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Great Shift: Most of the world's population permanently shifts into random bodies.
Exchange Island: A special vacation spot in which you spend the week in another visitor's body.
Swap Class: A controversial high school class many parents force their children to take; spend some time (usually 2 weeks) in a classmate's body of the opposite gender, and become a more "open-minded" person.
Long Distance Body Swapping: To save time, some companies have potential employees from far away swap bodies with one of their own (sometimes female) employees for an interview. Swap facilities book up quickly, so an overnight stay is often required.
The Fantasy Orgasm Swapping Event (FOSE): Thousands of people having an orgasm to a fantasy suddenly swap bodies with that person due to a strange cosmic radiation that passes through the Earth (MY IDEA! Feel free to use, of course).

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Monday, September 9, 2013

The Journal of Mark Evans - Complete (Story)



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Day 1:

My name is Mark Evans, and I’ve been trapped in the body of an 18-year-old girl for nearly 24 hours.

Two days ago, I was a normal 28-year-old guy. And now I’m having trouble typing this on my keyboard because these damn hands are so tiny. Let me explain how this all started:

As an unemployed software engineer, I was thrilled to be asked to interview for a great job only 20-minutes away from home in suburban New Jersey. And the timing couldn’t have been better. My girlfriend, Stacey (28), was ready to break up with me because I still lived at home with my mother and little sister, Alexis (21). The idea was that if I got the job, I’d be able to move out with Stacey … maybe even ask her to marry me.

It was urgent that the position be filled immediately, but the company, GordonCorp, required that I interview at their San Francisco headquarters instead of the Jersey office I’d be working at. In order to interview me the same day, I would have to use long distance body swapping technology to swap with one of their employees in San Francisco, and then interview in said employee’s body. Since I’d long distance body swapped for a few other job interviews, I thought nothing of it. It was the wave of the future … at least for large tech companies that could actually afford it.

If you’ve ever swapped before, you’d know that while you’re being hooked up to the device, there is a little monitor displaying a live video feed of the other side … the body you are about to swap with. So you’d imagine my surprise when I saw a TEENAGE GIRL sit in the chair on the other side! And she was gorgeous!

“There must be some mistake!” I told the lab tech adjusting that metal bowl thing they place over your head. “There’s a young girl on the other side! Are you sure this is the correct video feed?”

“No one told you?” The lab tech asked, nonchalantly. “Typical, they really need to improve communication at that San Francisco branch. Anyway, It’s perfectly safe to swap with someone of another gender. But if you’d really like I can always cancel the procedure.”

I had my doubts, but I went through with it anyway. It was only supposed to be for a few hours, tops. And no one in Jersey would ever find out I was in a chick’s body anyway … at least that’s what I thought.

Swapping is simple. You see a bright light, and you instantly wake up somewhere else. There’s no pain at all, only a slight grogginess for a few minutes.

“Welcome to California miss …I mean, sir,” another lab tech said. I was in a bit of a daze as they checked my vitals.

“Thank…” I couldn’t even finish my first word as a girl. It was SHOCKING how high-pitched and feminine I sounded. If any of my friends heard this I’d be so humiliated! “Th … thank you.”

The lab tech smiled. “I know it’s unusual to be swapped into the opposite gender, but you’re due back here at four, so it won’t be for long. Just remember, if you need to use the restroom, use the women’s room. Number one mistake people in your situation make.”

I faked a laugh, but again, I was shocked by my own girly giggle.

Being in another person’s body is always a little jarring. Sometimes you end up in some fat guy and you realize it’s literally harder to breathe. Sometimes you’re in a muscular dude you accidentally crush people’s hands when you shake them. But being put in a FEMALE body? It was the strangest experience of my life.

For one, I instantly felt more … awake. I suppose I had more energy being a teenager again. I was a decade younger now! But the biggest two things I noticed were my breasts, which felt a little heavy on my chest, and my crotch, which was clearly absent of a penis. I definitely felt a void down there … and still do.

I looked in the mirror in amazement, trying my best not to gasp in front of the lab techs. This girl’s skin was flawless! I was staring into here eyes as if they were my own, except mine were brown and these eyes were a magnificent green! This face looking back at me … it had light makeup and lipstick on it! And I was wearing A DRESS! And heels!

I couldn’t believe it. I was in the body of a teenage bombshell!

On the short walk from the swapping facility to the cab, I managed to trip. What do you expect, I’d never worn heels before! A man helped me up. I looked up at him and immediately felt tiny. I must have been only 5’ 4,” which is quite a downgrade from my former height of 6’ even. The man smiled as he walked away, and I noticed I blushed. I don’t even want to think about what these teenage female hormones are doing to me, so let’s just leave it at that.

The cab ride was only a few minutes, but it was the first time I was semi-alone in this body, so I just had to see what it felt like. I touched my face … my skin was so soft I couldn’t believe it! It was even softer than my girlfriend’s skin! Then I touched my breasts … just the top of the cleavage sticking out of my shirt. It sent shivers down my spine. When I touched my nipple, I actually let out a moan! That got the driver’s attention, so I decided to behave myself for the rest of the ride.

Then it was finally time for the interview. The recruiter, this guy Casey Adams, apologized for making me swap into a body of the opposite gender. Apparently, GordonCorp was in a frenzy trying to fix some bugs in their latest mobile app. The only employee they could spare to swap for a few hours was an intern, Danielle Brown. Danielle was only 18 and just graduated high school, but she had won a contest for young female programmers, and the prize was a paid internship at GordonCorp for the summer.

