Message-ID: <16722eli$9810261207@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Phil Stevens" Subject: REPOST: Rachel`s Curse 1-5/11 (tg MF rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset="x-user-defined" 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: <000701be0037$90b90b40$390e883e@anonymou> In preparation for the remaining parts which will be posted shortly, here`s a repost of parts one to five of my story Rachel`s Curse. Rachel's Curse by Phil Stevens ============== Chapter One ----------- Although it's now much later, I have decided to write this story to say what happened to me. I am Paul Wilkins. When I met Rachel, it was quite literally love at first sight. We met in a bar and something just clicked between us. I was actually expecting to pick her up that night and have sex with her. Well I was to be disappointed, but it she did give me her phone number. Over the next few weeks and months, we started dating. At each date we talked, danced and kissed, but she never allowed us to go further than that. She looked good. Five foot four, fiery red hair and a great figure. But it was more than just how she looked. I soon found that I really liked her as a person as well. After about two months, things began to get difficult. I was crazy about her. She was everything I had ever dreamed of. I think I was really beginning to fall for her. I wanted to take her to bed and make mad passionate love to her all night long, but I could tell she was holding back. I had even briefly met her family and I knew they approved of me. I could see in her eyes that she wanted to go further, but something was stopping her from going that extra mile. I had slept around before. I was a young executive climbing the corporate ladder, but that didn't stop me from playing the field. Usually if I couldn't get into a girls panties within a few weeks I would blow it all off. But with Rachel I felt she might be worth the wait. I had never felt like this about any girl before. I had lusted for plenty, but never felt feelings like this. We went out one Friday evening. She was wearing a dark blue dress. She always made herself look fantastic, which only made my own sexual arousal worse. We had a superb dinner, but when I stepped in for a coffee at her apartment, I decided that now was a good time to talk to her. I didn't want to lose her. After all I think I was falling in love with her. I just had to know what the problem was. It was a little difficult talking about something like this, so I just tried the direct approach and crossed my fingers. "Rachel, we've been going together for nearly three months and you know I really like you." I paused. These things are never as easy once you start talking "Rachel, are you attracted to me." I could see the look in her face. She was worried. "Yes" she answered "Then... well..." I stammered getting lost for words. Oh, well time for improvisation. "Look, Rachel. If you're the sort of person that doesn't believe in sex before marriage, then fair enough. I like you enough and maybe I can deal with it, but I'd like to know where I stand." I wasn't sure if I could deal with no sex before marriage, but it sounded good. My heart was beating faster. I thought I had put it over well enough, but you never can tell. "Oh. I want to" she replied. "Then... what's the problem." I said. I asked it more as a question than a suggestion. By now I just wanted to find out what was holding her back. Although I would have quite happily had sex tonight, I would prefer to discover the problem instead. She seemed to stare ahead thinking. I couldn't make out exactly what she was thinking with that expression. I just knew she wanted to do it, but I couldn't work out what was holding her back. "Okay, lets do it" she said looking straight at me. I was slightly surprised. As I said, I just wanted to find out what was holding her back. Part of me would have preferred to find out the problem now and have sex another time, but the animal part of me wanted the sex now and worry about the rest another time. "Are you sure" I asked. I mentally kicked myself. "Don't talk her out of it, you fool" I said to myself. A smile lit her face. "Yeah. I'm sure" she said. She stood up, reached behind her, unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor. She was a real sight before me and my jaw dropped wide open in awe of her. She was wearing all black underwear. Bra, garter belt, stockings and panties. With her red hair cascading over her shoulders, my cock was as hard as a rock. She kicked off her high heels then moved towards me and sat across my legs. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly, sending me into pleasure heaven as I reached up and touched her large round breasts. I reached round to unfasten her bra, but she pulled back and stopped me. "Not yet" she said. "Feel them through it" as she guided my hands to her bra. After waiting for this for nearly three months, I think I would have done practically anything she asked me to. She unbuckled my pants and pulled them down slightly before freeing my very erect cock from my boxers. She stroked it. I thought I was going to come right away and I pulled her hands away. "Wait" she said as she reached over to her purse and pulled out a small condom in it's wrapper. Part of me was a little disappointed. I never did like condoms that much, but I was so turned on, that I was prepared to fuck her any way she wanted. She put the condom on me with almost expert precision. She pulled down her panties. She was wearing them inside her suspenders, so they would not go down very far, but far enough for what we were about to do. She lifted up my cock and aimed it straight at her red haired pussy. I had never seen it until now and it was a very welcome sight. Whenever you have trouble getting a girl to bed, sometimes you start to think if she has a hidden secret, like she's really a guy or something. She lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was tight, very tight even for a twenty two year old. She clearly hasn't had too many boyfriends, so I penetrated slowly. Her pussy gripped my cock hard. This was everything I had imagined. She started slowly riding up and down on my cock. I had grabbed hold of her tits again through her bra, kneading her nipples as well as I could. I knew this was going to be over far too quickly. But at least we would have done it. This was going to be the first of hopefully many times. I knew I was close. Almost as I thought this I felt my cock tense up. I was just about to come. I continued to ride up and down on her cock until she gasped. At this point I knew she was about to come, so I clamped down on her cock gripping it tight. She still had her hands on my tits and she squeezed my nipples through the bra. I slowed down a little allowing Rachel to enjoy her orgasm as she continued to pump her seed into the condom, part of me wishing she didn't have to wear a condom. I was too nervous too come, but at least she enjoyed it. At this point the realization began to filter through to me. Looking back I still find it difficult to comprehend the feeling I felt, but I will never ever forget it. Over the next few seconds, I slowly began to realize what was happening. Less than a minute ago, I had been sitting down while Rachel straddled my legs and fucked me. Now I was sitting across my own legs fucking my old cock. My old hands were on my tits. I had tits. "Holy shit" I thought. I'm Rachel. I'm fucking my own body. I jumped up and backwards at the same time forcing my old cock out of my pussy. I immediately lost my balance and fell over. My old body also got up. Something told me Rachel was now controlling my old body but I wasn't entirely sure. I struggled to get to my feet and run out of the door. "It's okay" my old body said as it blocked my path, hands held out in front of it. I ignored it and pushed past, but my old body grabbed me by from behind by throwing both it's arms around my waist and lifting me off the floor slightly. I struggled to break free but my new body was now much weaker in comparison. I was also at least six inches smaller. If I had still been wearing Rachel's high heels I would have probably tried to stab it's feet to get away. Then again, if I had been wearing her heels I probably wouldn't have been able to even stand up in the first place. "Calm down. Everything will be alright" my old body said. We've all heard people tell us to calm down before and it's usually good advice. But when you've suddenly become your own girlfriend and your old body is now holding you from behind, it doesn't quite have the same ring to it, so I continued to struggle, but my old body was simply too strong for me. It held me gently but firmly. "What's happening" I shrieked hysterically still struggling. "Let me go." I demanded. "Paul, everything will be okay. We've just swapped places for a while" my old body responded. "Rachel." I asked, trying to look round as I stopped struggling. "Yes. It's me in here. I'm in your body and now and you're in mine." my old body responded. I now knew that Rachel was controlling my old body. This reassured me in some ways, I didn't have to think of my old body as an 'it' anymore, but in other ways I became more worried. Rachel clearly knew exactly what was going on. "I'm going to release you now, okay." She turned me around, so I was no longer facing the door and she released me. "Sit down and I'll explain everything." she said. Rachel pulled up her boxers over her softening cock which was still contained in the condom. She then pulled up her pants which had been round her ankles all this time. At this point, I realized just how exposed I was. I was wearing Rachel's garter belt, stockings and her bra. Almost as if she read my mind, she handed me my shirt, or was it her shirt now. Hell. Anyway I quickly put in on. I pulled the panties back up, covering