Message-ID: <13040eli$9807151640@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jan Williams" Subject: The Bracelets 2/2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980714171911.10050.qmail@hotmail.com> Content Warning: This work of fiction contains mature subject matter and graphic sexual language including descriptions of consensual sex between men and women. If you think you can't deal with this story, or if it's illegal to possess such material in your locality, please hit the delete button now. If you're a minor as defined by the laws in your locality then you MUST stop now and go no further. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any person(s) dead, alive, or fictional is merely a really weird coincidence. The Bracelets By Jan Williams PART 2/2 BACK HOME It was late in the evening when we arrived at our house in Florida, too worn out from the trip to do anything but shower and go to bed. It was almost noon before we finally got up. We made a comfortable living writing and illustrating technical manuals and had a couple of months backlog of work so we didn’t have to go anywhere except for supplies. That was good, because Cindy had some plans for me that were going to keep me in the house for several weeks. We spent part of the day putting our things away and straightening up the house, a good supper and we were feeling normal again. We had been sitting together on the sofa for awhile, fooling around a little when Cindy got up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She put the bracelets on the bed and started to undress, almost doing a strip in front of me. I got the message and beat her to the bed. Cindy had put a magnifying glass and a notebook on the night stand. She started examining one of the bracelets under the glass, sketching the designs on the pad. There was nothing obvious that we hadn’t already found but we needed to examine them more closely with a stronger glass. Cindy handed me the one and I handed her the other. We put them on, female up for Cindy and male up for me, turned to make me dominant and sat back, feeling silly like we were waiting for lights to flash or something. It probably took all of twenty seconds for us to change each other into our 69 models and fall into a passionate embrace. “Cindy, I want to find out how each of us really feels about sex, how we like to do each thing to the other and how we like to have each thing done to us. Lets start with a single thing and work it out until we are satisfied. Remember, we’ve got to turn the center part the right way before we start.” “Fine, fuck me,” smiled Cindy as she turned her bracelet and lay back, spreading her legs, “fuck me the way it feels best for you.” This is going to be fun I thought as I turned mine, slid my cock into her cunt and started thrusting hard and fast, full deep strokes until I came. “You’re not through yet,” said Cindy, “you’ve got to make me cum too, use your hand.” I saw where this was leading and what I had done wrong as I brought her to her orgasm. “Now, turn me into a man and I’m going to turn you into a woman and fuck you the way it feels best for me.” We changed our bracelets and started in. It didn’t take her long to cum, she used her hand and made me cum. “I see why you did what you did,” said Cindy, “those hard deep thrusts with no letup felt great, I didn’t want to letup or anything, just keep thrusting. How did it feel to you?” “I loved the feel of your cock in my cunt, incidently, the more we do it the better it feels, but it didn’t seem to be driving my orgasm.” “Did you want some attention on your clit?” “Yeah, I guess that’s it. If you had moved your body a little higher up on me your cock might have rubbed over my clit a little. You could have rubbed your pelvis over my clit when you got all the way in, maybe just held it there and rubbed it for a moment before you withdrew for the next stroke. I could do that and still thrust in fast and hard.” “Change me back to a woman and hand me that dildo, I want to show you something.” “Now, get down close and watch my pussy lips and my clit, see what happens to my lips when I push the dildo in my cunt?” “Yeah, they move, the entrance to your cunt, your cunt lips, are drawn in by the dildo and your pussy lips pull down on your clit’s hood a little, it rubs over your clit.” “That’s right, and if you fuck me long enough you’ll make me cum that way. But you usually cum before it happens.” I changed Cindy back to a man and she fucked me two more times, doing the things she knew made her feel good and making herself cum also. We changed back and I fucked her, trying to do what she had done while she responded to my thrusts in a way that increased the pressure and movement on her clit. We spent the rest of the evening and a large part of the night fucking each other, each time getting better until the man could make the woman cum every time. Up late again for brunch. “I want to eat your pussy,” I said, “lets practice that today.” “Ok, but I want to eat yours first,” said Cindy, changing me into her 69 model while I let her revert to her normal self. She was getting a kick out of eating herself. It seemed there could be two Cindy’s as long as one was an idealized version of the other but we couldn’t have two normal Cindys. “I want to show you what feels best to me first and then let you use your imagination on me.” Cindy started with a lingering French kiss and worked her way down my body to the inner part of my thigh, hardly missing a spot on the way. “Foreplay is important in oral sex, you can hurt my clit if you start right in on it if the juices aren’t already flowing in my cunt. That’s how you can tell if I’m hot enough, the entrance to my cunt gets wet.” Then she lapped over to my cunt and French kissed it long and deep, slowly working up my slit to my clit, lingering at my pee hole on the way. By the time she got to my clit I was holding her head, pulling her to me, bucking up against her face. She started sucking my clit in and out of her mouth, flicking her tongue over it each time it came in, driving me higher and higher until I came in a shower of stars. Then she changed me back, it was my turn to eat her. We practiced until supper, Cindy guiding me to do what she wanted, talking to me as I tried different things until I could make her cum again and again. We occasionally changed back so she could show me how something felt. Supper and a nap, then we fucked for awhile, to make sure we had not forgotten how to do it I said. A short day but we were tired, we removed each others bracelet and went to sleep early. A delicious Breakfast this time, followed by some cuddling on the sofa. “Do you realize we’ve been naked since the morning after we got back?” asked Cindy. “I guess we haven’t needed any clothes,” answered Rick, “Why, you want to dress up?” “No silly, I just realized it, it feels good doesn’t it.” “Yeah.” Cindy got up and started upstairs with me right behind. “I need to have some control over you for this,” she said, “We’re both going to be male and you’re going to teach me how to suck your cock, really suck it.” “Here, put this on with the arrows up,” she said as she handed me my bracelet. I set it for male and put it on. I handed her hers set for male and she put it on with her arrows down. My