“Anyway, I’m really impressed that you agreed to swap with Danielle,” Casey said. “I think this shows that you really go above and beyond the call of duty, which is a quality we look for here at GordonCorp.”

“Well, it was a little hard to walk in the heels,” I joked, lifting up one of Danielle’s feet. “But I really don’t mind at all. I’m a hard worker, and all I’m looking for is the opportunity to prove that here at GordonCorp.”

I was offered the job on the spot, and quickly agreed to start work the next day back in New Jersey so I can help with their software bug “crisis.” The best part? My salary was $70,000! That may have been the last time I’ll ever be optimistic about my future.
I arrived at the long distance body swapping facility early. I was so excited, I couldn’t wipe the grin off of my face in the waiting room.

Then an hour passed.

“Mr. Evans?” the receptionist asked, looking around the almost-empty room blankly.

“That’s me,” I said in my feminine voice.

“Oh,” she said, clearly not expecting me, Mark Evans, to be in an 18-year-old girl’s body.

“There’s been a problem.”


--


The story was all over the news. Something like this had only happened once or twice before.

Danielle, in my body, decided to leave the swapping facility to meet a family member who lived nearby. Her cab was in an accident, and her and the driver were killed.

“I know she’s dead!” I screamed at the police officer on the phone in the waiting room, “but can my body be saved? Will I ever be able to be put back in my body?”

“I don’t think you understand,” the officer said with a sigh. “There’s no swapping into a dead body. You’re going to have to live with the body you’re in now.”


--


The Long Distance Body Swapping Corporation I used, probably trying to avoid a lawsuit, immediately flew me back home in their private jet. I was so shaken, I don’t think I said a word on the entire flight back.

When I arrived home, my mother hugged me, and my now taller (and biologically older) sister just stared at me in disbelief. I ran into my bedroom, slammed the door, and began sobbing. I would blame the hormones, but I think that I really needed to cry.

“I can’t believe that’s Mark” I heard Alexis say through the door. “He’s so girly!”

That’s when my mom called my shrink and she told me to keep this journal. And I have to admit, it did help a little. I suppose this is the only place I can be completely honest.



Day 2:

For a few minutes while I was waking up this morning, I had forgotten that I’m now an 18-year-old girl. But when I opened my eyes, I remembered. I was still wearing Danielle’s (very uncomfortable) dress. Her face … well, I guess MY face, was still wet with tears … I had literally cried myself to sleep last night.

I turned on the local news … I was all over it. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was a girl now. It was bad enough that my family knew … but now my girlfriend Stacey? And my friends? How can I possibly go on like this?

I checked my email. GordonCorp had sent me a very apologetic email for my situation. They told me they’d still love to hire me, and that I can start work as soon as I’d like. They’re even willing to pay me for my time adjusting to being a woman … if that’s even possible.

I also got a whole bunch of messages from friends and relatives on facebook. And 500 friend requests! Everyone wants to know about the 28-year-old trapped in the teenage girl’s body. I slammed the lid of my laptop and went to the bathroom, almost forgetting that now I had to pee sitting down.

On my way out of the bathroom, Mom met me in the hallway.

“Honey,” she said, trying her best to look her freak of a son in the eye. “We need to talk about this.”

I had no choice. I followed Mom down to the kitchen, where we sat down with Alexis, who seemed just as uncomfortable as me. We were only sitting down, but I was a little disturbed to see that my “little” sister was taller than me for the first time ever.

“No matter what anyone says,” Mom said, “you’re still Mark, and we still love you. We’re going to get through this, and we’re going to make sure that you have a happy, fulfilling life. I promise.”

“That’s bullshit,” I said. “Look at me! I’m a teenage girl! My friends will never treat me the same way again, I’m gonna have to deal with PERIODS and BRAS, and what about Stacey? What girl would be with … this?”

“A dyke?” Alexis said.

“Alexis!” Mom shouted.

“What? Maybe Stacey’s secretly bi?” Alexis said with a smirk.

“You be quiet Alexis!” Mom shouted. “Mark needs BOTH of us now.”

Mom put her hand on my tiny shoulder.

“We’re going to teach you how to be a girl. It’s not that bad,” she said. “It’s just … uh … different.”

“Can’t some guy who wishes he were a woman switch bodies with me permanently?” I said, starting to cry again. “There must be SOME way I can be a guy again.”

Now Alexis looked worried. She wasn’t used to seeing her big brother crying.

“Mark,” Mom said. “You know that’s illegal. Body swapping would never be allowed if it could be used to permanently change identities. And you know as well as I do that they never make exceptions.”

“I just … don’t know what to do,” I mumbled.

“You take a shower,” Mom said. “It will make you feel better. And Alexis will give you some clothes to wear. I’m sure you’re dying to get out of that dress.”

“OK,” I complied. “But I’m wearing sweats. No dresses or anything, Alexis.”

Mom nudged Alexis.

“Of course,” Alexis said. “I’ll see what I can find right now.”

I felt weird while I was undressing. It was generally accepted that while you swapped bodies with someone for an interview, you would respect their body. As I took off my shirt I couldn’t help but feel that I was somehow violating a dead teenager. As I stared at myself only wearing Danielle’s black bra and panties, I felt even worse that I found my new body so attractive! Danielle’s body was perfect, and it was being wasted on ME.

I undid my own bra, which wasn’t too hard at all, and slid down my panties. Danielle’s teenage tits were PERFECT. And her ass? To die for. For such a thin, small girl, it really surprised me how voluptuous Danielle’s body was.