my bare crotch. I then sat down on the couch. Rachel sat down, still bare chested beside me and took my hands. This felt uncomfortable to me, having my hands held like this by a man. "Paul. I know this is a shock for you, but please let me explain." she said. I just looked at her blankly. I mean, what can you say in a situation like that. "We've been going out for several months now and I really, really like you." she paused and took a breath "I know you've wanted to make love to me for a while. What you don't know is that I've wanted to make love to you just as badly. Now you know why I haven't" she said as she waved her hand at my new body. "Is... t-this... p-p-permanant" I stuttered out. "No. But we can't turn back for a full twenty four hours." "H-How" I said looking down at myself still finding it difficult to believe I was now Rachel. "It's a long story and I promise to tell it to you one day. But right now I think you need a drink. I'm going to get one. Do you promise not to try and run off again." I nodded. I was slightly calmer now and no longer wanted to run away. After all I wanted my old body back and I would go nowhere fast dressed like this. Rachel went over to a cabinet to fetch me a drink. I took this chance to look over my body. Of course, I had looked it up and down many times before, but never from this angle. I could feel my red hair over my shoulders. I reached my hands up and grabbed my new tits. My legs seemed silky smooth, especially in the sheer stockings I now wore. Rachel brought the drink back over. My hands were shaking slightly as I took a drink from it. "Don't gulp it down as much. Your body's a lot smaller now. You can't take as much alcohol" Rachel warned. I took her advice before placing it down on the coffee table. "Rachel. What's happened. I mean what's really happened." I pleaded. Rachel twisted slightly to face me before explaining. "I've been cursed. I won't go into all the details now, but to put it simply, every time I have sex with someone, I switch places with that person at the point of orgasm." "But why didn't you tell me. Why do... this." "Because you would have never believed me. I'm sorry I had to do it this way, but there was no other way to make you understand. If I had told you this would happen, you would have thought I was crazy." I suppose she was right. If she had walked in the door and said "right, I want to make love to you. Oh, by the way, at the end of it all you'll be me, okay", I would have thought she had lost her mind. But at the time, I did feel that switching bodies without telling me was a bit extreme. "So how do we switch back" I asked. Rachel just looked at me with a pained expression on her face. I quickly put two and two together and my stomach lurched at the conclusion. "You're fucking joking, right" as I looked up and down at my old body. The mere thought of even touching that body almost made me physically sick. "Tell me there's another way, please." "We don't have to have sex" she said which made me sigh with relief, until her next line almost scared me half to death "sexual intercourse that is, but we are going to have to have some form of sexual contact" "I can't do it" I blurted out "I'm not gay" "Well, ideally you won't have to do anything. All you have to do is lay back and let my fingers do the work. Turn out the lights and you'll never know it's your old body. If I can get you to come, you'll probably enjoy it." "No. I can't" I repeated. "Well, we can't for another day anyway. Whenever I transfer, I have to wait twenty fours hours before I can transfer again. Even if we were to have full sex tonight, we wouldn't switch back." "So, you mean I've got to spend a day like this." I wasn't sure what I was more afraid of, having sex with my former body, or spending just one single day as a woman. Rachel nodded. "You're in shock now." She took the drink from me. "Let me put you to bed. I'll sleep in here on the couch. We can talk in the morning. It's Saturday tomorrow and neither of us have anything important to do." Rachel did as promised. We didn't talk much more that night, partially because I was in no mood for it. Rachel took me to her bedroom. As she started to undress me, I tried to push her away. I once again realized just how much a strength difference there was now. "Okay, if you think you can undo your bra on your own, go right ahead." she said looking straight at me. "I'm not going to touch you, just put you to bed." I eventually relented and allowed her to undress me. She unfastened my bra. It was so strange to think of it as 'my' bra. "Why didn't you let me take of your bra when we were... you know." I asked her. "Because I didn't want you to be completely naked after we switched. That's why I put a condom on you. I didn't want you to have your own cum dripping out of your new pussy. You might not have been able to handle it " I shuddered at the thought that I actually had a cock inside me. It all happened so quickly and I didn't really remember that part very well, but I did remember that it was a very strange sensation having my pussy filled like that. Rachel continued as she removed my stockings. "It's also the same with the high heels. I knew you'd probably pull back. If you had still been wearing them you could have fallen over and broken an ankle." "You really had all this planned didn't you." I said with a hint of bitterness. "No." she said looking straight at me. "I didn't plan on doing this tonight. If I had, perhaps things would have been better, but when you suggested it, I just couldn't hold out any longer. I'm really sorry it had to happen this way. Sit on the bed." I sat down on the bed. I felt incredibly vulnerable sitting on the bed completely naked. Rachel offered me one of her nightgowns, but I said I preferred to sleep naked. When the covers were pulled over me, Rachel said. "Now, I'll be in the other room. You get a good nights sleep and don't worry. We'll sort all this out tomorrow." she then planted a kiss on my forehead and left the room. "don't worry", I thought. How can I not worry when I'm laying here in bed with tits and a cunt. I had always thought that when I eventually went to sleep in Rachel's bed that Rachel would be in the bed with me. Well, she is in bed with me... at least her body... oh hell you know what I mean. A few minutes later I heard a man crying in the other room. For an instant I wondered who it was, until I realized it was Rachel. "What the hell was she crying for", I wondered. I thought that I was the one that had something to cry for. I soon felt drowsy. I assumed that Rachel put some sort of sleeping tablets in that drink she gave me. It wasn't long before I fell asleep still trying to comprehend what has happened and trying to work out what to do. Chapter Two ----------- I woke up reasonably early the next morning. Sleeping had been okay but once I had woken, I found I could not get back to sleep again. My tits seemed to keep moving around on my chest. They were not that uncomfortable but they were a constant reminder of what had happened. After a while curiosity compelled me to feel them. When I gently caressed them, I found it seemed to excite a part of me. I had thought about doing the same with my new crotch, but held back. I remembered Rachel saying something like she wanted me to orgasm tonight in order to get my proper body back. I didn't fully understand how the female sex drive worked, so I didn't want to spend myself now and be incapable of cumming tonight. Once I got out of bed, I had to put something on. I could wear one of Rachel's nightgowns or search through and find some clothes to wear. Rachel had taken away my old shirt which I had worn after our transfer. I thought about calling to Rachel for help, but I didn't want to admit to her that I couldn't do something as simple as get dressed and more importantly, I didn't want her male eyes to see me completely naked. I found her underwear drawer and picked out a pair of panties which I put on. I also saw some of her bras in there. I picked one up and toyed with the idea of wearing it. I didn't really want to wear it, but I could see that I needed it. My boobs just kept swinging around. It was likely that Rachel would talk me into wearing one anyway and I would prefer to put one on myself than have her hands all over my body again. I knew I couldn't hook it up behind me, so I fastened it the wrong way around and twisted it back before pulling it up over my boobs. They seemed strangely larger from this perspective. It felt restrictive having all this elastic wrapped round my chest. I searched through her wardrobe. I had intended to wear some plain clothes, but the trouble was I couldn't find any. Rachel had always dressed in a feminine way, but I had assumed that she had some more normal clothes. But if she did, I couldn't find them. So I eventually settled on one of her blouses and a long loose skirt. When putting on the blouse, it took me a few seconds to realize that the buttons were on the reverse side. I looked in her bedside mirror and all I could see was Rachel staring back. I felt so silly wearing these clothes. My hair was a bit of a mess and my makeup was old, but it was still Rachel staring back at me. "Oh well, time to face the world, or at least Rachel." I thought as I headed for the door. ************** When I got into the kitchen, Rachel was startled to see me. As soon as she saw me, she looked up and down my body. I think she was just as surprised to see me wearing a skirt. "Morning" she said with some trepidation "sleep well." I nodded "I'm making breakfast. I was just about to bring it to you in bed. Have a seat" I sat down as she finished making it and she brought it to me. As I started to eat it, she said "I see you've found some... clothes." Clearly the skirt was bothering her. I could tell that she wanted to ask me about it, or rather, how I felt about