Petra was like a firecracker, a blazing explosion that set my world on fire.
Smart and cute and sexy and beautiful. With her pink hair and her lithe physique Petra was able to turn heads in every room she walked into. She had been my friend for years, and while I could see why men were interested in her I had never taken that leap. She’d always made it clear that we were just friends.
She needed my help.
How could I say no to her after she had been my wing-woman for all of these years? How could I turn her down even if what she was asking was so far outside of the realm of what I ever thought possible. Because I knew she was working with crazy science, but I never figured anything like this could happen in real life.
I can’t believe I’m doing this!
I can’t believe we’ve switched bodies. I can’t believe I’m seeing the world through her eyes now and feeling what she has felt all of these years. Everything exposed to me. All of her secrets laid out for me to know.
I feel what she feels now.
I want what she wants.
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I saw us reflected in the glass, his body next to mine. I was so slight and him so big and built. I couldn’t believe that I was going to do this.
But I couldn’t turn back now. I had to know what it felt like. I had to understand the feeling of him on me and inside of me.
Not just to satisfy my curiosity and not just for the experiment I was using as an excuse for all of this. No this was about pure physical need and desire, a craving for his body and the fulfillment of the needs of my own. I wanted him, all by myself.
The moment we were past the doors of the building I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him through the lobby. I pulled him behind me in my wake, feeling his gaze on me and registering it without even having to look back.
Just like in the club I could sense him, his eyes raking up and down my body and consuming me: his lover.
I pulled him through the door into my apartment and stopped him short as soon as the front door slammed shut behind us. With my fingers on his chest, I pressed him back until he was pushed against the door.
Now it was my turn to look.
He wasn’t big like I used to be, didn’t have the same oppressive size to him. He was lean and hungry looking instead, with a sharp chin and features that were hooded and hidden.
But that didn’t mean he was any less strong. There was a lean wiry strength to him, and even beneath his neat suit I could sense him tense like a spring, like a wildcat or a wolf ready to pounce.
And that same intensity was present in all of his features, his mouth cut like a hard line and his high and proud cheekbones. He was waiting for me to make the first move, to make the movement forward and take this to the next level.
I had him right where I wanted.
I was in charge.
So my free hand snaked into his belt and tugged at it, opening it and grasping his zipper to draw it down. I came achingly close to him, slipping my fingers inside of his pants to cup and grasp his bulge over his boxers.
He felt big, thick and hot in my hand and my fingers trembled with excitement. My whole body trembled with excitement as I pushed away any thoughts or preconceived notions about who I used to be and focused on being who I was right now.
On my knees with my fingers pulling his pants and boxers down, letting my hand reach out to grasp and hold his cock, letting my body feel the warmth and weight of it as I ducked forward and came eye to eye with his cock at last.