I took a long shower. I noticed that as I rubbed soap over my breasts I was already becoming aroused. I need to keep that at bay … the last thing I need right now is to be overrun be raging teenage hormones of the female variety.

As far as dressing goes, after I got my panties on, Alexis awkwardly helped me put a bra on.

“At least you didn’t swap with a fat chick,” Alexis said. I wasn’t sure if she was taunting me or trying to cheer me up, so I just smiled.

I put on some sweatpants and one of my old t-shirts, which was now oversized on me, and spent the day watching TV by myself. I kept on staring down at my toes, which were painted purple, so I put on some socks so I wouldn’t have to look at them anymore.

I ignored all of my phone calls. I didn’t check my email or facebook for messages. I just sat there, trying to remove myself from the situation, which of course didn’t work.

“Son, Stacey is here,” Mom yelled up to me in my room. “Come on down.”

I couldn’t let her see me like this … I mean, she will have to eventually. But I wasn’t ready.

“Uh, tell her I’m not feeling well,” I said.

“Oh my God, is that him?” I heard Stacey say through the door, shocked at my new voice.

“Mark!”

“I’m really not feeling well!” I said. “I’ll see her later!”

“It’s OK,” I heard Stacey say. “I know it’s hard. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Who am I without my gender? I’m too afraid to find out.


Day 3 

I had kind of an embarrassing dream last night. I’m glad I have a journal, because I would never tell anyone about this in real life.

So my best friend, Chris (26), is my best friend. I’m probably closer to him than anyone else. I’ve known him since 2nd grade.

Anyway, Chris was a college swimmer … so needless to say, he has a great body. He’s also got this cool job in PR in the financial district in Manhattan, and a ridiculous apartment there, which is probably the most expensive place to live on the planet.

So I had this dream where I’m lying in this bed, naked. I’m in this new teenage girl body of mine, and someone is spooning me. It feels nice … I kiss the arm. But then, I feel something POKING my back. It’s … it’s a boner!

I turn around, and it’s Chris! And I’m in his swanky apartment IN BED WITH HIM! He’s smiling, all muscular and naked and stuff, looking at me lovingly in the eye. And I’m feeling so warm and complete. And then he just hugs me. He brings me in close, and I feel his penis, rubbing up against my … womanhood. And before I know it, he’s … INSIDE ME!

That’s when I wake up in a panic. Not because it was such a weird dream … but because I liked it.

Before I was in this body, I never had a gay thought in my life. Well, I suppose it’s not gay now that I’m a girl. But still, now I’m having sex dreams about my best friend? I don’t care if you’re a gender studies professor, you’d still have to admit that’s pretty weird.

I spent the rest of the day watching TV. I avoided anything having to do with sex.

GordonCorp left a message for me, asking them to call back when I’m feeling ready to go to work.


Day 5

Today was the first time I managed to put a bra on all by myself …. A skill I never imagined would be necessary in my life. My motivation? Alexis, who was helping me put on my bra every morning, kept on staring at my breasts, and it weirded me out. I think my own sister might find me attractive … gross!

After giving up on Game of Thrones, I decided to watch season 3 of Mad Men in it’s entirety in one day. Mom was obviously worried about me, so I guess that’s why she invited my girlfriend Stacey in without asking me for permission.

She entered my room, shocked. She couldn’t even look me in the eye. Her boyfriend was a girl now, and a decade younger than her!

“Mark,” she said. “I don’t believe it’s you!”

“I’ll leave you kids alone,” Mom said, closing the door. I WAS NOT ready for this.

I stood up, realizing Stacey was almost a foot taller than me now! It was so strange to look up at her like this.

“Please,” Stacey said. “Sit down.”

We sat on my bed, our knees touched. She held my hands … my girl hands. She looked deep in my eyes, and I could already feel myself watering up.

“It really is you in there,” Stacey said. “I’m … I’m so sorry this happened to you Mark.”

I blurted out, “Stacey, I don’t know how to do this…”

She put her finger on my lush teenage girl lips.

“Shhh,” Stacey said. “We don’t have to do anything. At least not yet. Mark, I know things haven’t been great in the last month or so, but still I love you. I really do. And even though you’re in another body … well, I have to try something.”

“Try … something?” I said, genuinely confused.

Suddenly, Stacey thrust her face against mine, and she kissed me. For a moment, I thought I was my old self again. I kissed back, and I know she liked it. It was a tiny triumph, and for a moment I thought I could pull this off!

We collapsed on my bed, and I pulled Stacey’s top off. I undid her bra in no time, and felt her breasts. I wasn’t as turned on as I should have been, but there was definitely something there! I grabbed Stacey’s ass. She was feeling me up too, which felt great. But then she did something. She pulled off MY top! Stacey started feeling MY breasts! And it felt so good that it freaked me out! I could actually feel myself … getting wet!

“Stop!” I yelled.

Stacey complied.

“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” I said. “It doesn’t feel right.”

Stacey covered up her breasts, looking ashamed.

“I didn’t mean to,” Stacey said. “It just sort of happened!”

“OK. Ok,” I said, gasping for air. “We’ll, uh, take it slow. All right? I just uh, don’t think I’m ready to feel my new bodies, uh, sexual side yet. You understand?”

Stacey showed me how to put on some makeup and lipstick, but she admitted my skin was so perfect I really didn’t even need it unless it was for a special occasion.

As Stacey left, Alexis walked past the hallway and looked at me in my makeup. Her surprised expression said everything … she knew I was already beginning to accept my new femininity.


Day 6

I don’t BELIEVE it took this long. Today, I masturbated for the first time as a girl.