wearing it, but she didn't want me to blow up in her face so she held back. Although I did still feel a bit angry, I was hardly going to make a fuss while she still had my body. Apart from the fact that I felt more vulnerable as a female I needed to get my old body back and didn't want to push her too far. Still, I felt that I had the upper hand here so I said nothing and kept her thinking while I ate my breakfast. When we were finished I broke my silence. "So, now tell me everything about this curse." Rachel seemed relieved that I had finally said something. "Well I can't tell you my history yet, or how I got it, but I'll tell you how it works." she paused briefly. "Every time I have sex with someone I switch places with that person. The transfer is triggered by an orgasm, from either myself or the person I'm making love to. As soon as one of us comes, we switch places instantly. It's as simple as that." "And so I'm going to have to.... fuck you to get my old body back." The thought of this was making my body shiver. "No, like I said last night we don't have to have sex. But we will have to... do something. I'll explain it later." "Okay" I said wanting to put it out of my mind for now. But another awkward question sprung to mind. This had been bothering me ever since the transfer last night and it had haunted me yet again as I laid in bed unable to sleep this morning. There was no easy way of putting it over. "Last night when we made that switch, it was so... weird... I mean when I was first in your body, I... I... " I tried to finish but couldn't form the words. "What you're trying to say is that in those first few seconds, you couldn't see anything wrong in fucking a man, could you." she finished for me. I didn't say anything, but it was true. In the few seconds that followed the transfer, it was as if I had done it a hundred times before. I couldn't see anything wrong in it. "It's perfectly normal" she said. "You see, in the first few seconds, you're just an observer in that body. Your body continued to act and feel as if I were still in it. You felt what I felt. That's why you kept fucking me even after your transfer. The same happens for me. Sometimes you even think what that person thought." "So how long does it take to get control." I asked, worried that I might still be acting like Rachel. It just occured to me that I had just got dressed in her clothes. "About five to ten seconds. And it's gradual. Did it sort of filter through to you what was happening." I nodded. "Yeah. That's perfectly normal." "So after say fifteen seconds, I'm in complete control" I said, once again wanting to be reassured that I'm still mentally male. "You're in complete control of the body. But you still have to accept the emotional state of the new body for a few minutes. You don't have to respond to it, but you have to feel it. Say, last night when you fucked me I was as horny as hell. Then when we switched, you would have been as horny as hell. Now whether or not you respond to that is still up to you, but you would have still felt horny for a few minutes." She continued. "I was hoping to be a bit more aroused when we switched last night. I hoped it would have made it easier for you, but I was just too anxious and that anxiety got transferred to you." "So right now, I'm in absolute control" I asked. Although this was the third time I had asked, I still wanted complete assurance that I wasn't acting like a woman. Rachel smiled "Don't worry, you won't start acting like me if thats what you're worried about." she said. I felt a little embarrassed that she had been able to read me so easily. She finally looked at my body once again and said. "So do you want me to find you some pants and a shirt, or do you want to be dressed like that all day." She was smiling as she said it, which put me at ease a little. ************** Rachel found me some pants and a shirt. They were tucked away deep in one of her drawers. "Why are all these hidden away. Don't you ever wears pants." I asked. "No." she replied. "Why" I asked. I had always thought she was feminine, but never this feminine. She stopped for a minute. "I don't know. I think it's part of the curse. Whenever I'm a woman, I only want to wear women's clothes. I simply don't feel comfortable in pants. But now, when I'm a guy, I wouldn't think of wearing a skirt. It doesn't interest me at all. The same thing happens with my sex drive. It reverses almost instantly. Guys don't turn me on anymore. Girls do now" as she looked at my body in a way which made my skin crawl. I swallowed. "Will I start... looking at guys." She saw the worry in my face and gave a faint smile. "No. Don't worry. The instant changes only affect me. If you were to stay in this body long enough, then maybe. But you would always remain attracted to girls. The people I swap with never go through any instant mental changes, but with me, everything is reversed and instantly. I suppose it sort of stops me from becoming gay or lesbian." "Can you switch with... another guy" I asked her. I wasn't sure if the term straight, lesbian or gay could really apply to Rachel. "No. I've tried it before and we don't switch. But I don't get any pleasure out of it at all. In fact it disgusts me. It sure would make it a lot easier on me if I could become gay or lesbian. But then it wouldn't be much a curse if there was an easy way out." I put on the new, more comfortable clothes. Rachel turned away as I got out of her skirt and blouse. She then cleaned the makeup of my face and tidied up my hair. I lounged around most of the day. I didn't want to go outside with this body and I considered everything that had happened. I had to laugh at certain times. I had wanted to get inside Rachel's panties, only not quite so literally. What was I going to do. I had such great fun with Rachel. My dreams were now shattered. The woman I had fallen in love with, was well... a guy now. ************** Being female for the day didn't prove too much of a problem. I had to get used to my new balance, but that was fairly easy. I also had to get used to the mounds of flesh on my chest. Rachel's tits were not enormous, but at 36D, they were a handful, especially from this perspective. Wearing a bra felt oddly... more comfortable now. I tried putting on the TV to take my mind off things. Huh, the first thing I watched... Jerry Springer with the title "Honey, I've got a secret." I always liked watching Jerry Springer. I found it funny but somehow it wasn't quite so funny anymore. I don't think I watched it again for a long time. I switched the channel. Next, a Baywatch rerun. I admired the body of one of the stars (female of course) and her large tits until I realised I've got a pretty good female body right here and a good set of tits as well. No matter what channel I watched, there would be something to remind me. Ever had that feeling when you wished you had a gun so you could shoot the TV. Eventually I went to find her. There were a few questions I needed answering. I had put it off earlier, but I couldn't delay it any longer. "So how will it work tonight. How are we going to... you know.." I said. She could see the pain in my face as I was trying to resolve myself with the mere thought of sleeping with my old body. "Right, well as I said. I want to try and get you to come. Have you ever eaten pussy before. Do you mind doing it." she asked. "In order, yes and no" I replied to her two questions. "Why" "Well, then that's how I'll try to get you to come. I'll eat you out. So when you come, you'll suddenly be eating me out. You okay with that." "Yeah. I'm okay" I said. "But what if that doesn't work. What if I don't come" I pointed out. "Well, then we can try other things. Using my finger or using vibrators" she said. "And what if none of it works. What if I simply can't come" I sort of already knew the answer already, but I had to hear it from her. "Then... I'll have to. And you will have to play at least some part in it" "NO." I said defiantly. "Why can't you just jerk yourself off if that's all you need to do." "It won't work." she said before pausing. "Okay let me explain the exact details of this curse." "Finally" I said. At last I was finding out what I wanted to know. "Like I said, the transfer is triggered by an orgasm from one of us. But apart from the twenty four hour blockage, there are three conditions to this." "Firstly, we must be touching one another at the time of orgasm, if only by fingertips. So if you were wearing a condom while I sucked your cock and we were not touching in any other way, which isn't easy, there would be no transfer." "The second condition we don't have to worry about too much. If we both come at the same time, a simultaneous orgasm. then no exchange takes place, but also I can't exchange again for a full week. But it has to be at exactly the same time, and I mean exactly. It doesn't happen that often." "The third condition is the awkward one. The transfer only occurs if the other person is the cause of the orgasm. Now if you're fucking someone, it counts every time, but jerking yourself off doesn't count unless the other person does something to make you come. So that's it. One of us has to come, out of the actions of the other." "So if I can't come, I'm going to have to do something to make you come." I brought my hand up to my face at the sheer thought of what all this meant. "Hey, don't worry. If you don't think you're up to doing anything, then all you have to do is lay back and close your eyes. As I said, fucking always counts. Before you know it, you'll be back in your proper body." I tried to put it in the back of my mind and change the subject slightly. "Rachel, how could you expect me to remain your boyfriend after all this. Surely you must have known it would all be over between us." She looked down before answering. "Yes. I did expect it. I knew from the moment I first saw