male mind was in charge now as I changed her into her 69 version of me. I knew what I liked and I didn’t require much foreplay, a woman’s hand on my cock was enough, or even a smile and her tongue licking her lips would probably do it. We moved into a side by side 69 position and Cindy took my cock in his mouth. Cindy was sending strong signals to me, forcing my sexuality to take over, I wanted to hold him as he sucked me. He slowly eased his cock up to my mouth and rubbed its head over my lips as he swallowed my cock to the hilt. My lips closed over his cock and slowly sucked it into my mouth. He let his lips slide back to the same place as mine were on him. I flicked my tongue over his head and felt his tongue on mine, then we sucked in more of it, in and out, suck and lick, every move I made he followed. I knew what I liked, what I wanted but never had. I slid it toward my throat, no gaging as I pressed hard against its head, feeling it enter as Cindy adjusted my throat to his cock; all the way in now, my lips pressed tight to his crotch as I felt his teeth over my sac. I was sucking a cock with a man’s mind now, but it was different, Cindy made me accept it. It was almost like I was sucking my own cock, when I touched a spot on his cock I felt the touch on mine, every touch I desired at my call until my pulsing cock shot its cum into his throat followed by a mouthful for me. It wasn’t long before Cindy had found every secret spot and learned every pleasurable movement I knew, plus a few new ones of her own. By noon she could make me cum with just her flicking tongue. A warm shower together, a good lunch with a glass of wine and we were settled down on the sofa, the feel of our bare skin exciting us as she sat between my legs, leaning back against me. “Well, we’ve covered the basics,” I said, “I think I know much more about your response to sex, what you like to have done to you and how you like to have it done. There was a lot I never knew. It was fascinating to experience your sensations as things were being done to you. I can’t think of anything more erotic than to experience the sensations that were occurring in your cunt as a cock was being thrust into it, your clit as it was sucked into a mouth.” “I finally understand your need to be held and caressed until the climax of your orgasm subsides, and how long that takes.” “Yes, now I know how a cock feels when a warm cunt envelopes it and slides back and forth over it, What hard thrusts feel like and long slow ones. I know where those special places are and how it feels when they are licked and sucked just right. I had never dreamed how it felt to have your cum sucked out of your cock and how much it meant to have your cum swallowed; to complete your orgasm with no interruption, only a continuously increasing intensity of motion until your orgasm climaxed.” I wanted to try 69, with our normal gender and then swap genders. We started out with Cindy on top of me. I did every thing to her cunt we had learned and she did the same to my cock. Then we swapped genders. I changed my bracelet to female and was on top of Cindy with her cock in my mouth and her tongue in my cunt. It was good this time, I was a woman sucking a man’s cock while he ate my pussy. My woman’s mind and throat savored that luscious cock I was bobbing my head up and down over. I found myself waiting for the cum to shoot out of it so I could swallow it. The best of all was when we could cum together and I could feel his pulsing cock shooting his cum into my mouth during my climax. We changed to girl on girl 69 and brought each other to climax again and again, finally turning to lie in each others arms and kiss, long and lovingly. I got Cindy to change her gender and do 69 again, I was beginning to enjoy it. I changed to the bottom position. I wanted her to be in a position where she could thrust her cock into my throat if she wanted to. After I had sucked her cock for a while I took it out and said “Fuck my throat, now, do it,” and waited for it to be forced into me as she wanted to do it. Cindy slid me to the edge of the bed and let my head hang over the side, slowly sliding her cock down into my throat until her balls were pressed against my nose and eyes, then slowly sliding its head in and out of me from my teeth to the bottom of my throat; only pausing to give me time to take a breath between thrusts. She continued fucking my throat just like I had fucked her two days ago until she came. She leaned over to suck my clit until I came, still holding her cock in my mouth. “I think that did it,” I said, “I wanted to suck your cock, I didn’t just accept it, I wanted it. Changing my bracelet to female blotted out my male objections, it was okay then. Just like our girl on girl 69, I liked that too, I want to do more before we go to sleep tonight, I want to dream about being a woman with a cock in my throat.” We napped till supper time and then sat around, talking, cuddling, making plans for tomorrow. Cindy had plans for me but I didn’t know about them. We did male on female 69 with me as the female again. My mind accepted a cock in my mouth, there was no thought of me being a man, just woman thoughts about how good it felt in my throat. “Cindy, I want to try something,” I said, “The arrows are up on both of our bracelets, I want to discuss sexuality for a while and see how we look at the subject.” “Ok professor,” laughed Cindy, “start in.” I started the discussion off with questions on sucking cock. We had done this before so the subject was familiar. I noticed that my position seemed to be that it was ok for women to suck cock, even if it was a man in a woman’s body. Cindy agreed it was ok for a woman but had some reservations if it was a man in a woman’s body. We changed the arrows and continued the discussion, going into more detail. My position slowly shifted so that I was developing reservations about a man in a woman’s body. Now Cindy thought it was alright either way. We changed them back to up and I tried to summarize my findings. We had already worked out the figures, they controlled how the body responded to sex. Cindy could change my body to male or female regardless of which figure was up, but the responses of my body would not be satisfying to me unless I had the figure right. We had figured out the dominance part of the arrows but not the other part. There was a difference between arrows up and arrows down. The arrows did two things, they influenced dominance and which version of the mind was present. If my female figure was up and my arrows up, I experienced sex like a woman; I felt it and thought about it like a woman. Although I knew I was a man in a woman’s body, that was irrelevant. If the arrows were down, however, my male mind was present, and it questioned what I was doing; It didn’t stop me, but it raised questions in my mind and tended to spoil the pleasure somewhat. “That’s why I changed my position wasn’t it,” said Cindy, “When mine were up I had a man’s mind in a man’s body but when they were down my woman’s mind was back.” “Mine are up,” I said, “make me a woman.” changing Cindy to a man as I slid over her, settling my pussy over his face while I sucked his cock into my throat, keeping it there for about two hours, my male mind just an observer. We showered and