As a guy, I couldn’t go a day without jerking it. As a girl, I was simply afraid. But I realized, the sex dream of Chris, my confusion during last night’s “incident” with Stacey … it could all be solved by just jerking it!

It started off as an accident. In the shower, I was holding the showerhead (washing long girl hair is a PAIN IN THE ASS, by the way). I accidentally dropped it, and the water shot back up, right into my … womanhood. It jolted my entire system.

So, when I was absolutely sure that Alexis and Mom were gone, I decided to try my favorite hobby on my new body. It was very weird at first … the lightest touch goes a long way. The sensitivity down there is unbelievable. As a man, I literally had no frame of reference of how good it felt down there. I immediately started getting wet. I smelled my own juices. I’m a moaner, apparently. I always thought women faked that, but I literally COULD NOT HELP IT. I screamed in pleasure, and nothing could stop me. I continued with the momentum, and the thought of Chris entered my mind. I pushed him out, and tried to think about Stacey. When that wasn’t enough, I fantasized about HER fingering me. I rubbed my hard nipples, pretending it was her. But it wasn’t enough … I wanted more. Chris came back into my mind. I imagined his penis inside of me just like in the dream. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, it felt so good and the fantasy was so powerful!

A female orgasm is … just wow. Without getting too graphic, it’s infinitely more powerful than a male orgasm. And also way longer. And also … you know how as a guy, after having sex you’re completely uninterested in sex for a while? It’s a sort of refractory period? Well boys, as a woman, you’re literally ready to go again IMMEDIATLEY after orgasm. I suddenly realized why women love getting eaten out before sex … because they orgasm once, then again during intercourse! If nothing else, today was extremely educational about the female body.

About 30 seconds after my first orgasm as a teenage girl, I started again for number two.


Day 7


I got a lot of missed calls from Chris today. I ignored them … the last thing I needed right now was to hang out with my best friend / two-time sexual fantasy.

Anyway, after nearly a week of sitting around the house in sweatpants and my old (now oversized) shirts, Mom finally had enough. And to be honest, I don’t blame her. Even I was getting sick of my moping around the house looking like this.

Mom basically forced me to go to the Mall with her to buy me some new clothes. I was so worried someone would recognize me from the news, but luckily, no one really seemed to care. I felt like someone was going to catch me, like somehow they would be able to sense that I wasn’t supposed to be in a girl’s body. But somehow I pulled it off. The world was actually accepting me as just another teenage girl. Hell, I could probably go to a high school dance and dance with a boy undetected, lol. Wait, what am I saying?

Anyway, first we went to Victoria’s Secret to buy some underwear that would fit me better. My breasts were too big for any of the bras Alexis owned, and my mom was sick of sharing her bigger bras with me.

“Mom, do we HAVE to shop at Victoria’s Secret?” I whined. “I’m still a guy in here, remember? Isn’t there a less … sexy underwear store we can go to?”

“Ooh, sorry honey,” Mom said. “It’s just that I have a discount here. Victoria’s Secret is one of my new clients at the advertising firm, so we might as well shop at the best!”

“But Mooom!” I yelled. “They’re all skimpy and … just not me.”

“I’m sorry Mark,” Mom said. “You’re just going to have to deal with it. Besides, no one will see your underwear … at least not yet.”

I didn’t know what to make of that last part. What was Mom implying, that I’d be showing off my underwear to guys? I pretended not to hear her.

It was very strange shopping at Victoria’s Secret. They measured my breasts and everything! Mom bought me a bunch of bras and panties, which only came in colors like black, pink, and purple. I couldn’t believe how much money she spent, even with her discount. Being a girl is even more expensive than I thought!

Next up was the Macy’s, where I bought a bunch of women’s jeans and tops. I was relieved to see that although everything was a little tight and revealing, they weren’t overly feminine colors. But no matter what I wore, when I looked in the mirror, I could not stand how CUTE I looked. I could be a model.

My mom brought over a nice pair of women’s sandals and a dress.

“Uh, what is that?” I hesitantly asked.

“Just one nice outfit, that’s all I ask!” Mom blurted out. “What if we have to go to a dinner or … a party?”

“Then I’ll go like this,” I said.

“I don’t think so,” Mom said. “Just do me this one favor, pleeeeease?”

“Mom, you’re asking me, your son, to wear a dress!” I yelled. “Isn’t my life humiliating enough being trapped in this body?”

“But you need something nicer,” Mom said. “You don’t have to wear it. Just keep it in your closet, just in case.”

We were already making a scene. I didn’t want to get recognized.

“Fine, I’ll try it on,” I responded. “But I’m not gonna like it.”

It was a simple sundress, the kind all the girls wore in the summer. I put it on in the changing room … and I had to admit, I looked EXTREMELY CUTE. I caught myself getting excited about it, which worried me a little. I never used to care about fashion!

The dress was light purple, with slightly puffy arms and a, uh, I wouldn’t quite call it a tutu, but it had something like that. I don’t really know anything about dresses at all. The second I put on my fashionable sandals, Mom burst into the dressing room.

“You’re stunning!” Mom said. “Just … so beautiful in that dress. I don’t believe it!”

“Yeah, and I don’t believe I’m wearing a dress!” I said.

“Oh, I just knew purple was your color,” mom said.

“Mom, this is embarrassing!” I said. “Can I just put this back so we go home?”

“Actually,” she said. “I already bought it. I just knew you would look beautiful in it!”

“What?” I said, feeling betrayed. “I’m not a real girl! I don’t want to wear dresses!”