you that this would happen. And I fully expect to lose you now. I don't want to, but I can't make you stay with me." I didn't say anything so she continued. "I thought about breaking it all off. I cried myself to sleep many times wondering what to do. In the end I decided to go through with it and... hope... you could handle it. Obviously you can't" I sort of felt sorry for her. I now understood why she did what she did, but I didn't feel as if there was anything I could do about it. I just wanted my old body back. I think I could see tears in her eyes. I looked over a her. I can't describe how weird it was to look over at her and see both myself and Rachel. Rachel was acting slightly different. She was acting more... well masculine now. All the same, when I look in her male eyes, I still see Rachel. Somehow I know that the person I love is still in there, fully intact. I can see she's hurting really bad and I want to reach over to her and hold her in my arms, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Maybe we can stay friends when I get my proper body back. I don't see how we could ever become lovers after this. I'm simply not gay and I don't see how I ever can be. Even if I do have to do it tonight, it will be the first, last and only time. ************** As the evening got later I knew the time was approaching when we would try and return to our proper bodies. This made me nervous. Of course I knew that if I was nervous then I would not be able to climax and I knew what would happen if I couldn't climax. That only made me more nervous. Damn, I felt like a fifteen year old girl about to have sex for the first time. But in so many ways thats just what I am right now. I tried to make some idle conversation to pass the time. Yet another burning question sprung to mind. "Rachel. Is this your original body." I asked gesturing to my current female body "I mean, were you born in this body." She paused for a minute before looking at me. "No" she replied. "I've been through quite a few changes from my original body." "Were you a... woman originally." I asked. "Does it really matter what I used to be." she replied. I detected just a hint of annoyance in her voice. I only shrugged. Looking back, I suppose that was a pretty chauvanistic question to ask to her, but somehow at the time I felt that it wouldn't be quite as bad if she was born a woman. "Yes, I was born a woman." she answered eventually. "In fact my real name was Rachel. It's one of things that attracted me to this body." Just as one question leads to another, her answer caused another question to surface "What happened to the original owner of this body then." "I can't tell you that just yet." I didn't like that answer. An image of a male Rachel raping this body, getting it and then 'disposing' of the male body flashed through my mind. Surely Rachel's not capable of something like that. She always seemed so kind and gentle. But then, all this has proved that I really don't know Rachel at all. If I'm honest, I would say I was a little afraid of her, especially since I'm a weak female now. It then occurred to me that Rachel had a very loving family. "Does your family know about all this." "No. In fact all of my friends and family that you have met don't know." she then seemed a little concerned "Paul, you have to promise not to tell anyone about this. I doubt anyone would believe you anyway. I know you're angry at me, but if you tell anyone then I will have to leave straight away. You'll hurt a lot of people if you do that." I just nodded. "Okay, I'll keep your secret safe." I wasn't so angry at her anymore, just annoyed now. I laughed a little at the thought that her parents had clearly been pushing Rachel to go further with me. "What" she asked wanting to know what I found so amusing. "It's just your parents. They've been encouraging you to go out with me haven't they." "Yeah. They're only doing it out of love. They see that I've never had any long term boyfriends and they're worried about me. I tell them I'm fine, but they can see I'm not really happy and they're just trying to help." Only now was I beginning to appreciate how hard this must be for Rachel. Up until now, I had been whining on about myself. But after tonight, it's all over for me. I can go back to my usual life and put this all in my scrapbook. I might even laugh at this in a few years time. But for Rachel, it just carries on, for however long this curse of hers lasts. Once again I feel the desire to hug her and maybe have a good cry together. I can see that we both need it. I almost did it, but somehow the maleness inside me dug in deep and prevented me. ************** Eventually the time came when the block on Rachel being able to transfer was over. Rachel had suggested that we try it a few hours earlier, so I could experience it in full. She said I might really enjoy it. I refused because I wanted to get back at the earliest opportunity, plus I worried that I might only be able to orgasm once and if that was the case, I wanted that one time to get my back to my proper body. I suggested waiting another half an hour just to make sure, but Rachel assured the the timing was as regular as clockwork, so we worked our way to the bedroom. I felt that my vaginal muscles were clenched so tight, Rachel would have trouble getting a single finger up there, let alone my old cock if it came down to it. When in the bedroom, Rachel turned off the light. She told me to get undressed, then lay on the bed and try to please myself. When the time was right, she would join me and eat my pussy to orgasm. She gave a solemn vow that she would not do anything else. She took off her shirt but kept her pants on and sat in a chair at the end of the bed. Getting undressed wasn't easy. I had to struggle getting the bra off. Then I did as Rachel asked, I laid on the bed and basically played with myself. Rachel told me to forget about her and just concentrate on myself. She also told me to take my time. There was no rush. What happened next is hard to properly quantify because I don't fully remember how long I took doing this. As I was playing with myself, it didn't do anything for me at first. I think it was because I was still thinking about what would happen if it didn't work. Before all this happened, I couldn't help but get turned on when my hands touched female breasts, but now it just didn't do a thing for me. Rachel told me to relax and be gentle with myself. She told me just to lay there for a bit and drift away. After a while (and I have no idea how long it was), I started to slowly relax. I strongly suspected that Rachel had given me something in my drink to relax me a while ago just like she did last night to get me to sleep. But, whatever she did, I wasn't going to complain. Anything to make all this easier. I started softly playing with my tits. Slowly but surely, I found that I was starting to get pleasure from this. My nipples seemed more sensitive than my male equivalents. The nipples protruded directly upwards and slowly hardened. I had run my hand over my new feminine mound between my legs but so far had resisted the urge to go any further. There was a strange feeling of dampness down there that I had never felt before. "Go on. Finger yourself. And don't be embarrassed about enjoying it." Rachel interrupted. I did as she asked. I spread my legs very wide and ran both hands down my stomach. In one motion I plunged several fingers deep inside my damp pussy. I supposed I had no idea what to expect, but the sensation I received caused me to gasp. I felt a little shame, but I remembered what Rachel had just said. It took me a few minutes to get used to all this. At first I just fingered around getting used to all the new sensations. But after a while (and once again I don't know how long) it struck me that I was really enjoying it. My juices were now flowing and my body was tingling. I felt completely relaxed about what I was doing. I even forgot about Rachel sitting in the chair. I just closed my eyes and allowed my finger to do all the work. It felt strange, but not as strange is it should have felt, if you see what I mean. I rubbed my clitoris and my body groaned in reply. I started pushing two fingers deep into my tight cunt. At the end of each thrust I would rub my clit which would send a burst of pleasure throughout my body and cause me to gasp. The gasps got progressively louder and louder. As I was doing this, Rachel got up from the chair and began to move over toward me. Because I had forgotten about her, I stopped briefly "Don't worry. It's time for your pussy to be eaten. It's time for you to get your body back." she said as she moved to the end of the bed. By now my body was in a much higher state of excitement, so I no longer had any problem with my old body eating me out. Rachel was still wearing pants. She laid face down on the bed and slid her face up to me. Her hands stopped my fingers and pulled them out. She licked my hands clean, then she used her own fingers (well my old fingers) and rubbed my already enlarged clitoris. Now I had tried this, but it was something about the way she did it, because I involutarily groaned and arched my back slightly. She then used her hands to push my legs fully apart before burying her face deep in my pussy. It was dark, so I couldn't see what she was doing with her tongue, but I could certainly feel it, or I could feel the effects of it. I had brought my hands back to my tits and I began playing with them yet again. It didn't take me long to realize that I was going to be able to orgasm like this. I couldn't really tell how close I was, but I just knew I was going to be able to it. The reason why I had been so tense and nervous was the fear of what would happen if I could not climax. Now that I knew that I could come, it seems as if all the problems washed away. I just had to lay back and enjoy it. I