Message-ID: <20217eli$9902250445@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: redheaded composer Subject: REPOST: But who am I really? - 7/7 (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: <19990225010338.3718.rocketmail@web606.mail.yahoo.com> New Story: But who am I really? - 7/7 (tg) (apparently the first posting of this section was truncated by someone, somewhere) 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 11 ------- -- "Ahr ye ready?" Hugh looked up at Erin's father who was holding out his hand. He looked at the door that would open to reveal the church pews, filled with relatives and friends. "No..." Hugh voice was hesitant. Mr. O'Neil chuckled. "Well, I guess nobody really is. But tell me, do ya love 'im?" Hugh thought of Erin, waiting by the altar, dressed magnificently in a black tuxedo and bow tie. "Yes!" Hugh stated firmly. "Well then, you're as ready as you'll ever be." He smiled and held out his hand again. This time Hugh slipped his small and elegant hand (Hugh was wearing silk gloves for the occasion) into Mr. O'Neil's larger rough farmer's hands. Mr. O'Neil grasped the hand gently and reassuringly. He then stepped forward, opened the double doors, and led Hugh into the assembly. Hugh gasped as everyone stood up and the organ started in on "Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring". 'My god, this is really happening.' Hugh thought to himself. He remembered to smile as he stepped into the hall and felt the vaulted ceilings open up above him. 'But, who am I? What am I doing?' Hugh looked down the aisle and saw Erin waiting for him, smiling broadly. 'My god, he's so gorgeous. But what about me? Am I the bride or the groom? Do I want to have children and take care of them while Erin starts her new business? Or do I want to go back to my career?' Hugh felt the heavy fabric of the silk skirt flow around his legs. Hugh tried to remember what it was like when he was running the company. All that came back to him were images of performance reviews, schedule slippage, resource constraints, angry and demanding customers. 'But I liked it once, didn't I? Why did I do it?' Hugh felt Mr. O'Neil squeeze his hand. Hugh looked at him and smiled, and was rewarded when Mr. O'Neil smiled back. 'Maybe I just had to prove to myself that I could do it. But, now what do I do? What do I want to do? Should I be getting married? Should I go back to school?' Hugh's mind wandered over the events of the last month and a half. He had been very busy, helping Erin, doing the laundry, keeping the house neat, planning the wedding, doing the shopping, filling out his wardrobe, studying up on prenatal care, lining up a pediatrician, getting checkups, exercising. It had been a busy, frantic, wild, crazy time. 'And fun.' Hugh smiled broadly. He had had a blast shopping with Fenway. He loved exercising with Liz and her sarcastic comments about the pudgy balding men in the health club. He loved talking to 2 AM with his new sister, Mary, about life and loves and their respective futures. He had loved shopping for the wedding dress, he loved that each day was like playing dress up. 'But most of all, I love being with Erin.' And not just the female Erin, Hugh realized, but the male Erin. The Hugh Erin. Hugh loved the way Erin smiled, how she complimented and praised him profusely for any little chore that he finished, how he felt safe that Erin was handling the business so competently, how he felt in Erin's arms. Erin's masculine arms as they wrapped tightly around his female body, hugging him tightly to her male body, as her fingers played down his back and buns. Hugh didn't want a thing to change. He wanted to freeze this moment in time forever. He would have been happy to relive the last month and a half, when he changed into a female and fell in love, over and over again. 'But do I want to be a woman forever? Will I tire of this body? But most of all, do I want to be his wife?' Hugh wondered. 'Do I want to raise our children, take care of the household, love and obey my husband forever?' Hugh looked into Erin's eyes, and felt tears of joy streaming down. For the first time he saw Erin as 'him,' a man in full possession of his body. Caring, confident. And also for the first time, Hugh realized that he was really a 'she'. A woman. Hugh now felt as if he was Erin, truly and completely. Hugh looked up at the priest. "I do," she said. "Yes! I do." Chapter 12 ------- -- "Shush, sweetie, here... don't cry." Erin reached into the crib and curled her arms around Janet, her first born. Erin lifted Janet out of the crib, hugged her close and started to gently sway and rock. Janet settled down a bit, but then reached out for Erin's breast. "I know, you're hungry. Well, it's time, so let's get started." Erin went and sat down on the straight-backed chair that Hugh had bought to support her back while breast-feeding. She unbuttoned her blouse to expose two ample breasts, now swollen with milk to about twice their normal size, securely held by a nursing bra. Erin pulled the front flap away from its Velcro fasteners and exposed an enlarged nipple that was leaking slightly. She moved her breast to Janet's lips, which immediately opened and started suckling. Erin felt the pressure on her breast subside as she fed Janet. The first time this had happened, Janet had been unprepared for the strong feelings of affection and love which came from breast feeding her offspring. She had also been unprepared for the sexual stimulation. When Erin had been a man, before she had traded places with the 'real' Erin while on vacation in Ireland, he had never given much thought to his male nipples. They were just sensitive protuberances, not much different than any other sensitive part of his body, such as his temples. Or behind the knees. They were certainly not a source of sexual pleasure or deep satisfaction. But now, as Erin, she found that her whole life revolved around her breasts. She had to suckle Janet several times a day. Then there was the breast pump to draw out milk to be stored for later. Finally, Hugh enjoyed her breasts, especially when it had been an especially hard day at work and he wanted to be babied a little bit. With all this stimulation, Erin found herself constantly horny, and sometimes she would forcibly attack Hugh when he came home. Oh, and speaking of attacks by force, their wedding night had been amazing. The combined sexual tension that had built up from