“Oh come on,” Mom said. “You can wear it out of here, and by the time we arrive home you’ll thank me.”

It wasn’t worth arguing. Mom ALWAYS won arguments.

I had to wait for Mom to go to the bathroom. Sitting at a bench, I noticed some guy looking at me. He was a teenager! Probably no older than 17! And he was walking my way!

“I like your dress,” the kid said. “Really nice!”

“Uhhh, thanks,” I said uncomfortably. What the hell did this kid think he was pulling on me? I just looked down at the floor.

“So uh, what’s your name?” he asked. His friends were looking at us, cheering him on. “I’m Kevin.”

“Uhh,” I said, “I’m uh, I’m Betty.”

The only reason I called myself Betty was because Mad Men was still fresh in my mind! Why didn’t this kid sense how uncomfortable I was? Was this what it would be like being a sexy teenage girl; constantly being hit on by high school boys?”

Luckily, Mom finally exited the bathroom.

“Uh, my mom’s here, I gotta go,” I said.

“All right Betty,” the kid said. “I’ll see you around.”

“Stupid kid,” I muttered, hoping he’d hear me.

When we reached the parking lot, I noticed something. EVERY SINGLE GUY was staring at me. But it wasn’t like they recognized me from my 15 minutes of fame on the news a week ago. I knew that look they were giving me. They were staring at my BODY! I already knew they were just taking mental pictures of me so they could jerk off to me later, because that’s exactly what I used to do when I saw a girl as hot as me!

Oh how the tables have turned.

--

OK, so you’re not going to believe what happened next.

When we arrived home, I noticed there were like, a million cars parked down a side street by my house. I remember thinking, “oh, someone must be having a party.” But it never crossed my mind that Mom and Alexis would do THIS to me.

The whole night was completely traumatizing.

Mom opened the door, and someone suddenly turned on the lights.

“SURPRISE!!!!” a hoard of people shouted.

“Mom!” I screamed. I simply couldn’t believe she would do this to me.

All of my friends, and even some people I didn’t like, were sitting on MY couch. I saw all of my neighbors, some of my relatives, and even a few of my old teachers!

Then, Stacey stepped in front of me. Once again, I was looking UP at her! She gave a quick, awkward kiss.

“What is this for?” I asked.

“We miss you,” Stacey said.

“Yeah,” Chris said, approaching me. My heart began to race.

I looked over at Chris and my friends, who were literally gaping at me with their mouths open.

“The dress!” I said. “Mom, WHY on Earth did you make me wear this damn purple dress if you knew everyone was gonna be here? Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?”

“Sorry honey,” Mom said. “I just wanted you to look nice.”

“Mom, I’m wearing a girly dress and these stupid fancy sandals in front of EVERYONE!” I said. “They’re gonna think I’m … that I’m ...”

“A girl?” Mom said.

My friends came up to approach me, saving my mom from a huge public fight.

“Well,” Dan (28) said, “at least you’re hot!”

Dan, by the way, is the pervy “quagmire” of the group, except he barely ever gets laid. Dan is that guy with the dirty sense of humor you try your best to keep away from girls. Now that I was a girl, I was actually relieved that he was acting the same around me.

Chris nudged him. “Asshole.”

“Listen guys,” I said. “My mom practically forced me to wear this stupid dress thing. It was just supposed to be for formal events in case I …”

“It’s OK,” Chris said. “No need to explain. None of this is you’re fault, bro.”

“Yeah,” Dan said. “We’re not gonna hit on you or anything. We just wanna hang out like it used to be.”

“Yeah,” Chris said. “And besides, you’re a little young for us anyway.”

We all awkwardly laughed.

I made my rounds, greeting all sorts of people. I wish they didn’t see me like this … in this DRESS.

Mom served dinner and wine to all of the guests. It was incredibly uncomfortable for me, and I got the distinct impression my mom was more interested in showing off her “new daughter” than helping me reintegrate into society as a girl.

“Alexis,” I asked, entering a crowded kitchen. “Could you get me a beer from the fridge?”

“Uh,” Alexis said. “Is that allowed?”

“Excuse me?” I said.

“Aren’t you 18 now?” Alexis said. “Teenagers can’t drink.”

“Are you kidding me?” I screamed, making a scene. “I’ve been drinking for 7 years! I’m 28!”

“Yeah, but couldn’t it be dangerous now?” Alexis said, smirking.

Right before I was about to make a scene, Chris snuck me a cold one.

“Here you go bro,” Chris said. “Just take it easy. You’re so much smaller now, you’ll be shitfaced after like three beers.”

I didn’t listen to Chris. I drank 4 beers and a few mix drinks. I don’t remember anything beyond that.


Day 8:

My phone woke me up this morning. I felt incredibly hungover, and I was still wearing that stupid dress my mom made me wear. I picked up the phone without looking.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Mark,” Chris said. “It’s me.”

“Chris?” I asked. “What’s up?”

“It’s about last night,” Chris said.

I looked at the clock. It was already noon.

“Last night?” I asked. “Man, I don’t believe how drunk I got. I was just so uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” Chris said. “You were wasted. I should have had your sister or Mom take you to bed to tuck you in. It’s probably confusing being a teenage girl now, and it was wrong …”

“Chris?” I asked, horrified. “What are you talking about? What did we do?”

“You don’t remember?” Chris said, sounding very uncomfortable. “Well, uh. I tucked you in, and you were really drunk. And so was I. And you just sort of, well. You kissed me. And I sort of, like, kissed you back a little.”

“You WHAT?” I said, furious.