squirmed on the bed revelling in all these new feelings. I knew that it was all getting closer. I rubbed my tits with the palms of my hands sending yet more sensations to my brain. The nipples were sticking out like bullets. As I felt the pleasure within me build I began to thrust upwards as I was soon becoming lost in the situation. I then felt this desire. It was a desire to be penetrated. To have something big inside me. In that instant, the most appropriate thing I could think of was my old cock. I mentally shook myself. What was I thinking. Here I am fantasizing about having a cock inside me. But even as I thought that, my nipples got harder and my pussy wetter. All this thought about cocks inside me seemed to bring me ever closer. Rachel sensed I was close so she buried her tongue deep within me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was thrusting up slightly humping her tongue. But her tongue wasn't big enough. I wanted something bigger in there. Oh god, what was I thinking. Just as I thought I was about to come, Rachel stopped and she started running her tongue down my thighs and legs. I groaned loudly "Don't worry." she said pausing "You'll come. I just want to make it more enjoyable for you." she said. I suppose I should have insisted that she make me come straight away. I had agreed to do this for the sole intention of getting my body back as soon as possible. But now that I am here, I found that my body was basking in a sexual heat. I still wanted to orgasm to get my old body back, but I also wanted to enjoy it a little longer so I remained silent. After some light touches, she returned her attention to my groin. By now my juices were flowing freely. I could feel a burning fire between my legs. In a matter of minutes she had worked me up again. There was no resistance from me this time. I was working with her, doing everything I could to help her. She built me right up to a peak again before stopping once again just as she knew I was going to come. "Noooo." I wailed. "Let me come, please." She must have planned this. After bringing me to the edge several times, my resistance had been completely shattered. I was now begging for an orgasm from her and you know what, I no longer cared how she did it. Also I had forgotten about the reason for the orgasm. I wanted it for the sheer pleasure, not so much for getting my old body back. She started working me up yet again. An image flashed through my mind. It was an image of Rachel on top of me fucking my cunt with my old cock. The desire to be penetrated was now overwhelming and no matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn't think of anything more appropriate than my large member in Rachel's pants. Had she pulled down her pants and begun to fuck me, I really don't think I would have objected and if she kept bringing me to the edge and back many more times, I might even ask her to do it. Part of me actually wanted it, but my pride prevented me from asking Rachel. I was just too embarassed. She was bringing me close yet again. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." I begged. This time, instead of stopping, she pushed two fingers deep into my wet hole. I knew that this time there was no going back. I was going to come in Rachel's face. My cock was almost bursting my pants as I sucked on her clit and pushed my fingers deeper inside. She screamed out loud as her whole body started shuddering and she squirted her juices. Her arms thrashed about eventually clutching the bedsheets. I continued to eat her out trying to prolong her orgasm as long as I could licking her sweet love juice. Damn I wished I could have fucked her instead of eating her, but I had promised her not to do that. Just like before, I soon started to realize what was happening. Damn those transfers feel weird. It's instant and it happens just before the orgasm actually hits but it doesn't actually register in your brain until several seconds later. My face was buried deep between Rachel's legs, but at least it was now my proper face and Rachel's proper legs. I was now back in my proper body. Slowly she came down from her sexual peak and I eventually stopped. "Thanks" she said as moved down the bed to kiss me. "What for" I asked. "For that orgasm" she said "It was your orgasm, but I was the one to have it. Damn, it was a good one." Now you know, in that instant I did feel a slight tinge of regret. I just felt I had been robbed of an wonderful orgasm. Okay, I was happy to be back in my proper body, but there was a part of me that would have preferred to experience it in full and then switch back. I now cursed myself for not taking up Rachel on her offer to try it a few hours earlier. I also noted the thoughts that were in my head just as we switched. Rachel wanted to fuck me just as much as I wanted it. "Anyway, lover." she said. "Fancy finishing off where we started last night. We can make love all night long and not worry about transferring again" as she started to lick her juices off my face and unbuckle my pants. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this" she whispered in my ear. I suppose I should have got up and walked out of the door. After all I had got what I wanted, my old body back. But I found I was very horny. I had to accept the emotional state that Rachel left this body in. Now I know why she watched me fuck myself. She was getting herself so horny that when I received this body, I would want to fuck her. Chapter Three ------------- We didn't wake up until Sunday lunchtime. I was much more comfortable looking at Rachel in her proper body over the kitchen table as we enjoyed a late breakfast. But I was in trouble and I knew it. Last night Rachel had been amazing. After I had gotten my proper body back I found that I was simply too horny to say no to Rachel's advances. We made love quite literally all night long and we finally fell to sleep in the early hours of the morning. I had slept around a lot in my time, but Rachel was by far the best lover in bed I had ever had. She knew just how to please me. I guessed that this was because of all the knowledge gained from body swapping, but last night I didn't care how she knew. For months I had fantisized about making love to her and when it finally happened, it was better than I expected. I looked over at her and I realized that I wanted to make love to her again. More than that, I can't get over the fact that last night I did enjoy having my pussy eaten. I also couldn't ignore the fact that part of me actually wanted to be fucked by Rachel. Perhaps it was down to the hormones in her body, but I couldn't shake the fact that I had such a strong desire to be fucked by her as a woman. How the hell was I going to get myself out of this one. We talked and I said I would think about it. We decided that we would always remain friends whatever happened. I went home and relaxed with my mind racing at all the various thoughts. I was now back in my proper body. But I was so confused as to what I should do. I had strong feelings for Rachel, but knowing what I now know, did I fall in love with an illusion, with someone who doesn't exist. I was called away on a business trip for most of the week. Actually the timing was perfect. It allowed me to get out of the office where I was clearly miserable and it gave me the perfect excuse to stay away from Rachel for a while. The trouble was, I soon realized that I didn't want to stay away from her. I called her while away and spoke to her for long hours over the next few days. She was very considerate. She gave me the space I needed. By the end of the week the anger I felt had completely disappeared. I now felt sorry for her. I'm still not sure what made my decision. Perhaps it was curiosity mixed with my strong feelings for Rachel, topped up with a desire to learn certain useful facts about female anatomy which could be put to good use, but on Friday I went round to see her. "Rachel. I've given this a lot of thought. I mean, it's not an easy decision something like this" I started. "And" she said. "Are you sure we can't have sex without transferring every time." "Well it's technically possible. There are things we can try, like I've got a PVC body suit that we can use. If you want to try it we can, but you can't live a relationship like that. It would work for a few weeks, but we'd both get frustrated very quickly." "So the only way I can keep seeing you, is too... become you regularly." I said. Rachel looked in my eyes and nodded without saying anything. "Well... I think... perhaps... I can try" I said. Rachel's eyes lit up in surprise. I think she was expecting me to blow it all off. "Are you sure" she asked. "No. I'm not sure if I can handle it." I said honestly. "I still don't know if I can fuck you as a woman. But after last week when you licked my pussy, at least I know I can always get back another way. If I can find a way of saving our relationship, then I'm prepared to give it a go. It might work, it might not. At least we can say we tried." I said. "That's all I ask" she said as she hugged me. That made me feel good. After having caused Rachel so much pain these past days, I had finally been able to give some comfort to Rachel. Of course, the big question was... exactly how much comfort could I provide. We talked for a few more hours. She asked me what changed my mind I told her that my opinions hadn't changed all that much, but they had just been put in perspective a bit better. Eventually I made the suggestion that we went to her bedroom. Rachel asked if I was sure. To be honest, I was scared. I still don't know why I suggested it, but before we knew what we were doing, we were both cavorting on her bed naked. Rachel had told me to let her take the lead. She knew what she was doing. Eventually she climbed on top of me. "Right Paul. When you get control of this body, don't stop okay. And trust me, you'll