went to bed for the night. Cindy wanted us to sleep with our bracelets on to see what our dreams would produce. We had done it in England and I thought it might be fun to do it again. Cindy kept me female all night and I woke up feeling fine, not even thinking about being a woman, just enjoying it. We were cleaning up after breakfast when the phone rang, it was Cindy’s sister. She wanted Cindy to look after her baby boy while she and the rest of her family went shopping for furniture for their new home. This played right into Cindy’s hands, she said she would be glad to. They would bring him over in about fifteen minutes. “Quick, change me into my normal self, I’ve got to dress before she gets here.” “Now, you go upstairs and hide until she’s gone, wait, let me have your bracelet.” I didn’t have time to think about what she asked and did it immediately. Susan didn’t even come inside, just handed Timmy to Cindy and ran back to the car. We both love kids. I think they're great -- if you can stand the smell and the noise that is. Cindy was taking care of Timmy and I was doing some work on one of our jobs at the computer when Cindy came up to me and said, "Susan forgot to leave any baby food when she brought Timmy." "Don't we have any milk?" I asked. "No, not a drop," she replied. Now, I knew that wasn't true so I went to the refrigerator to check. There had been three cartons in there that morning, but now all of them were gone. I had my hand on the refrigerator door and was looking inside. "Cindy, where did the milk go?" I felt something go around my wrist and put my hand over it before I realized what it was. It was too late, I had closed it and it had snapped shut. "Cindy! Not with the baby in the house!" "It's because of the baby I'm doing this. He's hungry." She took me up into the bedroom where Timmy was. He didn't appear to be hungry at all. Cindy pushed me toward the baby and then took several paces backwards. Timmy gurgled. I realized that I was closer to him than I was to anyone else, but I didn't think I'd have anything to worry about. He was far too young to have anything approaching sexual desire. Well, I was right about that, but Timmy did have something on his mind, lunch. I felt a large weight on my chest as I grew two very large breasts. My shirt got tighter and tighter. I felt the pressure building and knew my shirt wouldn't survive long. The buttons shot off and my huge mammaries popped out. I felt the rest of my body shift and change, and looked in the mirror to see Cindy's sister staring back, except she didn't have breasts anywhere near this size. I ran my hands over my body and found that Timmy had got a few facts about his mother's body wrong. The breasts were the size of beach balls, and were almost pulling me over. I found I still had a cock between my legs. It was small and undeveloped. Timmy obviously thought everyone was like that down there. How could he know any differently? A desire was flooding though my brain, but it was not a sexual one. At least, not overtly. I felt a warm wetness on my hands as I cupped my breasts in my hands and lifted their huge weight. I pulled my hands away and looked at the white fluid on my palms. It was milk. I picked up Timmy and held him against one of my oversized breasts. He found the huge erect nipple and managed to get it into his mouth. Then he started feeding. It was an absolutely incredible sensation to feel milk being sucked from my breast. It was also extremely erotic, but I didn't have the equipment to really do anything about it. The sensuous feeling just grew and grew. Finally, Timmy was full. I maneuvered him around my mountainous breasts to my shoulder where I successfully burped him. My breasts were still heavy with milk. I needed to find someone else who would continue to drink it from me, Cindy came to mind, after all this was her fault. She came to my rescue, only not in the way I was thinking of. She took Timmy from me and then stood between the baby and me as she cleaned him up, letting me return to the muscled version of my own body. She took him to the spare bedroom and then returned. I expected her to remove the bracelet, but instead she just concentrated on my body. Again, it rippled and changed. I had two firm breasts. Large, but not nearly as big as the ones I’d had moments before. I got my pants and shorts off before my expanding hips split them and confirmed that I had a pussy to go with the tits. Cindy stood me in front of the mirror. My eyes widened in surprise at what I saw. I now looked just like my normal Cindy, except I was a little better endowed. "Cindy, what are you up to?" "Just a little experiment of mine, my darling sister. I want to see how far the body will change when the bracelet is left on for a few days." "No!" I exclaimed. I tried to tell her to take the bracelet off, but nothing would come out. Cindy had the female image up with the arrows pointing to me and was working on my mind, my sex urge was overpowering me and I was already fingering myself. Cindy took me back to bed and brought me to orgasm after orgasm as she ate my pussy. After a while, she got dressed and did a few chores around the house, leaving me to masturbate on my own. I had to stay close to her or risk being influenced by the neighbors. I considered several times making a break for my neighbors. That way I'd get out of Cindy's influence, but I had no way of knowing how they'd react, or what their deepest fantasies were. I decided it wasn't worth the risk. Cindy tried to get me to help her clean the house, but I was far too turned on to be of much use. She had to lock me in the bedroom when her sister and her husband returned to pick up Timmy. At one point Susan's husband came upstairs to use the bathroom and I was transformed into his fantasy. His desires made me a cute young Asian woman. It was all I could do to resist calling out to him. Thankfully they left soon afterwards and Cindy reasserted her control over my body. At first I tried to get her to take the bracelet off me, I couldn't say that in so many words of course, but she knew what I wanted. My female mind was working now but even it wasn’t happy about this little trick of Cindy’s, I mean logic is logic and neither mind was ready for this. Cindy kept me in a more or less constant state of sexual arousal during our waking hours doing 69, and sleeping in each others arms at night. It really didn’t seem to be a lesbian experience since we were really husband and wife. I had begun to like it, girl on girl with her, during our sessions earlier in the week. Besides, I had to have something in my pussy even if it was only a tongue, and I was beyond caring who was suckling me. On the second day Cindy told me of her plan: "We’re going to swap places for a while." "What?!" I cried. “Five days,” she said, “but since you’ve been such a good boy you get to stay seven days so I can get my five in.” "I found being a man very interesting," she told me, "I'd like to know what it’s like to live like a man and make love to a woman, I want to wake up as a man in the morning and go to sleep at night with my cock in a cunt. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else but you, so I have to make you the woman.” She smiled. "Besides, I can tell you'd like to have a cock inside you again." I denied it vehemently, but inside I was feeling a growing desire to have a man between my legs. By that night I was in such a state of arousal I agreed to let her take my bracelet off just long enough for me to take it from her and put it back on. I knew we had to do it that way to protect us from any outside influences and she had me so worked up I didn’t even think of not putting it back on. Even my female mind tried to resist turning Cindy into a man for such an extended period but it gave in to what Cindy was doing to my more prominent female desires. I relented completely after we had gone up to the bedroom and turned her into Cindy’s model 69 version of Rick. I watched my wife undress and walk toward me, her enormous cock preceding her like a lance pointed straight at my cunt. I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs slightly. Despite all my previous protestations I really did want to feel that delicious cock filling my cunt. We kissed hungrily, her hands roaming all over my curvy body. One of them made its way between my legs and started to massage my clit. As the sensations grew inside me I felt Cindy's red-hot cock pushing against my side. My legs spread as the sensations grew, my female mind wanting to be made love to. "Now! Fuck me now!" I virtually screamed in her ear. Her hand left my pussy, slowly guiding her cock into my aching cunt. My back arched as Cindy slid it slowly in to the hilt, my mind reveling in the feeling of my cunt being filled completely. I felt Cindy gasp with pleasure as I clenched my vaginal muscles around her cock, heightening our pleasure as Cindy began thrusting in me, doing all the things she knew a woman wanted, all those things we had been practicing. It was so alien to the way I normally had sex, but it felt better than any experience as a man. Cindy dominated me, I belonged to her completely. I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her deep into me with every thrust, my woman’s mind feeling the unmistakable build-up of my orgasm. I shrieked my pleasure as I reached my climax, holding onto Cindy for dear life, feeling her pulsing cock pumping her seed into me as she reached her own climax. I held on to Cindy's muscular body tightly as we recovered, finally pulling apart. Cindy was almost ready to go again, feeling the delicious heat radiating out from my pussy. I looked over at Cindy, it was odd to see my own face on someone else. Cindy was smiling, enjoying fucking her body with my body. When Cindy had first turned me into a copy of herself, I had been furious. Now, for the first time, I was beginning to enjoy the thought of staying female for a little while. Having a female version of my mind turned on by the bracelet was complicating things, it thought I was a woman; my male mind was off in the distance, fighting a losing battle. Being on the receiving end of a royal fucking like the one I just had wasn’t helping my male side either, it finally gave up. "Wow!" Cindy breathed. "That was fantastic. The more I do this the more I can appreciate how it is for a man." "I'm glad you enjoyed it, because you’re going to stay that way for a while." I told her. "I may leave your bracelet on you for an extra week." "Don't you want to be male again?" she asked me in surprise. "Well, yes. It's fun being female, but I don't intend to stay this way. I'm just doing to you what you did to me. Then maybe you'll ask in the future." I tried to sound angry, but I don't think I succeeded. We spent the next few hours making love. It was midnight before we decided to just lie there, slowly drifting off to sleep. I woke up the next morning with Cindy’s tongue in my cunt, trying to get me hot enough to fuck. Why didn’t you just ask I said, spreading my legs as I pulled her up on me, feeling her cock filling my cunt for another day of fucking. What a way to start the day I thought as we finished our second orgasm. I left Cindy playing with her new cock and took a shower. I enjoyed washing my soft curvy new body, although it took me ages to dry my hair. I even got a little turned on again when I toweled myself down. I felt odd when I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw the beautiful woman I had become. Well, it was only for a few days. I studied the soft curves of my new body. This was the first time I'd had a long look at it, even though I’d been wearing it for three days. Before, I had been too busy fucking or masturbating. It gave me a strange feeling to think I was now totally a woman. Finding something to wear proved a little difficult. It was obvious that none of Cindy's bras were going to be anywhere near big enough to contain my breasts. I did need some form of support to bring the wobbling masses of flesh under control. I managed to get Cindy's attention long enough for her to come up with an idea. She gave me one of her checkered shirts to wear and then knotted it just under my breasts. It displayed a surprising amount of cleavage, but it did control my mammaries to a certain extent. I felt a little odd when I slipped into a pair of lacy white panties, but they fitted much better than a pair of my boxer shorts would have. Cindy tried to get me to wear a short skirt, which seemed to be little more than a wide belt, but I decided on a pair of tight jeans instead. Finally, ready to face the world, I turned to the mirror to see if I was okay. My jaw dropped open when I saw my reflection. I was beautiful. My long hair cascaded over my shoulders. My bountiful breasts seemed on the point of bursting out of the shirt I had on. My midriff was bare, exposing my sensuous curves, the jeans only accentuated my wide hips and shapely legs. I knew I could have any man I wanted if I put my mind to it. I was slightly disturbed by that thought. I was not sure anymore that I could blame such thoughts on the bracelet. Cindy was still playing with her cock when I left her to go downstairs. We had learned enough about the bracelets to be able to set them so we could separate while we were wearing them without worrying about accidents. I did some tidying up, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Cindy. I was back upstairs, impaled on her hard cock by ten. We stopped to clean up for lunch, sex is messy and my cunt kept filling up with cum. Cindy showed me how to use the hot water bottle to douche instead of those one-shot bottles I had used previously. She showed me what to use so the constant douching wouldn’t irritate my cunt. We took a shower together, dried each other off and dressed for lunch; it seamed to be a waste of time to dress when we knew we were just going to take them back off, but you never know. I stayed downstairs to do some work and Cindy went back to bed. The only other person I talked to that day was a door to door salesman. All through his sales pitch, he was eyeing me up. It felt very odd to have a body that caused such desires in other men. I caught myself thinking that he wasn't that bad-looking for a man. I could even see that he had an erection from the bulge in his pants. I think he saw me looking, because he asked if I was alone. When he offered to come in and give me a full demonstration of his 'equipment' I dropped an unsubtle hint that my husband upstairs might not like it. He wasn't in a good mood as he