Message-ID: <13659eli$9808050159@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Phillip Stevens Subject: NEW TG: Rachel's Curse (4/10?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 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: Rachel's Curse ============== Chapter Four Well, we had been in our cabin for a few hours. Rachel was taking a shower in her female body. While she did this, I pondered over what has happened over the past few days and weeks and considered both my feelings and the future. The internal battle inside me still hadn't been resolved. In fact they were squaring up for another round. In the Blue corner was the male chauvanistic egotistical part of me that was disgusted at myself for doing all this. In the Red corner was the part of me that absolutely loved Rachel and would do whatever it took to stay with her. Round one had gone to the Blue corner. After our first transfer I was so shocked and angry that my love for Rachel didn't mean a lot. Round two had been pretty tied when I got my body back, but round three had definitely gone to the the Red corner after my long sex session as a woman. The Blue corner had been well and truly on the ropes the past few days. But I knew that the Blue corner would be back. It's counter attack was that just because I COULD do this, doesn't mean I SHOULD do it. That was a convincing argument as well. There was still something a little unnatural about swapping bodies every few days and even the Red corner was finding it difficult to defend against these blows. This fight could go the full distance. The sex over the past few days had been superb, from both sides. Even if this just turns out as a sexual relationship, it will be a hell of a good one. But it's more than just the sex. I like Rachel as a person as well. I think I'm really falling for her. But it's not gonna be easy. This is only just the beginning. *************** Rachel was still in the shower. While she was doing this I was looking through the suitcases she had packed for our small trip. We were due to be away until the weekend, five nights, but I thought she had packed enough for a whole month. I could see all of the female items of clothing. At that point it occurred to me that all this stuff wasn't for her. After all I was going to spend the most of the week in her body. These were 'my' clothes. But then it dawned on me that if I'm going to stay with Rachel, I'm going to have to wear all this gear on a regular basis. I looked at the various garments and felt uneasy. How the hell was I going to manage. It wouldn't be so bad if Rachel wasn't so damn feminine. But part of her curse is that she always wears womens clothes when female and never wears pants. That means that when I'm her, I'm going to have to wear the same clothes. Damn, that curse of hers makes it awkward. But like she said, the curse is supposed to be awkward. I picked out one of the dresses. It was a long low-cut dress. "Can I really wear this... regularly" I stood there holding the dress and thought for a moment as the Referee called the Blue and Red corners out for another round. The Red landed a punishing uppercut on the the Blue. "Fuck it" I thought. I picked up the dress and walked into the bathroom. I approached the shower and opened the door. Rachel turned round startled. I held up her dress against by body. "Y'know. I want to go out wearing this dress today." I threw the dress over my shoulder, stepped inside the shower and closed the door behind me. I still had on my shorts, but I didn't let that bother me. "But since I'll look a bit silly wearing a dress, I really need to leave this shower with those tits on my chest." I said as I looked up and down her body. I leaned over to her "But you know the best thing. I don't want to come. I want to make you come." I saw the look of surprise on her face. I then positioned her against the shower wall, adjusted the shower head so that the spray hit her tits and then knelt down in front of her before burying my face deep into her pussy. All my talk must have aroused her because she instantly groaned as my tongue parted her lips. Now I had done this before to other women, but somehow because I have had it done to me by Rachel, it no longer seemed such a mystery. I now knew exactly what I had been doing wrong. I slowly but carefully worked my tongue up and down and delicately sucked on her clit. "Oh god." she moaned. "If you want to leave this shower with tits. You're going the right way about it." She spread her legs slightly as she started playing with her tits. A few minutes later I knew she was really getting into it. My own cock was hard. I was really excited about this, when suddenly whole body shuddered and I screamed as the orgasm exploded throughout me. Rachel continued to eat me out as the spray from the shower stung my tits making the pleasure even higher for me. I soon gained control of Rachel's body. That was the first time I had been transferred straight into a female orgasm. It was the most amazing sensation I had ever had. One minute I was happily eating pussy, then an instant later my entire body was exploding in pleasure. There was no warning. Rachel must have her approaching orgasm a secret from me. Rachel finished off licking my juices before eventually standing up. "Looks like you got your wish" she said smiling. I glanced down to the bulge in her shorts and the throbbing erection which I knew was contained in there. "Yeah. But I robbed you of your orgasm. Why don't I make up for it." I said with a large grin on my face. I turned Rachel around, so that she was standing where I was then I knelt down again. I looked up and saw another look of surprise on Rachel's face. Then I reached up and pulled down Rachel's shorts freeing her large member. I took it in my hands and stroked it. I leaned over and hesitated briefly before licking the top of her cock with my mouth before parting my lips completely and pushing it deep inside. Rachel groaned as I did this. I knew she was horny because I had been just before we swapped. I pushed it as deep into my mouth as I possibly could trying to ignore the reflex to gag. I had a above average dick at eight inches, but now it seemed twice as long. I had resisted doing this over the past few days, but now seemed the right time. This would be my first blowjob. If someone had said to me that I would be doing this a few weeks ago, I would have punched them, yet here I am sliding a big cock in and out of my mouth. The water was still coming down out of the shower. I started to up the pace. I rocked my head back and forth faster and faster. I used my hand to stoke her dick and balls. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this. My pussy was tingling again with excitement. She started thrusting outwards slightly and she put her hands on my head guiding it along her shaft. Shortly afterwards, I felt her tense up and she gasped. My mouth was then filled with her hot jism. I stroked her cock and sucked greedily swallowing every drop. A minute later she lifted me up. "Thanks" she said with a look of astonishment on her face. "No problem lover" I replied in a completely feminine way. "Enjoy your shower." I left the shower, closed the door behind me leaving Rachel inside. I picked up a towel and the dress I had thrown on the floor. ************ Half an hour later I was wearing that dress. Rachel came into the bedroom after having dried off. She looked at me smiling. "It suits you." she said before sitting down beside me on the bed and putting her arm around my shoulder. "Thanks for that in the shower. I could tell you did that because you wanted to do it, not only because it would please me. You don't know how much that means to me." "Yeah. I sort of enjoyed it." I said still mildly embarrassed. "Sort of weird. Eating pussy then sucking cock off the same person in five minutes." We both laughed. "So you're actually going to go out in that dress today." she asked. "Yeah. I think I want to dress like a woman this time." I smiled. ************ I decided that from then on, I should wear full women's clothing when in Rachel's body so I could get used to it. Rachel was still a little apprenhensive about pushing me too fast, but I knew it was something I had to get used to. By the end of the day I was completely worn out. Damn, this wasn't as easy as I thought. My feet were sore and I needed a soothing foot bath because I had worn her high heels for the day. Actually they were not as uncomfortable as I thought. Rachel told me that was because her body, feet and muscles had adjusted to them over the years. Even so, balancing in them was very difficult and after an hour I really wanted to take them off. But I stuck with it and wore them right through the evening. At this point, I had no idea how I was going to last until Sunday. During the week, Rachel encouraged me to go out shopping on my own. I told her that I didn't feel comfortable about it and she replied that that was the whole point. I had to feel comfortable about being a woman on my own and the only way to do it was experience. I clearly remember as I left my car to go into the local mall. Rachel said I should go in full women's clothing. She said there was not much point wearing a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Although I had promised to wear nothing but women's clothes for the time being, I had wanted to make this an exception, but I did eventually see her point. I'm not afraid to admit that I was scared. One thing I did notice. I had to take a much slower pace. When going to the mall on my own I would have walked much faster, but that simply wasn't possible in all this restrictive clothing. There was one other thing I did notice. I received far more attention from men. I had received some the other day when I was out with Rachel, but now that I was alone I received much more attention. Some of the guys even spoke to me as I was getting some lunch. I felt a mixture of feelings. Part of me was disgusted. After all, I had only had sex with Rachel, but I couldn't help but feel flattered and even swelled with pride at some times. As far as sex was concerned, well it was incredible. We had yet another long sex session Tuesday night. The next night, she showed me how to please myself as a woman. She also produced a full PVC body suit which she had secretly packed. I remembered her telling me about this. Apparently, close fitting clothes like hose or bras don't always stop us from swapping as we're still touching very slightly. It needs to be something like this that forms a complete barrier between us. This suit had a zipper in the crotch area. Once I had put it on, Rachel put on a condom. We were able to have sex without transferring. Believe it or not, I loved it. The feeling of cavorting in all that plastic really turned me on. But I knew the novelty of this would quickly wear off. This was only a quick solution. It highlighted the problems we would have to face. I tried to get out as much as possible. Boy it felt weird, but I had to get used to it. Rachel took me out several nights. One night I even wore the same dress and clothes that she had one when we switched. If felt very odd going to a restaurant as a woman, but I managed to get through it and even enjoyed it. But there was one problem. Although I was enjoying sex as a woman I was finding it difficult to be the girl during sex. Although I trusted Rachel, I felt so weak and vulnerable. The mere act of spreading my legs felt so submissive to me. And I linked submissiveness to weakness. I confessed my problem to Rachel. Fortunately she secretly concocted a solution, though she did take a bit of a risk with me. We had switched back one day because we couldn't keep