enjoy it" I could see that she was fingering herself. She was obviously getting herself close. I was wondering who was going to come first. Each time so far I had been transferred out of an orgasm, effectively robbed of that pleasure. I wondered what it would be like to be transferred into an orgasm. She pulled up my cock and lowered herself onto it. This was a similar position to the one when the first transfer happened. I assumed she choose this position because she had more control over it. I penetrated deep into her pussy once again. In the back of my mind I knew that it a few minutes, it would be my pussy. We didn't use a condom this time. She laid on top of me and began to fuck me as she kissed me. I put my arms around her. I was nervous, but somehow she just knew how to arouse me. She knew just how to touch me to get me as turned on as possible. It wasn't long before I realized I was going to come inside her yet again. "I'm gonna cum" I said. "Then cum" she replied. I could tell by the noise she was making that she was close to the her own orgasm. Then she rolled us over, so that I was now on top of her. I concluded this was the point of no return and I drove my cock deep into her hot pussy. As Rachel pushed her cock right in, it banged against my clit sending pleasure waves right through me. She tensed up and she soon pumped her hot creamy seed deep inside me. It felt like my whole body was on fire with arousal as Rachel's cock was sliding in and out of me. Rachel thrust deep as she pressed my nipples in. Once again, the realization began to filter through. But this time I was very aroused. Rachel started to slow down briefly, but when she got control of my body, she began to speed up a again. She pinched my nipples, then bent down and whispered in my ear. "If you wan't me to stop I will, just say it" she reassured me. Being in this position felt a bit... unnerving. I was laying on my back, my legs spread wide with a male body on top of me and a large cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I felt like I had no control over the situation, like I was at Rachel's mercy. This wasn't what I had in mind. I was hoping to have my pussy eaten and to find out what I missed the other night. Then we might, just might go all the way. But Rachel wasn't stopping. She was continuing to fuck me. We all have a few critical seconds in our life where instant decisions shape the remainder of our life. In this instant I had two decisions. I could tell her stop or I could let her do what she wanted. Rachel was now on top of me, thrusting deep into me making me groan with pleasure. In the end, my body decided for me. I found myself wrapping my legs around Rachel and arching my back upwards giving myself to her. She responded with renewed vigor grabbing my tits once again, pinching the nipples. I could feel wave after wave of pleasure shoot from my pussy and my tits. This felt so different from having my pussy eaten a few nights ago. Somehow, this felt better. The groans from within me grew louder. Each thrust from Rachel seemed to compel me to gasp loudly. She had broken down the barriers inside me and I found myself working with her, moving my body in time with her, squeezing on her cock. The feelings grew more and more intense until I felt the pleasure build to a point. My whole body shuddered and I dug my fingernails into Rachel's back and screamed as my entire body exploded in pleasure. I squeezed hard on Rachel's cock which only seemed to make it better for me as well. Rachel's expert fingers, cock and tongue prolonged the pleasure for me causing sensations all over my body. After what seemed an eternity, I felt it all begin to subside. I now knew the feelings that I had been robbed of, when Rachel ate my pussy. "Wow" was all I could say when it was all over still panting. "Feels good, doesn't it" she said still on top of me. I had to agree. It had felt better than I expected. I was still on a sexual high. My body was tingling with excitement. We just laid there for a few minutes with Rachel on top of me. My arms and legs were still wrapped around her tightly. I can't describe the emotional battle that went on inside me that night. Part of me was disgusted at myself for going ahead with all this and actually having sex with a man. But a growing part of me loved it. After all, there was nothing unnatural about what we just did. It was just a man and a woman having sex. Only thing was... I was the woman. "Mind if you let me go." Rachel asked after a few minutes. "What" I asked. Rachel motioned to my legs. I had wrapped them around her and after it was over, pulled her into me so tight that she couldn't get off me. I felt a little embarrassed. Somehow I wanted her cock to stay deep inside of me for as long as possible. When I untangled my legs she rolled off me and softly stroked my body which seemed to keep me aroused. I wasn't too sure what to do for the rest of the night. As a man I would have probably fallen asleep fairly quickly, but somehow I felt that I had the capacity for more sex. I still felt uneasy about having sex with my former body, regardless of who was the host of it, but somehow that argument carried a lot less weight after the pleasure I just experienced. The next time we did it slower. She climbed on top and slowly penetrated me, which was another first for me. The feeling of being penetrated was so alien to me, yet it felt so fulfilling. Rachel carefully and slowly built me up to a peak then backed away. She did this several times until I was once again in a sexual frenzy. I still can't believe she actually made me beg her for release. She built me up one final time before sending me crashing over the edge. That was the first time that I had had sex as a woman from start to finish and it was amazing. As I felt her strong powerful hands caressing me afterwards, it all felt so complete. She slowly, but surely enticed me into sex again and again that night. She forfeited her own pleasure in order to provide me with as much as possible. If I thought she was a good fuck as a woman, she was even better as a man. She just knew exactly what to do to give me the most exquisite feelings throughout my body. Very soon, all feelings of guilt over what I was doing had vanished. Boy was I in trouble. Girls had gotten me into trouble before, but this one really beats the lot... *************** The next morning we were eating breakfast together, yet again. It was so difficult to look across the table, see myself, but know it's really my beautiful girlfriend sitting there. But I can't think of her as my girlfriend at all now. At this moment, she's my boyfriend and I'm her beautiful girlfriend. My body shivered at that thought. It looks like there are still quite a few feelings to resolve. If I thought I was in trouble last week, I'm in even deeper trouble now. Last night I had a long sex session with a guy and enjoyed every single minute of it. I'm in way over my head here. "So, what do we do now. Where to we go from here" I asked her. For now I still thought of Rachel as 'her' and would continue to for the time being. Rachel smiled back at me "Well, you've cleared the first hurdle. Are you okay about last night. Any regrets" she asked. "No. No regrets. I enjoyed it." I said firmly, but I wasn't completely sure inside. Part of being a hot-shot executive is that you must always appear to be absolutely sure, even if you don't have any idea and that philosophy seemed to apply to my personal life as well. I still had feelings to resolve, but that was something I would have to do myself. As far as Rachel is concerned, everything is fine. "Good. Because you've got to decide where our relationship goes from here. If you just want a sex based relationship then I can live with that. It's been a while since I've had regular sex and I've been getting a bit frustrated lately. You can come round at the weekends when you're not doing anything and we can have sex. You can have your proper body back by the end of the weekend." Then she continued "But Paul, I'd like to take it further than that. I think of you as more than just a sexual partner. But there are many barriers that will need to be cleared." I sat there thinking for a few minutes, then looked Rachel in the eyes. "I want to take it further as well. What do I have to do to make it work" I said firmly. "Are you sure." she said slightly surprised. "This won't be easy." "Yes. I'm sure. I don't know what it is about you, but I want to be with you. I'll do whatever it takes." I replied, once again with the authority and conviction that I am so used to hearing from myself, but inside I wondered just how far I was prepared to take this. She smiled "Okay. Well, I'd like to take it easy with you. Do you think you can take next week off work." she asked. "Already arranged." I replied. Rachel looked at me shocked and gave me an enquiring look "It's a quiet time. I told them I might have some things to sort out so I've left my deputy in charge." Rachel could barely contain her glee. She could see that I was really going to work at this. "Good. Then, how would you like to spend most of the next week as me. I don't just mean around the house, but wearing my clothes, going out, everything." I gulped slightly. What the hell have I let myself in for. ************** I agreed to Rachel's plan that we go away and I spend most of the next week in her female body. As it turned out, I would have to go to work Monday to have the work prepared for the week so we couldn't get away until Tuesday at the earliest. But since it was now only Saturday, I also agreed to spend the rest of the weekend female as well. Rachel said that she wanted to take me slowly, to treat me with kid gloves over all this. So I carried on wearing pants and t-shirts so I could fully get used to my female form. She didn't want to push me too fast into feminine clothes, but