Taking it Well

Alright, time to figure out who I am thank god for fingerprint unlock, Henry thought to himself while scrolling through his new body's phone. Occasionally he would fondle one of his breasts casually while scrolling.

"Good morning babe," the man next to him rolled over and put on hand on Henry's leg.

"Good morning to you too," he smiled at the man. "Hey, weird question."

"Go ahead," he said.

"Last night when we were fucking, what name were you yelling?"

"Uhhh, your name. Are you feeling okay Courtney?" He placed his head on Henry's forehead. Henry brushed it off.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just wanted to make sure." Henry turned his attention back to the phone to figure out more about this Courtney girl he was now all of a sudden.

"If you want, I can yell it again," the main started caressing Henry's leg. Henry felt a slight tingling sensation between his legs. The man leaned in for a kiss, Henry played along and followed through. It's odd to think that just last night Henry fist saw that man on top of him while he was being penetrated. The sensation was unreal. He felt so great and relaxed after the orgasm that he didn't care that at one moment he was dancing half naked at a bachelorette party while women cheered every time he removed a piece of clothing. That was just work for him, meanwhile feeling the full force of a man deep inside of his new pussy was pure pleasure.

What Henry would later find out is that Courtney was a bridesmaid at one of the parties he performed at months ago, and while screwing her boyfriend she couldn't get the thought of Henry out of her head while organisming. This triggered a fantasy orgasm swapping event that caused the two to permanently swap bodies.

"Do you want me to yell your name again, Courtney?" the man whispered and came in for another kiss, while his hand rubbed up against Henry's crotch. He felt another small pulse of pleasure originating from his groin.

Fuck it, Henry thought, I can figure out who Courtney is later. He took the man's hand and slid it beneath his pants and moaned once his fingers entered him.

Washed Up

"Please take me back Steven, I can't live like this anymore," Max pleaded to the man at the door frame.

"We were never dating, get out of here Max!" He guested with his index finger to max.

"Yes we were," Max said.

"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?" Steven stared his ex-best friend down. "I was dating Sidney, not you Max."

"Well actually we were, for two months," Max flipped his hair back and stuck out his chest. "Didn't you like it?"

"You fucking lied to me for two months. What sort of 'best friend' takes his sister's body and then dates his best friend pretending to be her? You were my best friend Max, but then you betrayed me," Steven slammed his fist against the frame. "Now get out of here!"

"Please Steven," Max made clasped his hands and began pleading. "I'm so sorry I took her body, I thought I could escape my problems and start new, with you, my closest friend. Ever since Sidney told mom and dad they won't talk to me anymore, you're the only person I can trust."

"Sidney had to go to rehab for you in your body, she was there for six months before she became clean. Then you fucking go and make an alcoholic druggie out of her body. You're a piece of shit, Max. Go back home your boyfriend," he shooed his ex.

"That's the things," Max said he felt a knot in his stomach, "he's not my boyfriend anymore."

"And why would that be, he seemed like a perfect fit for you with all those pipes and bottles laying around."

"He caught me...." Max began to choke up, "sleeping with another man, and now I have no where to go. I've been sleeping with men I've met at the bar just so I could have a place to sleep every night. I can't do this anymore Steven, I need your help. Please Steven, please let me crash on your couch, just for a few nights until I work it out with Andy."

"Jesus-fucking-Christ," Steven slammed the door in Max's face leaving the former man sobbing without another home.

Cart Boy

"Yoo hoo, cart boy over here," Shelby heard a familiar voice. She was pushing a line of shopping carts out of the parking lot and back towards the store for her twelfth time today. She turned her head towards the direction of the voice. It was Carter in her body standing next to a cart return. "You missed a few!" He said.

Shelby rolled her eyes and ignored him. "I'll get them my next round Carter."

"Carter, that's a funny name to call a woman," he said.

"Ugh fine, I'll get them next round Misses Buckley," Shelby avoided even looking over to her old body.

"That's more like it, glad to see my husband employees strong hard working men like yourself. It'd be a shame if I had to tell him a cart boy wasn't doing his job correctly and treating his lovely wife with disrespect. Have a good day young man!"

"Ugh," Shelby groaned. "Same to you... Misses Buckley." She said between her teeth.