our hands off one another, Thursday I think, so I was back in my male body. Anyway the next night, Rachel suggested a bit of light bondage. She suggested that I tie her to the bed and do whatever I want with her. Well, how could I refuse. No woman has ever offered to be tied up before. Even though I knew I would never hurt her, I enjoyed the feeling of power over her. Now looking back, I still can't believe I didn't realize what would happen. I must have been completely blind to the situation, but in no time at all I found myself in her body tied to the bed and gagged. I was worried at first. I mean, Rachel could do anything she wanted with me. She probably wouldn't ever hurt me, but it was the mere fact that she COULD if she wanted to. Now this situation really highlighted my problem, which is exactly what Rachel was trying to do. She was now fully in control. She could do anything she wanted to me. But all Rachel did was bring me to orgasm after orgasm eventually freeing my gag so I could scream. It's good that we were in a remote cabin, because I just couldn't hold it in. I had to scream at the top of my voice. I begged her to stop, but every time I did, she just made me come again. I experienced more pleasure in that night than at any point in my life. I eventually passed out from the pleasure. Well, from that point onwards I never had any problem being a submissive female. I came to realize that being submissive isn't a weakness especially when it's with someone you love. It also occurred to me just how interesting our sex life could become with this curse. My mind worked out various scenarios which made me get all wet down below just thinking about it. By the time Sunday came and we were back at home, I was more comfortable acting like a woman. I had been living as a woman for over five straight days and while I still had a lot to learn, I felt I had achieved a lot. Rachel told me she never thought I would last out two days in heels, let alone five. She said she was so proud of me. ************ It was early Sunday evening and we relaxing in her small apartment with a glass of wine, although I was still in her tight clothes. We would have sex later tonight so we could both go back to work in our proper bodies tomorrow. "So, can you now tell me how you got this curse." I asked her. She had refused up until now. She sighed before finally saying "Okay, I was born in the year 1950" "You mean, you're nearly fifty" I said shocked. She nodded. That meant she was nearly twice my age. "I got this curse when I was twenty two. It was the early seventies the time of sexual freedom, but I was a bit of a slut even by those standards. One of my boyfriends was a married man. But he had a wife and well... we... were not that discreet. In fact we pretty much humiliated her. Now I'm not she if she was some sort of witch or something, but when she burst in on us once, she told me she would put a curse on me for being such a slut." "Anyway, she didn't tell me what the curse was. Well, I was worried for a day or two, but I soon forgot about it. Oddly enough, the couple disappeared. Their house was empty when I passed next time. I can only imagine what she did to him. I bet my punishment pales in comparison to his. Anyway, a few days later my first transfer happened. I don't think I will ever forget it." I interrupted her by saying "I don't think I will either" I let her continue. "He was a one night stand. We barely knew one another and didn't even know where each of us lived. He was in his late thirties. It was in a hotel room. I do remember that he wasn't a very good fuck. I wasn't really enjoying it that much, when all of a sudden I came into his cunt. Now it felt just like you said. For the first few seconds, it was as if I had been doing this all my life, then it sort of filtered through to me." "He freaked out and ran off, much like you tried to do. I never saw him again. I often wonder what happened to him. He gained fifteen years of youth in one night, but I wonder if he ever gained happiness as a woman. He would be nearly fifty now." Rachel stared ahead blankly. "Anyway, it was still a shock for me. I was a guy. And over fifteen years older as well. But almost immediately, I realized I wasn't attracted to other guys anymore. They didn't turn me on even slightly. I was now attracted to girls. It was difficult. I had never been a lesbian and to suddenly find yourself getting horny when you see a girl was worrying for me." "But I remembered that we switched during sex. So after a few weeks, I decided to try something out. I picked up a hooker. I made sure she was about the same age as me in case it was irreversible. Well, guess what happened, I became the hooker. She freaked out as well, but I managed to calm her down. I instantly found that I was now attracted to guys again, in a split second. She had been with a woman before so we tried having sex again. We both enjoyed it, but we didn't transfer." "We then had sex again two days later and we switched back. Over the next few weeks or so, we experimented as much as we could. I wouldn't call her my first lover, more my first companion. After a few more weeks she told me that she wanted to move on, but she didn't want to be a woman anymore. She hated how she had to sell her body. I agreed and we went our separate ways with me remaining in her old body." "And so it continued. I had to be careful who I had sex with, until a few months later, a letter arrived through the post with my old name on it. It was a letter from that witch. She told me this was my curse. She explained a few brief details, most of which I had already worked out and told me I had to live with this forever." "You know, at first I wasn't that disappointed. I thought this was fun. I kept swapping bodies through the years enjoying sex as a man and as a woman. I managed to work my way back to