I did try a little makeup and experiment some of her (my?) underwear. I never admitted it to Rachel at the time because I was too embarrassed, but it sort of turned me on. I have to say that by the end of the weekend, I no longer had a problem wearing a bra. Huh, never thought I'd hear myself say that. We did go out once together to the shopping mall Sunday afternoon. It was scary. But you know the weirdest thing. I felt comfortable with Rachel at my side. We were holding hands and it was reassuring to have her there. But at the same time, it was strange to be out in public holding another mans hand. I noticed that a lot of men looked at me. Rachel told me it was because I looked so pretty. I don't know whether that was a good or bad thing. I asked her again about this curse, but she still wouldn't tell me about it. She said she didn't want to put me off. Huh, just saying that made me feel uneasy. Anyway, we switched back Sunday night. But this time, Rachel was the first to come. Being transferred into an orgasm was even stranger than being transferred out of one and a lot better. We were having sex and I was aroused as she played with my tits, but not that close to orgasm, when suddenly, without warning I was back in my old body and I felt my cock tense up in orgasm before I came inside her cunt. Boy these transfers felt strange. I wondered if I would ever get used to them. Well, that was only the beginning for the evening. I was once again able to have sex with Rachel in her female form. But this time, I felt more confident in knowing what to do to her. After she had screwed me several times two nights before, pleasing her was much easier that night. I brought her to several orgasms, which really made me feel good inside. I went to work the next day and I also had to go in early Tuesday morning to tie some loose ends up. After doing that we immediately drove a few hours to a small town so I could keep up my excuse of needing some time off for personal reasons. Rachel gave the same excuse with her work. By Tuesday lunchtime we were settled into our remote cabin. 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. 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 as I had my first orgasm of the night, we switched and I found 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 missed a few beats. 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. Chapter Five ------------ We both went back to our respective jobs the next day. We met up in the evening. The day at work had highlighted future problems. I had cleared the first hurdle of sex and I was on my way to clearing the second hurdle of living as a woman, but I could already see the third hurdle looming in the distance and it was a monster hurdle. "I'm going to have to become you, aren't I" I stated in conversation. "What" she asked surprised. "That's the next hurdle, isn't it. Living as a woman isn't enough. When I'm in your body, I'm going to have to live my life as you, in every detail". During this past week, we had stayed away from home, partially because of work but also so we could stay out of the way of our respective friends, so as not to alert them of any change. But we couldn't keep doing this. If we were going to continue to have a relationship together, we were going to have to be able convince everyone we were still the same person. Our friends and our families were only part of the problem. The biggest problem was our jobs. We had to have a relationship where we were uninhibited about sex. We couldn't just simply have sex every Friday and Sunday night, thus I become Rachel every weekend. We had to be able to have sex and change whenever we pleased. How were we ever going to pull this off. "Yes. You're right. We're going to have to learn everything about one another. When you are me, you will have to know exactly what I would do. You'll even have to be able do my job." "But, how. Our families won't be too bad. We can always dodge the subject, but how the hell can we do each other's job. It's just not possible" I pointed out. "It will be difficult. But it won't be as hard as you might think. I've been swapping for decades and I can easily slip into someone else's shoes. I'm sure with a bit of work, you can do the same." I paused so Rachel continued "We both have office jobs so our skills are the same. You're an executive with you own department, so you have the right to be different every day. We each have our own offices, so we can call one another if we have problems." "You mean, we can really do this." I said. I still couldn't believe it was possible. "We have two alternatives. We can split up and I don't think either of us really want to do that. The other option is that we both leave town and find somewhere else to go. Somewhere where no-one will know us, where no-one will notice the constant changes in us. If it comes to it, I'm prepared to do that, but let's try other options first, right." I sat there thinking. What she was proposing sounded almost insane. How could we possibly do each others jobs, continually swapping over. Before I could complete my thoughts, Rachel spoke again. "Paul, I've been so proud of you these last few weeks. I never thought we'd get this far. You don't know how lonely it's been for me these past years. But have I led you wrong yet. Trust me. Let's try it. If it doesn't work, then at least we know we've tried." I recognized those words. I think I said them to her sometime. Anyway, I found myself agreeing with her. Somehow, we had come too far to just give up now. I had become Rachel physically and dresswise. Why not go the extra distance and become her fully. I agreed we should try it. After she hugged me, we both kissed and I touched her breasts. You have no idea how hard it was for us to stop ourselves from making love. We couldn't because we both had to go to work tomorrow and we were still unprepared. This situation only served to highlight the problem. However I made the suggestion that she get out that PVC suit and we did have an enjoyable evening. ************ We spent the rest of the week relentlessly drilling one another in our respective works. We each took extended lunch breaks to visit each other at work, so we could brief each other on who everyone was and where everything was. I also scrutinized Rachel's habits and mannerisms. Our voice accents were fairly similar, but as we were doing this all I could think was just how impossible all this was. How could I possibly convince Rachel's mother that I was really her. And how could I do Rachel's job with the same conviction. During this week I employed a private detective to try and find out about the old Rachel. It wasn't that I didn't believe her, but perhaps that witch that cursed her is still alive and I can find her. If that's so then perhaps I can convince her to remove the curse. After all Rachel has served her time. She's been punished enough. Over the next few weeks, I was getting worried. I kept putting off the time when we would go to work in each other's bodies. Tell you the truth, I was shit scared about it for two reasons. Firstly I was worried about Rachel screwing up my very good job, but secondly I was terrified at the thought of walking into an office as Rachel. Whenever I received attention as a woman outside, I could deal with it. I could tell them to go away, or brush it off another way. But when I'm at work... I didn't know what to do. Fortunately Rachel took the upper hand. I was furious about the way she did it, but I suppose I would have never done it on my own. We were both in my office at lunchbreak. I had sneaked her inside. I didn't want people to see her too often because it's unprofessional to bring partners to work. Anyway, it had been a hectic morning. I was relaxing in my chair and Rachel starting massaging my shoulders, relieving the tension. I loved it when she did this. I just relaxed and let her do it. Well, before I knew what happening, she was in front of me massaging me from the front. Then, before I could stop her, she was sucking my cock. It wasn't long before I was sucking her cock. After it was over, I stood up and straightened my skirt. I then realized just what she had done. It was lunchtime. Only half the day was over. "What the hell have you done" I practically shrieked. Fortunately almost everyone had gone away for lunch. "I'm sorry Rachel" huh, she even called me Rachel "but you were hanging back. You would have never gone through with this." she said. "But I've got a meeting this afternoon." "No. I'VE got a meeting this afternoon. And everything will be fine. Rachel" she stopped and then whispered. "Paul, just trust me. Have I led you wrong yet." I stormed out. I mean, there was nothing I could do. Eventually I decided that I should go back to Rachel's work which wasn't far. I was absolutely terrified as I walked into her small office. The rest of the day was just as hectic for me. Not for everyone else, just for me because I had little or no idea what to do. It was a bit hard on me, because as Paul I managed my own department, but although Rachel has a good job, she's still a lot lower down on the ladder and I had to answer to a lot of people. I wondered who had the better part of the deal here. As I reached a quiet part of the day, I began to think why the hell I'm doing all this. Okay, Rachel may have given me the push I needed here, but why did I even agree to think about it. The answer was instantly obvious. Because I loved her. I really loved her. Part of me was doing this out of curiosity and interest, but curiosity only lasted so long. Yet even though I had only been here for a few hours I was beginning to accept the fact that I could spend half my working days in this office, wearing these clothes and strangely not being bothered by it as much as I thought I would. Well I survived the day. When I got home I was cross with Rachel. She had