left, I'm sure he called me a cock tease under his breath. My heart was racing as I closed the door. I nearly went straight back upstairs to take the bracelet off Cindy but I managed to stop myself. I didn't want to show Cindy I couldn't handle being female. I was worried that I had led the salesman on though. Was that simply him trying his luck, or had I sent him some sort of unconscious sign that I was available? Had wearing the bracelet so long warped my thought processes? I spent part of the afternoon trying to work on the manual Cindy and I were writing. However, I got sidetracked by my new body too often, my large breasts seemed to get in the way and then one thing led to another. Eventually, I headed back upstairs to Cindy. She was sleeping but woke up as I entered. My encounter with the salesman was still worrying me. It was strange how my male mind would creep back into my consciousness from time to time, I hadn’t even thought about being a man in a woman’s body since yesterday evening, I had just been a woman. It was back now, telling me that being a woman was fun, and sex from the other side was . . . interesting, but that I'd be glad to get back in my own body. It faded away again as it told me that until then, I was going to give my gorgeous curvy body a good workout with that hard cock I was looking at. “Cindy, I’ve made up my mind, I want to spend the next few days waking up as a woman in the morning and going to sleep at night with your cock in my cunt.” Our first bout together was quick and furious. She held my wrists with her hands as she pounded into me. The feeling of being totally in the power of a strong man only added to my pleasure. I just wrapped my legs around her and hung on for dear life. I never seemed to get enough and Cindy was ready to go again in only a few minutes. She held back until that beautiful cock was hard again and then flipped me onto my hands and knees and took me from behind. I felt her cock penetrate me deeper than it ever had as she bottomed it in me in one motion. Her strong hands dug into my soft breasts as I fingered my clit, bringing on several powerful orgasms while she had two. I felt almost satisfied after this round, lying there slowly stroking my clit, watching Cindy playing with her cock. As I was watching her, an idea crept into my head. One thing I had experienced with a former girlfriend had been a tit-fuck. I'd have loved to fuck Cindy’s tits but they hadn’t been big enough for that then. However, her new model 69 body that I was using had nice big ones, large enough for Cindy to fuck. I watched her reach another climax. Where did all that cum come from? We were going to have to throw the bed sheets away. As she finally rested, I crawled up her firm body and pushed my tits together around her cock. She gave a long low moan at the feeling of her cock between my breasts. I rolled over on my back, guiding her to straddle my chest and pressed my tits tight around her slippery cock, encasing it as she stroked it back and forth between them; holding my mouth open to suck in its head when she made a long enough stroke. It wasn't long before her body tensed and her cum spurted toward my face. I grabbed her cock and held it in my mouth, sucking her cum out, swallowing it as it flowed over my tongue, enjoying its salty tang. We showered and douched and went down for supper, not bothering to dress and enjoyed a good meal. Afterwards we sat on the sofa with me between Cindy’s legs, Cindy playing with my breasts until the urge drove us back to bed. We fucked for awhile and then did 69 with me on top, on bottom and then settled down to several side by side, resting between orgasms with our heads on each others thighs. I must have drifted off to sleep at this point because the next thing I remember it was morning. Cindy was making soft delicate love to me. I had responded in my sleep and I was already highly aroused when I became fully awake. And so it went for four more days. When I awoke on the seventh day after Cindy had turned me into a woman I was beginning to worry that I was enjoying it too much, that I might become addicted to sex as a woman. I sat up in the bed, feeling my breasts jostling at every movement, not heavy now, a comfortable pleasant feeling. The slightly cold morning air causing my nipples to erect. Cindy had tried to get me to wear her nightdresses, but fortunately I was too well endowed for any of them to fit, I liked sleeping nude with her, feeling her skin touch me when we rolled together. As I looked down at my pussy and felt my breasts I was surprised to find that I was a little sad to be losing my female body, but it would be good to get my own body back. I ran my hand longingly over my smooth, erotic body. “Times up isn’t it,” I said, looking at Cindy. Cindy was watching me with a smile on her face. "Cindy, I've been thinking and I want to do this for another week or so. I want to get out of the house and interact with people and situations as a woman, find out what you have to deal with.” “When’s your period due? I want to experience that also, since I’m a copy of you mine should be at the same time.” “It should start tomorrow. Are you sure you want to do this? I guess I could do it, I’m having fun fucking you.” “We’ll have to get you some clothes though, all of my things won’t fit you.” I hadn’t thought of that I said to myself, Oh well, I asked for it. The shop assistant must have been totally bemused by the husband and wife who had entered her lingerie department. The husband knew everything about female underwear while the wife didn't even have a clue what bra size she was. Cindy helped me try on the clothes and lingerie in the change room of the shop. The bra certainly helped to control my large breasts. I did wish Cindy had chosen something a little less sexy. The sight of those breasts enclosed in beautiful silk and lace turned me on, even though it was my own breasts I was ogling. "Are you ready for the dress?" Cindy asked. I looked at her. She was grinning. "This isn't funny! Just give me the jeans and the blouse you bought and lets get home." "Okay," she said, before scooping up all the purchases and the clothes I had worn to the store and skipping past the curtain of the cubicle. "Cindy! What are you doing?" Her hand poked around the curtain and threw a bag at me. I opened the bag and pulled out the knee-long summer dress we had bought. "I am not wearing that!" I hissed. "It's that or nothing. I'll meet you out by the counter." Then she was gone. Cindy does have a very lively character. It's the main thing that attracted me to her in the first place, but she can go too far sometimes. I really had no choice, it was this or my underwear. I worked out which part of the dress was the front and pulled it on. The hem tickled my legs. I smoothed down the dress with my hands checking in the mirror to be sure I had the dress on perfectly. It was a very attractive dress and it suited my current body but I felt very self-conscious in it. I had to build up some courage before I headed back to the counter and Cindy. I felt very undressed as I walked through the shop to where she said she would be waiting. I felt far more vulnerable and exposed in a dress than I had ever felt in jeans. Cindy was nowhere to be seen so I stood nervously at the counter, waiting for her to reappear. She turned up a few minutes later, walking downstairs from the upper floor of the shop. "Where have you been?" I asked. "Just getting some makeup. You look good in that. It really suits you." I felt annoyed at the grin on her face. "This isn't funny, I feel ridiculous." "I'm sorry. Let's get a bite to eat and then we'll head back home." We went out into the mall and headed over to a small cafe. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed several men admiring the curves of my body. I managed to avoid looking at them. I was finding the attention I was getting from men to be fairly embarrassing. I tried to ignore the glances I was continuing to get as we ate lunch. I was half convinced that everybody who looked at me saw a man in a dress. Cindy wanted to do some more shopping, but I managed to talk her out of it. When we got home, Cindy convinced me to stay in the dress for the rest of the day. I didn't feel so nervous in the privacy of my own home so I agreed. “We need to go back to our normal daily routine,” I said, “I want to try and live your life for the next week or so.” “You mean we can’t fuck all day?” asked Cindy. “Well, wasn’t that our normal routine,” I answered, watching Cindy blush. “That’s why all those jobs are late,” replied Cindy, “We’ve got to get our act straightened out.” “It is straightened out, you just don’t have your priorities in order,” I said, removing my clothes and dropping them on the floor as I headed for the bedroom. Cindy followed behind, dropping his clothes as he went. I managed to lie on my back and spread my legs in time to accept Cindy as he buried his face in my pussy and brought me to the quickest climax I’d had so far. “I said I wanted to learn to experience the things a woman goes through during her normal life,” smiled Rick as she kissed Cindy. “These are those things, why do you suppose door to door salesmen work for such low wages,” responded Cindy, a big grin on his face. “Ok smarty, just for that you’ve got to fuck me,” I said as I guided Cindy’s cock into my cunt. That set the tone for the rest of the day and nothing constructive got done except supper and a night’s sleep. The following morning I dressed in jeans and a blouse and fixed breakfast. After clearing away the dishes I tried to get some work done on the manual while Cindy worked on the illustrations. This was a little awkward as Cindy was the artist and I was the technical part of the team. The illustration part of the manuals normally left plenty of time for house work and shopping. It worked out pretty well though, I was well ahead on my writing so I could take time for those “womanly tasks.” We needed some groceries and I was determined to get them. Cindy helped me make out a shopping list and I went to a store well away from where our friends shopped, hoping I wouldn’t run into any of Cindy’s friends. It went well and Cindy helped me unload the car when I got home. Next came some laundry, we had run out of bed sheets, and meal planing for the rest of the week. I spent the rest of the afternoon looking through woman’s clothing catalogues for some clothing I needed. Cindy helped me and suggested a starting place for sizes, the sales clerk would help he said, just tell her you have gained some weight. I did a little more work after supper until Cindy started feeling me up, finally leading me up to the bedroom for another romp in the hay. I was beginning to like going to sleep with a cock in my cunt. We talked about that first day as we lay in each other’s arms. “I think the secret’s in immersing myself in the role of being a woman. It’s just like getting used to the currency when we travel to another country, you have to forget about dollars and cents and deal in pounds and shillings. I’ve tried to forget about being a man in a woman’s body and concentrate on just being a woman, period.” “The bracelet’s helping, keeping my male mind in the background. The woman’s version of my mind wants to be a woman, is a woman, and I’m letting that part lead me, the emotions too. I find myself wanting to cry over something, I’ve stopped fighting it and just let the tears flow.” “I’ve started doing the same thing,” said Cindy, “It seems I’m letting logic guide me. I guess I really never knew men forced themselves this way, even though their emotions want to do something else. Sometimes the decision results in things that aren’t very enjoyable but the male mind says that’s the way it has to be. I’ve also found out than this cock of mine can lead me around like I was a puppy if I don’t watch it. Is sex all you ever think about?” “Psychologists say that a man probably thinks about sex about once every fifteen minutes in one way or another,” I said, “How about you.” “Seldom unless I see something sexy or you put your hands on me just right. I dream sexy dreams sometimes and I get a desire for you to fuck me every day or so, once that desire starts it persists until I get you in bed with me.” “See, you’ve got me hot again,” I said, reaching for Cindy’s cock, “how about a nice gentle 69 before we go to sleep.” Cindy washed the car the next day, mowed the grass and set out the trash for pickup. We went out for dinner and dancing that evening and had a very enjoyable time. It was fun having Cindy drive me everywhere and open the door for me. I noticed some red spots on my panties when I undressed and showed them to Cindy. “That’s the end of the fucking for the next three days,” said Cindy, “You’re starting your period. You can probably get by with tampons, there’s some on the second shelf in the bathroom closet, they have their own applicators. Bring them here and I’ll show you how to insert them,” said Cindy, “See, slide the big part in your cunt. Ok, now hold the outer tube by its little ridges and push in on the smaller shaft, that shoves the tampon inside you. Now pull both tubes out, see the little string, pull out on it until you feel some resistance. Ok, its in place, let the string hang out. I usually change it about every eight hours.” “What do I do for sex for three days?” I asked. “I usually masturbate,” said Cindy, “Sometimes I’m at my horniest when I have my period, you want me to rub your clit for you? You can suck my cock all you want to.” We got into the side by side 69 position and I took Cindy”s cock in my mouth while he started to rub my clit. I was concentrating on sucking Cindy’s cock when I felt him sucking on my clit. It surprised me for a minute but kept on until we had both cum. “Didn’t that bother you, me menstruating?” I asked. “Not really, your clit’s a long way from your cunt and there really isn’t any smell, just your normal scent, the tampon absorbs all the flow, you can try it when we change back, I’d like that.” I’d had a slight headache that afternoon but two aspirin had relieved it, that must have been part of my period. I didn’t feel bad the next two days, a little edgy maybe but nothing I couldn’t handle. The tampons worked and I really didn’t notice them being in me after the first day. We went shopping at a mall on the other side of town late the next afternoon, still trying to avoid our friends. After supper at a cafeteria we went to a couples bar for a drink and struck up a conversation with a couple at the next table. It was