being young by swapping with younger partners." I interrupted at this point. "Didn't people mind you stealing their younger bodies". "Well, I've never stolen anyone's body. If someone wants their body back I always give it back to them. Whether that's part of the curse or just my conscience I don't know, but anyway you would be amazed how many people there are out there that would jump at the chance to have an instant sex change, even if it means being five or ten years older. There are plenty of men and women who go through hell and torment to try and change their sex over a number of years. What I offer them can be done in one night and, unlike the conventional methods, it's fully complete" "I remember that football quarterback. He was so butch. But I knew his secret. I just knew what he wanted. I was a petite brunette at the time. He badly wanted a blowjob, so that's what I gave him. When we switched and I came in his mouth, he was shocked but he didn't stop. He swallowed all his own cum. We had sex for the rest of the night and he loved it. The next morning he told me he didn't want his old body back and I would have to rape him to get it back. I understand he got married and had several children." "Anyway, where was I." Rachel said, realizing she had got sidetracked. "Oh yeah, to begin with I just loved body swapping. I couldn't believe this was actually a curse. But after about ten years of it, I got tired of it. I wanted to settle down and find someone to love, but I just couldn't because no-one has been able to handle all the body swaps every few days. You have no idea how lonely I've been these past few years. I've thought about killing myself several times. I now understand this curse. I'm cursed to be alone for the rest of my life. And given these swaps that could be forever." Tears were forming in her eyes. She told this story with such emotion that even I was feeling a bit teary. "Well you've still got me." I reassured her. "We're not done yet. How do I compare with your previous lovers. How am I coping." "You're coping very well. I've got to say that I'm so proud of you this past week. You've really worked hard. But it's still not going to be easy. The novelty of body swapping wears off. Soon you get fed up of it. You might even start to prefer being a woman and begin to hate being a guy. I've only had three real lovers in my time. Believe it or not, two of them started to prefer my body, one male the other female. We split up soon afterwards. I let them have my body as a sort of parting gift." "That's why I want to be careful with you. So far you've enjoyed having my body, but you haven't fallen in love with it yet. I need to try and make sure that doesn't happen." "So why didn't you tell me all this last week. Why wait until now." I asked her. "Well like I said, I didn't want to put you off. If you'd have known just how hard it was going to be, you might not have stayed with me." I then felt a little guilty. I must have made her feel so insecure that first week. It's no wonder she didn't tell me. But there was still one unanswered question. "So how did you come by this body. Rachel's family seem to have accepted you. How did you pull that one off." "That's the one thing I can't tell you just yet. If you stay with me a bit longer, I'll tell you." she said. I sat there thinking about what she had told me. "So you've been swapping all those years with all those people" I spoke out loud. "And you haven't found a single person you can't swap with." "No. But there is one small exception." I looked on intently. Could there be a way we could have sex without swapping. "I can't swap with a pregnant woman. Something about the souls of the mother and baby being linked." Interesting, I thought. If we did stay together and one day we wanted a child and I got Rachel pregnant, we wouldn't have to swap for nine months. I then realized the simple fact that I was currently female. In an instant, my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. I turned to Rachel in near panic. "Oh my God, could I be pregnant." We hadn't used any form of protection this past week. Rachel had a concerned look on her face. "Oh shit. When was my last period." she paused for a few seconds before saying "You might be". "No. No. No." I repeated. The thought of being a pregnant woman for nine months was making me almost hysterical. Suddenly Rachel started laughing. "What's so funny" I asked. "I could be pregnant. I could be stuck like this." "No. You can't. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist it. I can't get pregnant, nor can I make anyone pregnant" "What do you mean" "It's part of the curse. That witch told me in her letter. She said I don't deserve to be a mother or a father, so when I'm female, I can't get pregnant and when I'm male I can't get a girl pregnant. You don't have to worry about pregnancy as long as you're with me." "So I can't..." "No. I just wanted to see how you'd react. I'm sorry. You should have seen the look on your face." she laughed. I grabbed a cushion and threw it at her grinning face. "Bitch. I nearly had a heart attack when you..." I said, still a little breathless, but very much relieved that I could not get pregnant. "I'm sorry. It was just a bit of fun. But seriously, now you know how a girl feels about getting pregnant. The next time you have sex with a girl, you remember how you just felt." It took me five minutes and several more assurances from her that I could not get pregnant before I calmed down. Eventually I did see the funny side. But I decided to pay her back so that night I dressed up in some of her sexy underwear. I then relentlessly teased her with it before making love to her once as a woman, then several times as a man. Continued in part five... Phillip Stevens zippy@forfree.at phil_stevens_2@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----