Shelby was the beautiful wife of Henry Buckley, an owner of a small chain of grociery stores across the city. Despite the residents notoriously calling her nothing more than a trophy wife, she had recently started managing the Buckley Foundation, a charity her husband established and placed her in charge so that she could prove to the public that she was more than a piece of eye candy. Unfortunately just a few weeks after establishing the foundation, Carter, a twenty-year old high school drop out stole her body and her life. A few days after taking her life Carter made the announcement that Shelby would no longer be in charge of the foundation because "How could a woman as pretty and hot as me be smart enough to run a charity?"

Shelby didn't know much about Carter, but what she did know is that he had been written up multiple times at work for running late, sneaking off during working hours to get high near the dumpsters, and for telling off customers who were pissing him off. She hadn't spoken to him that much since he stole her life, but she suspected he was the laziest kid in town and he took her life of leisure because he was too lazy to live his own.

Dedication

"Now that's dedication Courtney," Collin's personal trainer Annie cheered. "I wanna see you pull those weights in and out, you got that, in and out?"

Collin looked dead ahead towards his reflection. He was still in disbelief that that Asian woman in the mirror was him, but he knew it was even if he didn't like it.

"One, two, three," Annie said counting his reps, "that's it girl you got it!"

Collin used to be a body builder, he saw himself the be the apex of masculinity with his bulging pecks and fabulous thighs. Unfortunately that was stolen from him from his ex-girlfriend Courtney. She took everything he had the moment he broke up with her, from his house to his body. Now he was dedicated to gaining that masculinity back, even with a pair of tits.

Gratitude Part 3

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Ever since James was a child James had admired Jessica Rabbit. It wasn't the same way his other young male friends tended too, sure he agreed she was beautiful and sexy, yes he was totally into her tits, but all of that was secondary to who she was. She was a strong woman who took absolute pride in her sexuality and took no shame in being feminine. And the way she wore her dress was absolutely stunning, James wanted everything she represented, and now he could as Emily.

James found a perfect replica of her outfit online and ordered it. It took a little longer than he expected to finally wear it since Emily's breasts were apparently so large that they wouldn't fit, so he brought the dress to a tailor to have it adjusted. Once everything was fixed he eagerly put on the outfit and snapped a photo.

All dressed up and nowhere to go, James went with "fuck it" and wore the outfit all day across town. He didn't care if he was showing too much skin, he didn't care that he was making dozens of men and women stair at him, and he didn't care he was obviously dressed as a character from a 90's movie. All he cared about was feeling as sexy, strong, and feminine as Jessica Rabbit.

Girl's Night

"Holy shit your boyfriend's tits are so huge, can I touch them Luke?" Stephanie said.

"Sure," Luke said, "but you got to call me Lacy now. It's weird being called Luke in this body."

"No problem Lacy," Stephanie groped the former man, "holy shit they're real."

Luke laughed, "Of course they're real, I didn't willingly choose to get tits, The Metamorphosis just gave them to me."

Luke had been a victim of what the news was beginning to call The Metamorphosis, an event that caused a small population all over the world to wake up transformed into somebody else. He had been very fortunate that his girlfriend, Beth, was so helpful with his transformation. There were stories about couples splitting all across America, but it turned out that Beth had always been curious about dating women, but she loved Luke, which made the transformation very fortunate for her too.

Since Luke was now Lacy, and as Lacy, Beth invited him out to her monthly girl's night with her BFF's. It was the first time they had seen the new Luke and they were taking it in stride.

"You know what I love about your new tits Lacy?" Beth said.

"What's that?"

"I can finally get my revenge and motorboat you!" She playfully stuck her head between Luke's breasts.

Luke gasped in amusement, "Stop!" He laughed.

"Make me," Beth said and continued motorboating her boyfriend. All the girls and Luke laughed.

Get Used To It

"I can get used to this," Haru said admiring his new busty body. "Plus it's not like this is my first time being inside this body, just the deepest." Michael removed his bra and gazed at his perfect tits. "Fuck, white girls are the best!"

Earlier that day Michael awoke in the body of his mistress. The former corporate executive rolled over expecting to see her missing, and a note in her place.