“I know, I know,” Chris said. “I’m not that kind of person. Especially with you. I mean, you’re my best friend, and it was fucked up of me to give in to you when you were that drunk.”

“I don’t know what to say,” I said, shocked.

“Don’t say a thing,” Chris said. “We’ll pretend it never happened. We’re just buds, right? And you happened to be a teenage girl now, so what?”

But I could tell by the tone of Chris’s voice that me being a teenage girl changes EVERYTHING.


Day 9
I had my first period today. It was the most humiliating thing to happen to me so far, because I needed Alexis to help me. I feel like now I’m REALLY a woman now. I cried a lot today and that’s all I want to say about it. 

I’m feeling really confused right now, so I decided to book a last-minute flight to California. Danielle’s family was kind enough to send me her license so that I actually have some ID that fits my face, not to mention gender. I suppose I’ll have to go to the DMV eventually to straighten all of this out.

Anyway, I’m going to visit Danielle’s family and friends, and try t find out more about her. Maybe learning about who Danielle was will help me realize who I am now.


Day 10

I spent all day today traveling to California and checking into my hotel. It was strangely liberating, actually. At home, a lot of people who I am. They look at me like some sort of victim … you know, that poor guy now stuck in a teenage girl’s body.

But on the plane, and checking into that hotel, everyone just thought I was another teenage girl. I could relax … be myself. At home, I’m always working towards looking manly. But way out here, if I look too girly walking or crossing my legs, whatever, it doesn’t matter. I feel like I’m allowed to be a girl here.

Only the hotel manager recognized me as the man trapped in Danielle’s body, and that was probably because I was in her home town and he actually asked to see my ID. He was the only person I’d met all day who called me Mark instead of “Danielle,” or “Miss.”

I went to the hotel bar for a beer, but the bartender said I was too young. That was probably a good thing, as there were a few creepy guys in that place with their eyes glued to my body. So, like most nights lately, I masturbated to cute guys and went to sleep.


Day 11

So today I made my pilgrimage to Danielle’s home. I put on the sundress and sandals Mom bought for me, and I finally worked up the nerve to call a cab.

I met her parents and her brother, who cried at the sight of me. I could FEEL the biological bond between us. We hugged a lot, and talked about who Danielle was, and what she meant to everyone who knew her.

Danielle was so much more complicated than I expected. She wasn’t just some attractive bimbo. Although she had the body for it, she was a hard-working, compassionate person. She volunteered all the time, and she learned everything she could about computer programming in her short time as an intern at GordonCorp. She was a loving girlfriend to the football team’s quarterback, and never once cheated on him. Everyone loved her, even the nerds. She was, of course, named prom queen only months ago.

I told Danielle’s family that I would honor her life as I continued my own life with her body. I told them I’d try to be more like her, because although she was a decade younger than me, I still thought I could learn a lot from her life. We cried, we hugged, and I went a nearby park to sit on a bench overlooking a pond.

That’s when Danielle’s boyfriend, Brad (18) showed up. He had heard I was in town, and had been searching for me since last night. I invited him to take a seat next to me on the bench.

“This is hard,” Brad said, looking deep into my eyes. He was sitting so close to me that our knees touched, but I allowed it. The poor guy looked so upset. “I don’t believe it’s not Danielle in there.”

“You really miss her, don’t you?” I asked. “You seem like such a sweet guy. Believe me, you’re going to meet lots of beautiful, loving women. It just takes time.”

Brad started crying a little. I had to do something, so I hugged him. He squeezed back, tight.

“I just miss her so much,” Brad said, continuing our embrace.

Suddenly, Brad pulled away, brought his face right up to mine, and kissed me! But the worst part was, I got caught up in the moment! I kissed this teenage boy back! I put my hand on his firm chest, and he combed his fingers through my hair, and touched my cheek.

I pushed him away.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I said. “I’m not Danielle. I’m just a guy in her body. A very confused guy. And I … I shouldn’t have kissed you back.”

“I know,” Brad said, crying even harder now. “I just … I don’t know what to do!”

I put my hand on Brad’s shoulder.

“Brad, Danielle loved you,” I said. “From what I’ve been told, Danielle was a great girl, which means you must be a great kid too. I know it seems impossible, but you’ll move on eventually. You’ll find new love, and you’ll never forget Danielle.”

Brad drove me back to my hotel. He opened my door like a real gentleman, and wished me luck in my new life as a girl. We tenderly hugged one last time, and I kissed him on the cheek before going up to my room.


Day 15

I don’t believe I’ve been a teenage girl for over two weeks. I did a little “sexuality check” this morning by going into the women’s locker room at the gym. After a long run to clear my head, I took a shower, naked, right next to a bunch of other naked, sexy women! I got a little turned on by these other women, but not nearly as much as when Brad kissed me the other day.

That’s when Stacey walked into the showers, also naked.

“Mark?” She said, blatantly staring at my naked, teenage girl body.

“Stacey!” I said, covering up as best I could.

Some of the women in the shower stared at me, realizing I was actually a GUY in this body! They covered up, or quickly turned off their showers and wrapped themselves in towels.

“It’s so weird seeing you in here,” she said. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you for days.”

“Actually I just got back from California,” I said. “I felt like I needed to visit Danielle’s family.”

“Oh,” Stacey said. “Did visiting her home help?”

“It did actually,” I said. “I learned a lot about myself … or herself, or whatever.”

“Mark,” Stacey said, sadly. “You’re not attracted to me anymore, are you.”

“What?” I said. “Of course I am, I love you!”

“Please don’t lie to me,” she said, staring at her feet.