a challenge for both of us to play our roles without slipping up. This was becoming more of a challenge than I had anticipated. The strain of avoiding our friends and trying to keep from giving ourselves away to everyone we came in contact with was ruining the experiment. I discussed it with Cindy as we lay in bed that night and suggested we change back Monday morning, that would see me through my period, complete two weeks in our swapped bodies and give us the weekend for one last sexual fling. Cindy agreed and turned around to put his cock in my mouth while he put me on cloud nine with my clit in his mouth. We got some work done on our projects and then had the best sexual romp of our lives over the weekend. I’m not even sure we got out of bed except to eat and go to the bathroom. I guess we did spent a lot of time in the shower, washing the cum off our faces and bodies and flushing out my cunt. Cindy really got wet when I squatted over his face while he ate me. When I woke up Monday morning, I found myself wondering if I really wanted to change back, It had been pleasant, comfortable to be a woman and sexually fulfilling to say the least. Cindy was sitting cross legged on the bed, facing me, smiling. “Well, time to turn back into the old me,” I said, holding out my arm, “Here, take my bracelet off.” It took several seconds for what I had said to sink in. I had been able to ask Cindy to take the bracelet off. I looked at the wrist where the bracelet had been for the last two weeks, it was gone. I reached between my legs, but I already knew what I would find, I still had a pussy. I was still female. I looked over at Cindy in shock as she held up my bracelet for me to see. Then she held hers out for me to remove. I removed hers and she remained male. “I expected us to stay the same for a short time, a day maybe,” Cindy said, “it’ll wear off or else we’ll just have to reverse our roles for a day or two, like we did before back in England; that’s when I got the idea.” I felt myself all over but there was no change. Cindy put her bracelet back on and immediately became female due to the strong signals my mind was sending. I removed her bracelet and she became male again. I put my bracelet back on but nothing happened, we couldn’t make me male. Cindy removed it and we tried her bracelet on me with no better results. The silvery joining metal wouldn't appear. The bracelet just fell from my wrist. What was going on? Was I stuck like this? Cindy's eyes had widened in shock when she saw what was happening. Or rather, what wasn't happening. My heart was racing. Was I going to be a well-stacked woman for the rest of my life? Why did it work for her and not me? Was there some time limit on it? I had worn it longer than she. By now I was starting to panic. Cindy managed to calm me down and then suggested a course of action. "I'll stay in this form until we can work out what’s going on. That way, there’ll be one Cindy and one Rick." She was right, of course. There would be untold trouble if either Cindy or I appeared to vanish. The next few days were very tense. We made love several times. I found it hard to enjoy it much because it only reminded me of what I'd lost, perhaps forever. We worked out how long each of us had been using the bracelet and Cindy continued to use it for a few hours every night so she could stay male. It continued to work for her, even though she had used it longer than I had. Cindy said that she might have an idea, but she refused to tell me what it was without doing some research, ever the practical one. She told me she had to get something but would be right back. She was back in a few minutes and tossed a small package to me. I caught it by reflex and opened it. It was a pregnancy detector kit. "Y-you're not serious?" "I can't see that it could be anything else." Cindy replied."I've worn my bracelet for over a day longer than you have and it still works for me. I’ve been on the pill and gotten so used to sex without a condom I didn’t even think about it. I’ve kept your cunt full of sperm for two weeks during your most fertile period and I don’t see how you could not be pregnant." When she saw the utter shock on my face she came over and held me. "It'll be all right. If you are . . . pregnant, at least we'll know why you can't change back. It'll mean you won't be stuck as a woman forever." Only for nine months, a corner of my mind remarked. Cindy led me upstairs and we did the test. I watched her stare intently at the indicator. "Well? Am I or aren't I?" I asked her. Cindy looked at me. "Congratulations, you're going to be a mother." Thanks to her fast reflexes, she managed to catch me before I hit the floor. I was dimly aware of Cindy leading me into the bedroom and gently putting me on the bed, but all I could think about was the fact I was pregnant. I broke the silence after a few minutes, "What are we going to do? It’s not your fault, I should have thought about it when I suggested staying another week. Just like you I didn’t think about it either, we haven’t used a condom in years. Besides, I’m the one who knocks someone up, not the other way around." "It's okay,” she said, “I can arrange an abortion." She held my hand."Everything's going to be fine." She was trying to calm me down, but I could tell she was almost as dazed about this as I was. I nodded but said nothing. Cindy's suggestion was the best way out of this predicament. What else could we do? The only alternative was for me to stay female for the next nine months and give birth to the baby. Our baby I thought. I ran my hands over my soft curving belly. It was impossible to feel the new life growing in there but already I could feel some attachment to it. An idea crept into my head. I was absolutely astonished by it at first, but second by second I was warming to it. "Cindy, you know how much we've wanted a child." She looked at me, "Yeah." "Perhaps, I could . . . keep our baby." I said quietly. Cindy's jaw dropped open. "Rick, do you have any idea what means?" "Not entirely I admit, but we've been trying for a baby for months." She wrapped her powerful arms around me and hugged me. "Well, we don't have to make a decision just yet." I could tell she was as excited about having kids as I was but she was worried about what effect it would have on me. I was becoming more and more convinced this was a good idea. I was a little apprehensive at the prospect of giving birth but I thought it would surely be worth it for a child. Over the next few weeks she kept questioning me about whether I was doing the right thing or not. I grew more adamant that I was keeping the baby and she soon stopped asking me. We managed to settle into a routine. Each morning for the first few weeks she'd choose my clothes and do my makeup. It was several months before I felt confident enough to do my own makeup. When we went out it was always together. In my pregnant female body I felt far more vulnerable than I ever had as a man. I was always acutely aware of the attention I was getting and it flattered me and embarrassed me at the same time. We had spent many an evening coaching each other on mannerisms. I think we both overcompensated, I minced all over the place while Cindy swaggered. We must have looked totally ludicrous. We had coached each other about