Message-ID: <20159eli$9902220747@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: redheaded composer Subject: New Story: But who am I really? - 6/7 (tg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <19990221190549.12537.rocketmail@web606.mail.yahoo.com> New Story: But who am I really? - 6/7 (tg) My third story, the most ambitious. This one is more romantic and traditional than my previous stories. Perhaps I'll go back to raunchy and weird the next time. Normal Disclaimer Information: Do not read any further if: 1. You are under the age of 18, or 2. You are offended by explicit sexual and/or erotic writing This story describes situations where a man and a woman accidentally switch places, and how they both adjust to their new roles. If this sort of story is likely to offend you, then do not continue. If you have any comments on this story, good or bad, then please tell me so via E-mail! It will encourage me to write more. Thank you, RHMusic - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chapter 10 ------- -- 'And the question of the day,' thought Hugh to himself, 'is how many adults does it take to buy a dress?' Hugh looked around the waiting room of the bridal shop. 'I guess the number is 6. How did I get roped into this?' They were waiting for their personal wedding gown consultant. The group included Hugh, Erin, Erin's Mom, Hugh's Mom, Liz - the real-estate agent, and Erin's sister Mary. The wedding was now just a week away. The last month had gone by like a tornado, events, shopping, trips, schedules, visitors, doctor visits, customers, office moving, everything packed into one incredibly hectic month. Erin had put it best: "I swear, this is absolutely the last time I switch places with a man, start a company, get pregnant and get married all in the same month." But, in some ways, Hugh was grateful for the company. Each person in the waiting room with him had performed an important role in managing the maelstrom. First there was Liz, the real-estate agent. Hugh had met Liz on his first day out alone as a businesswoman. Hugh eventually narrowed the choices down to three candidate properties, all of the employees took a vote, and one of Liz's properties was the one selected for the new offices. It was nice because the offices were very close to Hugh's condo, and Erin could bicycle to work if she wanted to. After the sale, Liz and Hugh had become fast friends, and Liz, who already had two children (2 and 5), was providing valuable tips to Hugh on where to find a pediatrician, what hospitals were the best, where to go for Lamaze classes, and even where she could find a good deal on diapers, when it became necessary. Also Liz encouraged Hugh to join her workout routine: Aerobics twice a week and something called the "PowerCourse" (combination anaerobic exercises and weight training) twice a week. She usually went in the afternoon, just before lunch. Of course, the first time was scary. "Oh, I don't think I can do this." Hugh stepped out of the ladies dressing room and stopped. "Oh, you'll be fine! Just let me show you the ropes." Liz held firmly on to Hugh's hand and pulled him forward. "But you don't understand! I've never... ah... we don't have anything like this in Ireland. I feel so exposed." "Listen, every girl here *wishes* they had a body as good as you. And you want to keep it that way, don't you? Now, let's start with some stretches." Hugh had dressed as Liz recommended: a sport bra, tights, leotard with short sleeves, and a pair of loose gym shorts. But now, as he stepped out into the crowded gym, he felt naked. The clothes were like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination - every curve was visible, from the sides of his breasts, to his taught calves. He knew how he looked since he had been a man, after all, and he could see that they were all looking at him and drooling over his new female body. Liz seemed unaffected by the attention, but to Hugh there were 12 pairs of eyes roaming all over his body, and each pair of eyes was gradually undressing him, imagining his naked body, and imagining what could be done with his naked body. And did they have to start with stretches!? Hugh followed Liz on the stretches, but every stretch seemed to show off another body part to her on-lookers. One would push out his round tush for all to admire. A second would cause his breasts to thrust out. A third would extend each leg. And a fourth would spread his crotch, so that all could admire the slight mound at the V of the leotard as it peeked through his gym shorts. The sports bra was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, Hugh was immensely grateful that the sports bra was tight to compress his bosoms and prevent any unnecessary jiggle. But on the other hand, the constant squeezing of his mammaries and the stimulation of his nipples was continually distracting, and worse, he was becoming turned on. "Are you OK, Erin?" Liz asked, looking at Hugh concerned. "You look flushed." "No, no. Just a little nervous. This is my first time." "Well, here. Let's start you off on the stair stepper." Hugh stepped up to the automatic stair stepper, Liz set up the controls for him, and he started his workout. Hugh clenched his teeth. Apparently, he hadn't yet become used to how sensitive his new body was, for his workout clothes seemed to stimulate his entire body as they stretched and rubbed across every inch of skin. The leotard was especially intimate. Had he bought one that was too tight? But the sales lady had assured him it was the correct size. Every time he pushed with his arms the top stretched across his breasts, stimulating his nipples through the sports bra. And with every step, the crotch of the leotard dug a little bit further into his pussy, and it gradually began to push the tights into his ass crack as well. Hugh squirmed a bit. He couldn't just reach into his pants to adjust the leotard, but the contact was becoming too intimate to bear. "Are you all right?" Liz asked. "Is that pace good for you?" "Oh, it's fine!" Hugh responded. "It's just..." he whispered to her "this leotard seems a bit tight." "Oh I know. It's impossible to find the right leotard. They ride up all the time. You just have to get used to it." 