a concerned look on her face. She was apologetic for the way she did it, but she said it had to be done. I was stern with her for a few hours, but in the end, how cross can I be when she was right after all, although I never did admit that to her. That evening we had to describe in detail exactly what had happened to each of us during the day. We had used notepads in which we wrote everything down, so we could later remember it describe to each other in detail. Over the next few days I found that it really wasn't as hard as I thought. There was one funny time when one of Rachel's work colleagues starting talking about boyfriends. I found out all the things Rachel had told her about me and found it funny. A few seconds later I cringed at the thought that Rachel would be able to do the same with my work colleagues. At the end of the week, I decided to go through with it. This would not be easy. In fact it would be very difficult, risky even, but if this is what it took to stay with Rachel, I would do it. I would do anything. ************** >From that moment on, we lost all inhibitions about sex. Up until then we had to carefully think about what we wanted to do in the next twenty four hours before allowing ourselves to go ahead with it, but now we quite literally did it whenever the urge took us and I didn't even think about the transfers anymore. It was just now just a side effect of our love life. Pretty soon, I didn't mind whether I was a man or a woman. I never thought I would hear myself say that, but it's true. For me, I was just as happy to walk into work wearing my suit as I would wearing my skirt and heels (in the correct body of course). It still wasn't easy for me and there were a few odd times, like the time I started putting on a bra before I realized I was male. But the hardest thing was remembering which washroom to use. It may sound like a small thing, but after getting it wrong several times (in both ways), I had to quite literally check which underwear I was wearing before heading for the washroom. In fact I had to think before I did anything. Living two separate lives isn't easy. But when they're of a different gender, it's even harder. I had to work at this harder than anything before in my life. The sex was excellent between us. Rachel was superb in bed as a man and as a woman. I was also a quick learner. The knowledge I gained from being a woman was put to good use on her when I was myself again. I remembered Rachel telling me that I would become an excellent lover and that I would be able to give pleasure to practically any girl. If I'm honest, I think that might have been one reason for going ahead with all this. But now I realize that I don't want to please other girls, only Rachel. That's another that amazed me. Being faithful was something I always had trouble with. But with Rachel, I never even got close to being unfaithful. I think part of that was because I didn't feel insecure with Rachel. With other girls, I always guessed that they would be playing around sooner or later so I wanted to be the first one to do it. But I knew for a fact that Rachel would never play around. Well, she couldn't, at least not easily. That extra bit of security made me faithful to her. People did notice some difference between us. Of course there were times when we were put on the spot and couldn't answer a particular question, but I soon learned the art of being able to dodge the question or deflect it until I could ask Rachel. It was a skill that Rachel had already learned years earlier. My whole attitude to life changed. I will now admit that I had been a fairly selfish guy with a big ego. But spending half of my life as a woman changed all that. I was more caring, considerate and kind. This showed in my work. It started to slacken. At work I had always been ruthless, but now I found I was losing that killer instinct. Ironically enough, Rachel turned out to be more ruthless than I was when doing my job. She was doing my job better than me which didn't help my pride and ego. I was a bit worried at first. I thought I might be becoming too feminine, going too far down that road. Rachel said that two of her past lovers had started to prefer her body. Was that happening to me. As it turned out, I just needed to steady myself. A short two day business trip came up. Once again the timing was ideal. I was able to sort out my feelings. There was no way I was going to lose Rachel, so I forced myself to accept the situation. I liked being female and I will now freely admit that being a woman was a very pleasant thing, but I wasn't going to let that come between us. I just had to bring myself through this. When I returned from the trip, things instantly improved. I found that I became my old ruthless self at work but I also found I was able to leave that person behind at the office and become the new me when I got home. I liked the new me. Over the next few months, we became a real item. I don't just mean sexual partners. We became real lovers. There was one thing that all this body swapping did for us. It must us understand one another in ways that simply can't be gained any other way. In order to live my life as Rachel, I had to know everything about her, and I mean everything. She also had to know everything about me. At this point, she told me her final secret. How she came to get this body. She told me one night after sex. "I suppose it's a bit embarrassing. For a start, let me tell you I trained as a nurse. About six years ago I was working in a hospital as a male nurse. I was depressed at the time. I was just so lonely." "Anyway, one day my mind was wondering when I heard my name being called. Only it wasn't Jack, my name at the time, but Rachel, my real name. I was intrigued so I followed it to the source." "It was a family crowded round a bed. They were all crying. In the bed was a young girl. She was connected up to all the monitors." "She was brain dead. The family had just been told by the doctors that there was no chance of her ever regaining consciousness. They had just decided to switch off the life support machine, but it was delayed until tomorrow for some legal reasoning or something." "I looked at the beautiful girl then looked at her family. They were absolutely devastated. I could see that they were a loving family and it reminded me of the family always wanted, but never had. I asked around and I found out that the girl had strangled herself." Rachel flushed with embarrassment at this point. "I won't go into the exact details, but you can guess what I did that night. I must have been crazy to do it. It could have killed me, I didn't know what the effects of transferring into a brain dead person would have been, but I was so depressed at the time that I just didn't care. I just wanted to be loved by someone. If I couldn't find a partner to love me, I wanted a family." "After the switch I got up and moved my old body to another room, then got back into bed making sure none of the monitor alarms went off. Well, there was quite a bit of commotion the next morning. The doctors were amazed and my family were absolutely overjoyed." "Now, I didn't now the first thing about Rachel, so I feigned amnesia. It was hard for the first few weeks being a sixteen year old girl again, but it was worth it. I got the loving family I wanted and they got their daughter back. Although it became apparent to them that my amnesia was permanent, we had all grown to love one another." "And that's how I got this body. It's been a bit of a double edged sword. You see, there are times when I feel like moving on, but I can't bear to see my parents lose their daughter again, so I'm trying to stay Rachel as long as I can." Rachel finished. "What happened to your old body then." I asked. "Actually I don't know. I tried to find out, but my parents wouldn't let me lift a finger for weeks. I think they blamed themselves for my attempted suicide. I assumed the body died through lack of life support since the new mind was dead." ************ The next week, Rachel returned home in my body looking a bit upset. She asked me if I trusted her. When I said that I did, she asked me why I had hired a private detective to check out her story. I was embarrassed at being caught out. It only then occurred to me that the detective would have reported back to my proper body not knowing Rachel was the host. I then explained that it wasn't that I didn't believe her, but I was trying to find the witch and get her curse ended. She told me that we simply must not keep secrets from one another. We had to tell each other everything. In the end I agreed with her and apologized. After her lecture, I was dying to know what the information the detective had gained. As it turned out, nothing. The trail was too cold. I looked at the report and it did appear to confirm what Rachel had told me. All three people (the original Rachel, her lover and his wife) all disappeared without trace at about the same time around twenty five years ago. He has not been able to find any trace of any of them. So that was that. Unless we could find that witch, we were going to have to carry on swapping over, possibly forever... but you know what, that's not such a crazy idea now... ************ And so it continued. I had never been this close to anyone in my entire life. I had never shared myself so much with another person. At first, all this had started as curiosity. I don't think either of us expected to be together for two weeks after that first transfer. Yet here we are months later, still together, closer than ever and getting closer every day. The weeks and months just seemed to fly by. I had never been so happy and content in my entire life. ====================================================== I`ll post the remaining parts shortly. That`s when the action begins to hot up. 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