our friends and felt we could handle normal interaction. We had only recently moved into the area and both were equally familiar with them. Our only living relative, outside of distant cousins we never saw, was Cindy’s sister and I had known her as long as I had Cindy. We fell into a comfortable lifestyle, interacting with our friends and the social circle we moved in. Our sex life continued to improve, sometimes raising the question of how we could stand it if it got any better. It had gotten less aggressive, more sensuous as we perfected ways to stimulate more areas of our bodies, our orgasms more intense. We had sex at least twice a night, almost until the birth, gradually changing to mostly oral as the months passed and my body began to swell. But I was all woman now and came to love sucking Cindy's cock. In the last month or two, Cindy used the bracelet to become female for a couple of hours each night. We were like twin sisters, the only difference between us was that I was heavily pregnant. Our lovemaking would be slow and very sensuous. Sometimes we'd spend those hours just moving softly against each other. The prenatal classes were very weird for me at first but I soon became friendly with some of the other mothers-to-be. It’s only after going through a whole pregnancy that I realized how amazing it really is. All of the hormone changes in my body left me a little cranky during the final months but Cindy was patient with me. There are aspects of a pregnancy I could do without. Having to sleep with a bowling ball strapped to your stomach for instance. Or the fact I had to pee every half-hour. I had learned a lot from my classes so I recognized the contractions when they started. Cindy flew into a blind panic when I told her the baby was on its way. We had decided against finding out what gender it was. To be honest, I think it would have been safer for me to drive to the hospital than it was for Cindy to but we managed to arrive without hitting anything major. I managed to keep fairly calm and concentrated on my breathing exercises while Cindy fretted. I know how helpless she felt. It's one of the most worrying times for an expectant father. His wife is in pain and he can't do anything. All he can do is panic about his wife and his child. It does hurt. Don't let anyone tell you differently, but my doctor tempered the pain with mild medication making it bearable while I watched the birth, feeling the pain suddenly lessen as he slipped from within my body. During the birth Cindy was holding my hand and whispering encouragements. I was holding her hand so tight I think I almost ripped it off. Then there was the anxious second before our baby started crying and I knew it was okay. I lay exhausted for a few moments before our child was handed to me. There was my son, Michael. All three of us were utterly exhausted, but I've never been happier and the joy of childbirth had erased the pain, it was truly a magical moment. When we returned home a couple of days later there was a slight tension between Cindy and me. It took me a week to realize what it was. I could now be transformed by the bracelet. It was time for us to regain our original bodies. About two weeks after we brought Michael home, I found Cindy in the living room with her bracelet. "I suppose we should change back," she said. I was surprised at the lack of enthusiasm in her voice. I nodded but said nothing. I wasn't filled with a great desire to change back either, but it wasn't right for each of us to be in the wrong body. I took the bracelet from her and sat beside her, feeling the now familiar sensation of my full breasts jostling. I tried to build up enthusiasm by thinking about being male, but my thoughts kept drifting to the wonderful sex I’d had as a woman, and the pleasure of being a woman with a new baby and a loving husband; I didn't want to be my old male self again, I wanted to be female. Yes, I had found the whole pregnancy moving and very emotional but I was still surprised at the strong desire within me to stay female. Why didn’t I want return to my natural body? "You don't want to do it either do you?" Cindy said. I jumped slightly and looked up. I had been so involved with my thoughts I had almost forgotten she was setting next to me. "My emotions are saying that," I replied, "but we have to swap back." "Why?" she said simply. I thought about that for a moment. "Four things I guess. First, Michael will grow up with a Mom and a Dad either way, and he never needs to know. Second, we’ve both tasted the other gender and now we know how each other feels about sex. I know how to make your cunt feel better when my cock enters it, how to fuck it, how you want your clit to be licked and sucked; think of what I can do for you now. You know how to respond to me when I fuck you and how to suck my cock. We both understand male and female emotions, probably better than any other couple, the little things that are important to each of us but used to seem insignificant to the other. If we change back we can take advantage of what we’ve learned to make our marriage and our lives happier. Was either of us dissatisfied with our gender before we tried the bracelet? I don’t think so, we’ve simply become enamored with the, what were to us new, strange and erotic feelings and orgasms of the other gender. We need to change back and take advantage of what we’ve learned, Third, suppose something happens to the bracelet. And fourth, probably the most important reason, you need to experience the joy of bearing our next child." She held my hand. "...and the bracelets will always be there when we want to have a little fun." I added. That was that. We gave each other a bracelet and closed them around our wrists, watching ourselves change seats without moving. “Michael’s asleep, lets go to the bedroom, I need to get used to being fucked again; and I want you to do it right this time,” purred Cindy, “Oh, and when it’s time to feed Michael I need to put my bracelet on myself, I’ve got to fill his milk bottles.” It was about six weeks before all traces of the other sex was removed, except Cindy’s breasts stayed almost the way I had made them. We keep the bracelets locked in our wall safe, taking them out whenever the kids will let us, usually late at night, remembering when we almost didn’t change back. It was also fun to change the dominance settings from time to time. I never did get to like man on man and we quit doing it, I guess Cindy really didn’t like it either, but we both like girl on girl from time to time. We were both initially surprised to find we liked to be fucked better than we liked to fuck but came to realize it was simply a more pleasant and intimate feeling to have a cock thrust into your body and the female orgasm is much more intense and longer lasting. I'm much more comfortable as Cindy's husband. I'm not sure if we'll ever tell Michael or his younger sister Helen, who Cindy gave birth to two years later, about the bracelet. Maybe when they get married and need to find out about what the other gender needs. Michael is four now and Helen is two. I think I've settled into the role of a father quite well. All our friends say we've never been happier. I think they're right. THE END -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----