'But how do I get used to this?' thought Hugh to himself. Now, with every step, the leotard was slipping back and forth through his crotch, each step increasing his stimulation. Thank god he had tights on, or otherwise the leotard slipping through his unprotected pussy would cause him to orgasm right there on the gym floor. The thought caused Hugh to blush furiously. Somehow, Hugh made it through the stair stepper exercise, although just barely. After that, they did Nautilus, rowing, and then the exercise bicycle. Each exercise was stimulating in some new, insidious, way. And just when he thought he had himself under control, Liz would hop off and announce "on to the next one!" Her philosophy was to run through a circuit of machines to tone more parts of her body, and to prevent things from getting too boring. Unfortunately, this meant that Hugh was constantly experiencing new sensations - his mind was riveted on the new parts of his body which were being rubbed or exposed. After finishing up, Hugh ran to the rest room and masturbated. He couldn't help it, it was either that or collapse in spasms right on the floor for all to see. And then, after a pause of barely 10 seconds, he realized that once was not going to be enough, so he brought himself to another climax, his fingers buried in his sopping pussy, rubbing with an almost frantic urgency, as he doubled over, shuddered, and gasped. After taking a few breaths and cleaning up, he got up off the toilet and headed for the showers. "Are you alright?" Liz looked concerned as Hugh stepped into the shower spray. "You took so long, I was worried..." "Oh, sure! It's just, maybe I overdid it a little, I... ah..." Hugh looked up and was confronted with Liz, completely naked, fantastically proportioned breasts, and just a tad overweight, which (to Hugh's mind) made her look all the more appealing. Small drops of water mist were clinging to her pussy hair, like dew. Worse, there were other naked women in the shower, cleaning with soap, face towels, rinsing hair, and cleansing all parts of their bodies. At that moment, Liz looked like a fairy goddess. Hugh lost all track of what he was trying to say. Hugh forced himself to look up from Liz's pussy and look her in they eye. He attempted a grin, "Gosh, we just don't have places like this in Ireland! I just feel so self conscious!" Liz reached out and grasped his hand. "Don't worry about anything. There's soap on the wall there. Let's just wash out the sweat and we can head out of here. Where would you like to get lunch afterwards?" Hugh was grateful for the diversion, and he was able to make it through the rest of the shower without any further gaffes. Later during lunch, he was able to discuss it with Liz. "Liz, I just have to apologize for my behavior in the shower, it's just... well there is something I just have to tell you." "What's that?" "Well, you have a fantastic body. And I..." "Yes?" Liz looked at Hugh, puzzled. "I'm pregnant!" Hugh blurted out, unable to think of anything else to say. "Oh Erin! That's fantastic! Congratulations!" Liz clapped her hands, delighted, and then paused. "Now I understand! You were looking at me to see what a woman looks like after having two babies. Am I right?" 'Of course not,' Hugh thought to himself. Hugh was looking at Liz because her body had incredible curves, and because no woman had ever stood in front of him, naked, with such an open and genuine pose. "That's right!" Hugh smiled, relieved. "Oh, you are so darling. Listen, of all people, you do not need to worry. Just exercise, before and after the pregnancy, and you'll be fine." Liz laughed, and they chatted for the remainder of the lunch. An inter- personal wall had been breached, and now Hugh found it easier to discuss intimate issues and feelings with Liz, and visa versa. She thought it was cute how naive Hugh could be at times. 'Mental tip,' Hugh thought to himself, later, 'when in a jam, just say that you're pregnant.' After a couple of weeks, Hugh found that he was able to go into the gym without feeling quite so self-conscious. Sure, his body was still getting looks from men in the gym, but he no longer felt embarrassed by it. Rather, he was proud! He was taking care of Erin's body the way he should, and he was glad that it looked good. Also, he purchased a looser leotard, and so now he only had to masturbate once after a session - and there were some sessions where he didn't have to masturbate at all. Also, Hugh found that all of the motions in the aerobics classes helped him become more comfortable with his new body. Before, he had always had this feeling that he was operating the body from remote control, and that the different proportions, weight balance, and strengths and weaknesses caused everything to be different enough that he never quite felt at home. But now, he was in full control of the body, and it became a natural extension of his mind. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Ahem." Hugh looked up. It was Erin. "How's my bride to be?" Erin asked. "Nervous." Erin leaned over and gave Hugh a hug. When Hugh first brought up the shopping trip, Erin surprised him by insisting that she help choose the gown. "I have spent my entire life imagining what it would be like to shop for my wedding gown, like all little girls, Wild horses couldn't keep me away." "But, it's not traditional! The groom shouldn't see the wedding gown before the wedding, right?" "Well then, I guess you'll have to cover your eyes as you shop for the gown!" Erin laughed. Hugh stuck his tongue out at Erin. "I thought I was going to be the wife. Isn't that what you said? So, which is it?" "I haven't a clue," Erin admitted. "I'm far too confused to answer that question. All I know is this: If I don't get to help pick out a gown, then you're sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life." "Oh, like that would be any different from what we're doing now..." Hugh grumbled. Hugh was referring to Erin's new 'arrangement'. After the magical evening when they had danced and kissed (and more) all night long, Erin had announced that she wanted them to abstain from sex until the wedding night, and further that she would be sleeping on the couch until then. "But why?" Hugh had asked, nearly desperate. "Because, I want my wedding night to be special... and I think that it would help. I don't want for sex to become routine before then, I want it to be new, fresh, and exciting!" Hugh had to admit that Erin had a point. They would never have another wedding night, and after all, the wedding was only a month away, so surely he would be able to last until then. And so every night for the last 4 weeks, Hugh had gone to bed alone. Hugh and Erin would kiss goodnight at the bedroom door, and then Erin would lay out a sheet and some blankets on the couch and sleep there while Hugh went to the comfort of his own bed. Hugh had protested that he should have the couch, after he was supposed to be the host. "But you're the one who's pregnant," Erin pointed out. "And I think it will be best if you're the one closest to the bathroom." At night, Hugh would lie in bed, horny. Being alone in bed, relaxed, Hugh would use his hands to explore his new female body. He would caress himself in intimate places, sometimes masturbating, sometimes just caressing, sometimes probing into different crevices. One evening, after dinner, Hugh had gone to bed and started exploring his body in the bedside light. He studied the elegant length of his fingers, he memorized the pattern of freckles on his arms and shoulders, the crinkles which covered the surface of each nipple, the goosebumps on his aureole, the slope of the tummy as it curved down to his belly button, and the thicket of pubic hairs. Hugh had never really studied his vagina, so he pulled out a hand mirror to take a close look. The folds of skin were intensely sensitive, and it wasn't long before he began to squirm and he could actually watch sticky lubrication starting to form between his pussy lips. Hugh stretched the folds of skin so that the clitoris would pop out, and then he experimented for a while seeing what felt the best in and around the clit, and what nested areas he could find to stimulate. Hugh inserted his finger into his vagina and probed deeply, feeling the walls with his finger, pushing them apart (which created a sucking sound), and then pushing them together as trapped air escaped with a rude sound. He probed as deep as he could, discovering all of the different areas and how they felt. Hugh jumped up, ran to the closet, dug around, and pulled out an old vibrator, which he had bought, once on a lark. He filled it with some batteries he found, and then raced back to bed. The tip the vibrator was cold and strange. Hugh rubbed it over his vaginal lips and it felt unnaturally smooth and slick, not at all like Erin's penis, but still sexy in a perverted way. Hugh slipped the vibrator into his vagina. It felt delicious to have his vaginal walls gradually pushed apart as the plastic slid deep inside of him, deeper and deeper until it bumped into his cervix. It was a delicious sensation, massaging that muscle deep inside. Hugh began using the vibrator as a probe, nudging the tip everywhere, seeing if he could find other good spots, seeing what it felt like to twist it this way and that. His first orgasm came on so gently that he didn't recognize it at first, until it washed over him and caused his whole body to hum - as if a piano string deep inside had been plucked. Hugh lay on his side, curled up, as his body shivered and sung. After a few moments, Hugh realized that he wasn't done yet. There were still orgasms left inside, waiting to be stroked out. Hugh turned over, face buried in the pillow, and lifted his hips into the air on his knees. He reached underneath and turned on the vibrator. "OHHH!" Hugh involuntarily cried out, the sensations were exquisite! His entire pussy was vibrating, the vibrations had spontaneously caused a second climax. Hugh pushed his face deeper into the pillow. "AHHHH! (ahhhh!)" The sounds were muffled, and he hoped that Erin was asleep on the couch. Hugh reached down with his other hand, and started frantically playing with his clit. By now, he was completely gone. An earthquake could have opened up underneath him and his body would still have demanded two more orgasms. And they came. Violent, spastic, and totally out of control, Hugh screamed into his pillow, as one hand pressed hard against his clit and the other stroked deep with the vibrator, both in convulsions. Gradually, his body slowed it's wild shaking down to a gentle swaying, as little bursts continued to pleasure him. Hugh had just enough mind to turn off the vibrator as he rolled back on his side, wasted, catatonic. He slipped into a blissful sleep, the vibrator still embedded deeply inside of him, trapped between his legs. It would be another hour before he would wake, confused, pull the sticky vibrator from his cunt, and then slowly walk to the bathroom to clean up before going to bed properly. Meanwhile, Erin, hearing the sounds from next door and knowing full well what they meant, had her hand on her penis, holding and stroking a painfully erect member to the sounds of Hugh's orgasm. She almost gave in and ran next door to fuck her fianc -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----