"Hey, Fred. So things have gotten a little crazy here and I'm going to need you to housesit another week."

"Wait, what? Are you serious?"

I had been a week. Julie's penthouse apartment was lovely, there was no denying that. But I had put my programming project on hold to housesit — in her body. To sit on her sales calls, and generally to look like her.

We had switched. She has a client out of line and she wanted to strong arm him, naturally I was the guy to do it.

"I don't know, Julie. I don't really want to play bountyhunter."

"Then let me do it."

"Let you do it?"

"Yeah, in your body. My company has been working on a procedure. We can switch bodies. Just for the week."

I raised my eyebrow. "How?"

"I'm not sure of the details. All I know is your spirit will go into mine, and mine into yours."

"That sounds dangerous."

"I'd pay you $40,000 for the trouble."

"I mean — That sounds great."

Julie's red dress clung to my body. It had taken me a few days to manage walking in heels. At some point you just want to look nice, especially when you are meeting with someone elses clients. I mean, it's $40,000. I'm going to uphold my end of the deal.

"Look Julie, I love your apartment, but you promised a week."

"$80,000."

I sighed. "Are you being careful out there? I don't want my body shot up or anything. I don't want to stay like this."

I listened to my voice answer back. "Yeah, I'm being safe. Stop worrying."

"Your boyfriend keeps calling and texting."

"Just ignore him. It's only another week. So will you do it? Just imagine — $80,000."

I sighed louder. "Fine."

"You're the best, Fred," said the current Fred. "I gotta run."

"Bye."

Fucking, Julie.

I had to get out of the house and blow off some steam.

So I took Julie for a long run. She's in good shape. I wasn't much of a runner — preferring to lift weights in the gym.

When in Rome.

But I'm in Julie.

For another fucking week.

Another week of fighting. Fighting "The Rule." The first three days were easy. But then it got progressively harder.

Pulling on panties. Pushing my tits into her bras. Dressing up. It's started to make me feel things.

So I run.

I stroke her long hair.

I spray on her perfume.

I do anything but the one thing she told me not to do.

But now, another week ahead of me, I realize — I can't hold out another week.

Julie will never know.

Hmmm. So this is what this feels like.

It's subtle.

It's maddening to feel the tip of my finger entering me. The pressure of Julie's pussy lips being spread. Suddenly I understand what I've been feeling. What I've been wanting.

I push it deeper. Occasionally I slide my finger out and circle my clit.

It's starting to feel really good.

And I'm all alone. The water is steaming hot. And I can take as long as I like. No one is watching. I can lay back and enjoy my desires completely. I deserve it and I want it.

Suddenly, something becomes very clear: Something is building within me, and if I stop, it will stop. My nipples harden in the cool air of Julie's bathroom and everything within me tells me I shouldn't stop.

Let's go, Julie. Show me what your body can do.

The energy builds until you can't stand it.

There's no dialing back.

I lift my hips and continue. Riding my edge. Seeking the one thing I have been denying myself for a week.

Release.

God, it makes my toes curl. And I wonder —

Should I put it on?

Oh god. I think I will.

I shouldn't have dug around her closet earlier this week.

The words on the box struck me deep.

"Bridal Lingerie"

I'm not sure why she has it. Was she planning on getting married?

It's just there. I wonder if it fits.

Should I put it on?

I've been walking around in this all evening. My steps growing more sure. I stand up straight and push my tits out. I feel the toe-curling way these panties clutch my sex. The satin and lace upends my senses.

I already know that when I change back I will be buying a pair and nestling my balls into the soft satin. I ache inside at the thought and I feel the snugness of my panties anew. They feels so much better against a pussy.

The little white bow wrecks my mind. Just as much as the orgasm in the bath.

This feels right to wear this. I'm not sure why.

Oh, the cute little bow, lying halfway up my tummy where my cock would have risen in my old body. And this underwear, lacy and slight. I love the way it wraps around my hips. Strapping on my stockings made me want to bury my fingers in my pussy again.

I feel the continual pull in my stockings, the beckoning supprt of my garter belt. Locked in to this lingerie. Imprisoned by the constant feeling of feminity teasing my male nature. Every article of clothing whispering, "isn't this better?"

I already know this week is going to be different.

I just don't suspect how much different it will be —

Until its too late.

How did he get inside?

Oh, fuck.

Act natural.

I didn't realize her boyfriend has a key.