The note read:

It's over Michael, you got what you wanted out of our secret relationship: sex with a younger hotter woman than your life. Now it's time for me to get what I wanted out of our secret relationship: your money and your life. Better get used to being a woman, because we're through. 

- Cynthia

"Whelp I built myself up from scratch once I moved to America, I can do it again. That bitch just bought me a good 20 years back of my life. But first," he said grabbing a vibrator from her drawer, "I got some other business to take care of first."

Gratitude Part 2

Part 1

"Holy shit James, is that really you?" James heard his old masculine voice say.

"In the flesh!" He flipped his hair and did a little one-legged kick up behind him. 

"You look stunning!" Emily said. "It's so good to see you!" She ran up and hugged James, he felt his old muscular chest flex beneath his breasts. He had no idea how rock hard is old body was until now. He immediately wanted to rip Emily's clothing off and feel his old dick deep within him, but he quickly snapped himself out of it.

"You don't look bad yourself," James said. I see you've treated my body well. 

"Ahem, you mean my body." Emily corrected him. "So how have you been girl? Was the flight fine?"

"The flight was fine,  man it is good to be back home. Thank you for letting me stay... James."

"It's the least I could do. I even set up a dinner with all of your old friends. I told them I have a friend from Chicago coming into town and I wanted to show her around town."

"Thank you so much Emily, I can't wait to see them all again." James checked out his old body, he seriously couldn't believe how hot he used to be. He reached between Emily's legs and felt the feeling of his old cock beneath her jeans. "How about before we meet them, we show each other around our bodies."

"You have no idea how much I've been wanting to do that," Emily said grabbing James by the ass and pulling him closer to her. "First stop: your old bedroom."

Gratitude

Well this story certainly got away from me. I have a friend who's transitioning right now, and with this fetish being so close to their transition I wanted to explore their mentality through this blog, the story got a lot more serious than I expected but I hope ya'll still enjoy it!

"Thank you so much for your body Emily, I have never felt happier in my life. I promise I'll treat it with the respect and care if deserves," the Snapchat video cut off and began echoing the message back at him. James typed out "thank you" with a bunch of heart emoji to his snap and sent it to Emily. He smiled and gave his new breasts a nice squeeze and smiled.

James never felt comfortable in his own skin. At first he thought it was because he was overweight, but then he lost that weight, and he still wasn't happy. So then he gained muscle, he was sculpture of his own physique, he felt better but still something was missing. So then he went out and got serious with women. He got plenty of women, had a few long term relationships, and yet still he realized he didn't feel right. It was after a long road trip across the states that ended at Burning Man with a whole bunch of shrooms that he finally realized what was wrong, he was trans and he wasn't fine with being a male.

At Burning Man he met Emily, a girl about ten years younger than him, she was a beautiful on every sort of way, so beautiful that no only was James attracted to her but he was actually envious of her. They drank together, tripped together, and fucked together. And afterwards they kept in contact.

A few months later Emily came to visit James in Portland, after a long night of hitting up the town and drinking James couldn't keep it to himself anymore. He opened up to Emily and told her everything he had been struggling with. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the few blunts the smoked together, but told him she felt the same way. That just like him, she dressed all feminine not because she was proud of being a woman, but to run away from her thoughts of wanting to be a man. They vowed they would find a way to fix the problem. Emily later returned to Chicago and left James behind.

A few weeks later Emily called James up with some exciting news, she found a way better than surgery and hormone treatments, she could trade her body with James', however the spell wasn't reversible and they would be stuck as each other forever. James without hesitation took the offer. Emily told him she'll begin prepping for the ritual as quickly as possible and said it would be a surprise once it happened.

Three days later James was out for a run when he began to feel lightheaded. Everything around him went black, his legs felt weak. A sudden loss of gravity overwhelmed him, he couldn't tell if he was falling or standing. A flash of deep purple light overwhelmed his vision, accompanied by a low rumbling sound. Then suddenly he regained his senses, he was in a different room, surrounded by a circle of candles and incense. His chest felt heavier too, he looked down and saw a pair of perfectly round and perky breasts, he would recognize that pair anywhere. He let out a loud girlish sequel.

Before he allowed himself to explore Emily's body he dashed across the room and grabbed her phone off the charger. He pulled out Snapchat and sent her a quick message. He finally felt at home in his body, and he never felt happier.