasm, it just lacked all the lead up.
"Oh, god. You...you made me cum with your mind? Holy shit! We have got to have you do that to like the president or someone in the middle of a speech. It would be hilarious." George said, a little out of breath from the orgasm.
But Linda wasn't done with him, she extended her finger again, and George got a rock hard erection again, mere seconds after softening from the orgasm.
"No fucking way!" George said, and then she made him cum again. Only it was even better, his body already massively sensitive from before. "Oh god, Linda. Tim. Whoever the fuck you are, this is unbelievable!" George said. "So is the gesture thing really doing it?"
"No, the gesture is just helping with my visualization." she said.
"Can you do that to yourself?" George asked.
"Uhhh, I'm a girl at the moment, so no." Linda said.
"Not the boner and ejaculation...just the orgasm. Can you make yourself cum?" George asked. Linda hesitated as she looked down. "You're not chicken, are you McFly?" It was a gag Tim and George loved, referencing the Back to the Future movies.
Linda spread her legs a bit on the chair. She was wearing a skirt and panties. She held her hand up to her eyeline with her pussy, but her gesture was far harder to describe. She failed a couple times, but then, the third time...
"OHHHHHH!!!!!!" she screamed as her panties exploded in wetness. She convulsed and spasmed all over, and was soon sitting in a little puddle. It had been a squirting orgasm. "Oh, my...." she said, acting almost a little drunk as she basked in the afterglow of a massively powerful orgasm.
Soon, the two of them sat naked in the tub. "Okay, so we agree. We're not having sex together, this is just about more efficient cleanup." Linda stated. George nodded. Linda proceeded to alternate between them, giving them orgasm after orgasm.
Eventually, the pair laid in the tub covered in each other's fluids and giggled like children. They did this game a few more times in the coming days. Soon, it was Linda who reached out and kissed George in the tub after one of her squirts. Linda claimed she just got caught up in the moment, but George didn't need telepathy to know she was lying.
Linda never did figure out how to get back in Tim's body. It eventually passed away in the hospital, leaving Linda no more room to delude herself that being female was temporary. Linda wondered how to earn a living. She couldn't resume Tim's job, but neither did she know anything about self-defense. It was George who suggested to her that she use the one skill only she had.
Linda is now a billionaire. Linda can walk into any casino and win every poker game she joins. The funny part is she actually sucks at poker and doesn't even know strategies. But she knows everyone else's hand, and strategy. It's an advantage too large to overcome. She got even richer when she began walking near corporate meetings and boardrooms, gleaning inside info, which she then made a killing on Wall Street with.
Linda's feeling of George's arousal for her made it hard for her not to fall for him. And George actually turned out to be a pretty decent lover, making Linda feel like a woman.
Linda has also learned dozens of new applications for her telepathy in the bedroom. She can link to George safely and share pleasure with him. She can enhance their bodies' sensitivity. She can turn their arousal up and down like a volume knob.
Of course, she ruined George's proposal to her. He had just decided to ask her and she screamed "YES!!! I WANT TO BE YOUR WIFE!!!" when he hadn't even bought a ring yet. One of the few downsides. He can never surprise her or keep anything from her. But he was an honest guy, and who the hell would WANT to cheat on a woman like this, anyway?
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This is a post from the original opentgcaptions, sent to me by a kind Discord user who wishes to remain anonymous. Original author: TeaGeeYouSir