“I … I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t think I like girls that much anymore. I’m having a hard time admitting this to myself, but … I think I like guys now.”

“That makes sense,” Stacey said. I saw a single tear move down her cheek.

I quickly wrapped a towel around myself, still finding it unusual to wrap it around me like a girl. I hugged Stacey, squeezing her tight. 

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “You deserved better than this.”

“It’s not your fault,” Stacey said. “It’s better this way. No one should have to pretend they’re something that they’re not.”

I started crying too. I can’t STAND how easily I cry now that I’m a girl.

“You’re going to find a great guy someday,” I said. “I mean, a real guy. I’m beginning to think I’m more of a girl at this point. But for you, it’s all going to work out.”

So that’s how Stacey and I broke up. We promised we’d still be friends, but honestly, I think it’s going to be a while before I can handle seeing Stacey again. I mean, what if she wants to go hit on guys together? Or if she sees ME kissing a boy? It’s all too weird … at least for now.


Day 16

Chris and Dan showed up at my house one day. No warning … like usual. They burst into my room, like usual … but I was in my underwear!

“Ooh, sorry dude!” Chris said.

“I’m not,” Dan said, chuckling. I threw a pillow at him and laughed it off.

“Dan,” I said. “If I just SHOW you my boobs, do you promise you’ll stop staring at them and being all weird about it. I know you too well man, and I know you won’t be able to calm down about me being a girl until you take a look.”

“Mark,” Chris interrupted. “Are you sure that’s a good id….”

Chris stopped talking and froze as I undid my bra and let Chris and Dan stare at my “twins” in all of their glory. It was hilarious! They’re jaws practically hit the floor like in a cartoon.

“Hey,” I said. “It’s still me in here. If one of you guys somehow got turned into a girl … a hot teenage girl, might I add … I’m sure you guys would do the same thing.”

The truth was, I got a rush out of it. I could feel their eyes feasting on my breasts. Somehow it made me feel good about myself.

“So do we get to touch them?” Dan asked, half-serious.

I put my bra back on.

“Not in a billion years,” I said.

“I don’t blame you,” Dan said. “Can you imagine how weird that would be?”

I noticed Chris just sort of looked down at the ground, almost blushing. Did this mean he WOULDN’T find it weird to fool around with me?

“Well look dude,” Chris said while I put on some jeans and a top. “I’m going back to the city tomorrow night because I have work on Monday. So I thought the three of us could go to the Pub, like old times.”

“I would,” I said, “but I can’t seem to get anyone to serve me drinks anymore. I look too young. I mean, I am too young … sort of.”

“That’s OK,” Dan said. “Drinks are on richie rich here.”

“Yeah, because I’m the only non-deadbeat here,” Chris said.

“All right,” I said. “But I’m only having 2 beers. My little teenage girl body can’t handle much more, as I learned last time.”

The bar was fun … at first. It was just like old times, except of course, that I was a girl now. We had some good beer, played some darts, and just talked about old high school stories. I actually felt like myself for a while … that is, until Chris and Dan went to the bathroom.

There I was, sitting at my table. There was always a long line for the bathroom at the pub, so I would have to sit in a bar alone … AS A GIRL!

Not 30 seconds after Dan and Chris left, some big meathead wearing a stupid tank top walks up to my table.

“Hey there,” he said, putting his much-bigger hand on top of mine. “Can I order you another drink? I know the bartender, I get them for free.”

“Flattering,” I said. “I’ll pass.”

But the guy was persistent.

“What’s the matter?” meathead asked. “I’m offering you a free drink!”

“But I don’t want another drink,” I said, slipping my hand out from under his.

“OK sweet cheeks,” he said. “I get the picture, I bet your boyfriends here somewhere. Always these girls with the boyfriends … why do you broads even come to bars?”

“I’m not …” I couldn’t get my words together I was so furious. “I don’t have …”

“What?” meathead asked. “Your boyfriend isn’t here? So what’s the problem?”

Suddenly, Chris sat down next to me. He put his big, muscular arm around my tiny body, grabbing me tight.

“Boyfriend here,” Chris said.

The meathead just stared at Chris, furious.

“You can go now,” Chris said, waving him off.

It worked. The meathead left. And more importantly, Chris had his arm around me, and it felt SO GOOD! I felt all tingly inside, and I wished he would never bring his big, strong arm off of me. Real physical contact is always SO much better than you imagine it to be in dreams or when you’re jerking off. That’s true if you’re a guy, and it’s true if you’re a girl. That always took me by surprise.

The rest of the night went on, and I made sure either Dan or Chris stayed with me. But I couldn’t shake that feeling Chris gave me when he pretended to be my boyfriend. Did I … want that to be real?


Day 17

I couldn’t stop thinking about Chris last night. In fact, he was all I thought about. So I did something completely crazy.

I put on my sundress and my sandals. I did my makeup and lipstick, and even brushed my hair. Chris had already left for the city, so I drove to the train station and caught the next train to Manhattan.

2 hours later, I was at Chris’s door.

“Mark?” Chris said. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to know something,” I said. “Actually a few things.”

“Come on in,” Chris said, dumbfounded.

We sat down on his bed, since he didn’t even have a couch or any other chairs.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.

“You know I don’t,” Chris said.

“Do you … do you find me attractive?” I asked.

“What?” Chris said, blushing. “I mean … that’s one thing. But we aren’t like …”

I knew he wanted to say yes. My heart was racing. I couldn’t stand it for one moment longer. I straddled Chris, pulled his face in, and passionately kissed him.