"Where have you been?"

"Just busy."

"Oh, you look great in this. But I bought you something else for you to play in."

"Play?"

"Don't you want me to lick your pussy?"

Oh. . .

Oh. Fuck.

How did he get inside?

The question echoed in my mind. My little knees pressed into the couch. My forearms planted.

It just kind of happened. A tuck of his hand under my panties and my knees felt weak.

It was a deep orgasm. One I realized my fingers could have never sparked off. His cock touched something out of reach within me. It was the missing piece.

Each impact resonated in my hip bones, his cock positively stuffing me and building to a crescendo within me.

When I came the whole room shook.

The flash kicked me over into deep femininity.

He would follow soon behind me — volley after volley of heat shooting deep inside of me. Firing into my receptive cervix and coating the walls of my new pussy.

It woke me up. As much to the full sensation of female sex as to the reminder I had forgotten to pick up Julie's birth control from the pharmacy like she had asked me to. I think about how Julie and I had scoffed at the change technician's instructions about avoiding pregnancy. "If you get knocked up, there's no switching back."

As if to punctuate this memory, his cock pulses again and I feel filled to the brim.

My orgasm sparked his, firing the entire contents of his balls deep within me. Still, with a cock this big, and my pussy so tight, our seal unbroken meant it wouldn't be slipping out of me just yet, giving it time. My eyebrows arched with every passing second.

I like the way he savors my body, sliding his hands over my hips and ass, shooting it deep. Rather than run, I rock back on his cock and let him take his time.

The moans from my throat twist my synapses.

By all means, fill me up with your come. You're the one with the cock. I grip him with my pussy in thanks. This is all the cock I need.

I feel so fucking girly all of a sudden. So fucking split. Impaled and spread.

The intimicy wrecks me. There's another person inside of me. I feel the heat of Julie's boyfriend. He's slipping out slowly — and I don't want him to.

I want him to stay.

I want to fuck him. And him to fuck me.

My body shakes in orgasmic aftershocks, spurred on by his sliding cock.

It's Friday night and suddenly all of my plans are out the window.

"Honey, fuck back."

I feel my lips spread and tightly suctioned around his cock as he says this and I immediately do as he says. We move together as one. Suddenly, my mind twists into a cloud of pink cotton candy. I twist my stockinged toes and lock them around his thighs — so his cock doesn't get away.

I have to face the truth: I'm fucking dumb for this cock.

Silly for it.

A ditz for it.

Every push back a wanton little moan comes from my throat. I listen to the rhythm.

I lock my feet behind his thighs and pull myself onto it.

I need it. I need it deep.

Julie tastes so good on his cock. I pull it to my mouth in ownership. He deserves it.

Now that we've fucked, the love inside of me for him is mind bending. Feminine hormones course through my extremities, aiding in my attachment. I just know when we're done I will crumble into his arms and cuddle him softly. He's my fucking hero — because he makes me feel like a woman. I want him good and hard, and I will do what it takes to make that happen. I love being on my knees in front of him.

I'm being converted.

God, the way the head of his cock plumbs my depths, tugs at my lips, pushes me open — Fuck.

Oh, he's coming again. Oh, no. I think of it so crassly it makes me blush. God, I love that he doesn't pull out. He buries it deep, nearly impaling me, and I feel very pulse. Each one delivering a little more of his seed into my womb, adding to my fullness.

My masculinity lies in ruins around my psyche. Humming with every pulse. Cheering my destruction.

That's right.

My thoughts twist along with my persona.

Put another batch in my babymaker.

I love being fucked.

Let me have every shot. I'll use it, I promise. I want to.

Between sessions, when we lay in bed catching our breath, I'm beginning to think two weeks of housesitting is not long enough.

I need more than that.

I smell us in the air, the sweet and potent mix of my feminine lubrication and his seed dripping onto the bed.

What if it were my bed?

I think of Julie's purse is on the kitchen counter. Julie's wallet is inside with her ID.

My purse.

My ID.

I feel Julie's boyfriend's cock coming alive again on my thigh.

My cock.

Later that evening, Julie's phone dings. I go to the kitchen counter and retrieve it.

She's texted me.

I smile and enjoy the way my fingernails click on her phone as I respond.

I smile even wider when I get her last message. I bite my lip and curl my toes in my stockings.

But I can text with Fred later.

Right now I'm going to put my phone down, find my boyfriend, and we're going to get back to work.

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