I saw her nearly every day and I was in love with her. I watched her from a distance because I knew a woman like that would never be with a man like me. But then the dream happened and everything changed.
Waking up I knew something was wrong, I’d never felt this good in my life. A glance in the mirror showed me what the difference was. It showed me who I had become.
I’m staring at my reflection but I’m seeing her. I can’t help but look, she is so beautiful.
And it feels amazing to be in her body. Freeing in a way I couldn’t imagine. There are so many things I want to do, so many things I want to feel.
And when I go outside to explore my new reality I find myself stumbling into my old body. I feel a pull towards it and one look in his eyes tells me he feels it too.
Because those are my eyes, but not my mind behind it. Because while I became her, she became me.
And she has a secret to confess.
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I reached out to comfort him and my hand closed over his and we were both silent immediately, because I think we both realized at the same time that this was the first time we’d ever actually touched.
I was staring at our hands and so was he. We looked up towards each other and our eyes met and it was just connection, instantaneous connection.
“You know,” I said, “You know I was a little curious about it. I mean I don’t know what it feels like.”
“It’s amazing,” he said in reply, “I mean speaking as the only person in the room who has cum as a man and as a woman, both are fantastic. But cumming as a woman is completely different. It’s so… indescribable.”
I moved towards him and he moved towards me. We were mirror reflections of each other.
“I guess I have the opportunity,” I said, “I guess maybe before anything happens and we wind up back in our own bodies, I guess maybe it’s worth it to take a shot.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly, “And while we’re at it it’s… you know it would be a missed opportunity to just let this moment pass by. By yourself is one thing, but with a partner is something completely different.”
“It is,” I agreed, moving closer to him and placing my hand on his leg, “It’s always different. It’s almost always better.”
“And who better to show each other the ropes,” he said, “I mean you know this body, I know that one. We could… make it…”
I pushed forward and broke the barrier between us with my lips.
It was a revelation, feeling him pressing against me. I felt him come to life and felt myself surge with energy and desire in return. I needed this, I didn’t know until I had it how much I needed this.
How much I needed to feel like this.
Not to say that things were simple.
The second my lips touched his and I felt his beard scratching against me it took me out of the moment. I didn’t know if it was the kiss or the feel of his hard body beneath my hands that sent my head into a spin.
But there was something I couldn’t hold onto, a part of myself that was slipping through my fingers every time I tried to grasp it.
It was the part of me that said that this was wrong. The part of me that told me things shouldn’t work out this way.
I’d never been attracted to a man before, and I didn’t know if I was right now. I knew that I wanted him and that the feel of his hands as he pulled me over onto him sent thrills of excitement through my body.
I know that I moaned as he ran his hands down my back and squeezed my ass, as he pulled me into him.
And when I felt his bulge grinding against me I know that each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. I know that I could barely stand it, that it left me gasping and opened up my lips for him to tease inside.
So maybe in the here and now, it was enough to just exist in this moment.