“Mark!” Chris said. “Are you … sure about this?”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I said.

While we were making out in our underwear, Chris’s rock hard cock kept pushing against my panties. It was making me wet … real wet.

“We can do it you know,” I said. “I want to know what it feels like.”

“Really?” Chris asked.

“But be gentle with me,” I said. “I don’t think this girl was a virgin, but I am! I mean, as a girl … I’m a girl virgin!”

We stripped down completely. I stared at Chris’s cock … it was huge! How could that thing fit in me!

“Can I just, hold it first?” I asked. “I know that’s weird.”

“No, go ahead,” Chris said.

I wrapped my fingers around Chris’s cock. It was so smooth and hard and big! And it got even harder when I touched it.

“OK,” I said. “But slip it in slowly.”

I spread my legs apart, and Chris slid his penis into my vagina and I gasped!

“Are you all right?” Chris asked.

“Yeah” I said, my voice trembling. “Never been … ooh, better.”

I moaned so loudly it even surprised me! Every thrust lit up my entire nervous system. I was in heaven. It was so wonderful and powerful! I wrapped my arms around Chris, clenching his body closer to mine. More thrusting, only getting better and better! I could feel my crotch vibrating with pleasure.

“I’m close!” I said. “so close. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

I could tell Chris was trying his best to hold it in, but he was about to splooge inside me at any second!

“Should I take it out?” Chris managed to say.

“No!” I yelled. “Oh God! I want it inside me! Oh God!”

Chris came inside me at just the right moment. My orgasm was the most beautiful single moment of my life, and I wanted it to last forever. This was a moment I wanted to live inside forever.

I knew right then and there that I was a real girl now. I wanted to wear dresses and makeup. I wanted to be pretty and have sex with guys. I wanted Chris to be my boyfriend. I wanted it all.


Day 30

I’ve been staying over at Chris’s house almost every night. Dan knows, Alexis knows, Mom knows … everybody knows. And I don’t care because I love him too much and I love being a girl.

It’s funny, I’ve only been a girl for a month now, but it already feels like I should have been this way for my entire life. I guess I never would have met Chris if I were born a girl though, so maybe I was destiny.

A week ago, the Government called. They decided to make an exception for my case. That is, if I chose to, I could swap bodies with another man. That way, some man who wants to be a woman could swap with Danielle’s body and I could be a guy again.

I thought about it for maybe one second.

“No thanks,” I said. “This is who I am now. I’m a girl and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I was just so happy.

Day …. Who’s counting? 

I found this old thing on a flash drive I keep in an old shoe box full of stuff from my old life as a male. It was so emotional reading this thing that I decided to add onto it, to update on my life as a woman so many years later.

It turns out that my first time having sex as a girl … that magical night with Chris, impregnated me. Now normally, a teenage girl having kids is a terrible idea. But you have to keep in mind, I was actually 27. So Chris and I decided to keep the baby.

I never worked at GordonCorp. Chris made so much money, get this; I got to be a stay-at-home mom! Or a trophy wife, or whatever you’d like to call it. Being pregnant is a magical time, childbirth is more painful than you males can imagine, and meeting your baby girl for the first time and mothering her and breastfeeding and teaching her to walk and talk is unlike anything I could have imagined.

I took Danielle’s name because it was too confusing telling everyone my name is Mark, even though I’m a girl. Danielle’s family was proud that her daughter’s name continues to live on, and they even check in on me and my family every once in a while. Because I introduce myself to new people as Danielle, most of my new friends think I’ve always been a girl. I don’t even bother telling them about how I used to be a guy.

I became great friends with Stacey, and even formed a truce with Alexis. I had the honor of being a maid of honor at both of their weddings recently, and I couldn’t be happier for both of them!

When we realized I was pregnant, Chris and I got married (Chris’s parents are a bit conservative, it took some work to get them to accept me as a real woman). I never imagined I’d wear a white dress to my wedding, but I looked stunning. It really was the happiest day of my life.

Our Daughter, Sophie, is 4 years old already. What I love about being a young mom is that I have enough energy to keep up with my little princess, and I’m always the “cool mom” in playgroup. We have so much fun together!

Even though I gave birth, I still managed to keep my form. Chris keeps on trying to convince me I should be a bikini model. He knows some guy who can hook me up with a few gigs, and I’m thinking I might actually do it. It would feel good to actually contribute towards our family financially. Although, it would mostly just be for fun. My life is actually extremely fulfilling cooking, cleaning, and taking care of Sophie. It’s especially fulfilling to take care of my husband at night! Have I mentioned our sex life is out of this world?

Sophie doesn’t know I used to be a man. She just thinks of me as mommy, and because I’m so feminine, she would probably just laugh if I told her I wasn’t born with this body … that it used to belong to a man. Someday I’ll tell her, and I think that it will make her a more progressive, open-minded person.

It was a tragedy that Danielle died in my body on that sad day. But from that tragedy, something wonderful happened. I believe I was always meant to be a woman, wife, sister, daughter, and mother. I couldn’t have been any of those things if it weren’t for Danielle. And I like to think that she’s smiling down on my family as we live our lives in her honor.


The End





4 comments:

  1. Really fantastic! Can you do more stories?

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    1. Thanks! I'm thinking about doing a Great Shift or Swap Class story. They're fun, but they take a long time to write, so don't expect anything too soon.

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  2. amazing story so far. just finished day 6 and i'm HOOKED!!!! will continue reading manana! LOVE IT! well done!

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  3. AAAAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -wait for it- ZING!

    Fucking incredible. Man, you should do more of this... it's really great.

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