over a month of abstention had driven both Erin and Hugh crazy. When they finally arrived at their resort bungalow on the beach in Cancun, they mutually attacked each other as soon as the bellboy had left the room. They fucked with abandon, on the floor, in a puddle of discarded clothing. Erin smiled at the memory - she had never experienced such a fixation on lust and sexual desire, as either a man or a woman. Sometimes it still happened, when Hugh would return from a long trip, for example, or after the doctor's imposed period of abstinence after Janet was born. These times were not as strong as the sexual mania that characterized her wedding night, but they were still yummy and deeply satisfying. Erin came to love her new role in life. She now had so much more family than before. As Hugh, his father had died many years before, and he had not been very close to his brother. But now, as Erin, she had a very close sister, they talked on the phone all the time, a caring mother and father, and a whole host of cousins, aunts, and uncles, from Ireland. Her family reunions were attended by no less than 75 relatives from all over the world. And, Erin enjoyed taking care of Hugh. She liked doing laundry, keeping the house clean, shopping, managing the budget, gardening, entertaining friends, and cooking. It was now a year since the mystical Gaelic song had caused them to trade places, and Erin had made breakfast for Hugh nearly every morning, rising before he did and making sure it was ready when he emerged from the shower. Many days she would fix lunch, too. But above all, Erin felt an intense and palpable love for Janet, her newborn. Janet was a beautiful and happy baby, to her mother at least. Through Janet, Erin discovered all kinds of new delights about the world. Playing with toys, brightly colored lights, soft textures, even applesauce were all new experiences that Erin was able to enjoy through Janet. Janet added new life to Erin, and she couldn't imagine anything better. "Hey there!" Erin looked up to see Hugh walk in the door. "Hi," Erin shifted Janet to her other nipple. "She's almost done, she'll be sleeping soon." "Good, you'll never guess what I found! Remember that night, when we switched bodies?" "Hmmm, let me think. You mean that night when I used to be a man, and after which I became a woman? No," her voice heavy with teasing sarcasm, "it had completely slipped my mind. Yes! You dolt. Of course I remember." "Well... That hotel we stayed in has a web site." "That's nice..." "And it has a brief history of the hotel. It used to be a castle. After all, it was on the river to Limerick." Erin started to get a queer feeling about where this was heading. "And?" "And before that it was a monastery, which had been destroyed by Cromwell. Some of the stones from the monastery were actually used to construct the castle. And before that, it was rumored to be the site of druid worship. Probably a stone circle marking the winter and summer solstice, the seasons, and so forth." "That's fascinating... I guess I was right when I thought it looked old and rundown. That would be, what, about 8,000 years old?" "Something like that. Don't you see?" "What?" "Just like the Blarney stone, stones in Ireland can be given magical powers! It's not just the song which we sung, but it must have been the stones in the building itself which caused us to switch places!" "Oh my god! You don't mean..." Erin's mind was a whirl. She had completely given up switching back. Now she was in vertigo as the possibilities rushed past her. "That's right. I think we can switch back. We just need to go and stay in the same room of the same hotel, and try one more time. I've already bought tickets, we're going tomorrow!" Chapter 13 ------- -- "Stop... don't." Erin put her fingers to Hugh's lips, stopping him in mid-song. She sat up, pushed away the covers from the bed, and turned on the light. "What's the matter?" Hugh sat up, looking at Erin. Erin was in tears. "Please. Stop." Everything had happened far too quickly. Hugh had arranged for his mother, Mrs. Johnson, to take care of Janet. "It'll be a pleasure!" she had replied. With all of the laundry, instructions on the baby, packing, canceling of business appointments, they barely had had time to talk, and by the time they landed at Shannon airport after flying the red-eye, they were simply too exhausted to do much more than sleep all day in the hotel room. And now, here they were, with midnight and a full moon. Hugh pulled Erin into a hug, "What's wrong? Are you OK?" Yes, something was terribly wrong. "I can't... I don't..." Erin heaving sobs caused her to stutter and gasp. She looked to Hugh. "I don't want to change back. Please don't make me! I don't want to go back to being Hugh." "Are you sure?" Erin looked up at Hugh, hopefully. "Yes! I love being Erin. I love taking care of you. I love Janet, and I want to be her Mother. Dammit, I suffered through childbirth to have her, I deserve to enjoy being her mother!" Hugh smiled. "Don't worry. I'm not going to make you do anything." "No? But, don't you want to be Erin again?" "What? You think I don't like having someone love me and take care of me every day? You think I want to change diapers 8 times a day? You think I hate being the president of a successful software company?" "Oh Hugh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Erin leaped forward and hugged Hugh with delight and kissed him on the cheek. "But hey!" She stopped for a second. "But then, why the rush to come to Ireland and try and switch? Why were you in such a hurry?" "Well," Hugh paused, "it was true that this is the full moon, and so, if you wanted to change, I thought we should catch this one rather than wait another 28 days. Also, I thought that you wanted to switch, and so I just wanted to get it over with, but really..." "Yes?" "I wanted to know, well... do you regret being my wife?" Erin pouted at Hugh, in mock anger. "So, this was some kind of test?" "I guess so." "Well, let me just tell you, sir. I know who I am. I am you're wife, contented and happy. And I will love, honor, and obey you until death do us part." "And I am your husband. Who will love, honor, and obey you, until death do us part." They kissed again, this time slowly and comfortably. "Now," Hugh got up, "Let's get out of here. I don't want us to accidentally switch back." "Amen! Once is enough." [The end] -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----