About A Girl

I could lie. I could say I did it all for her. But the truth is I did it for me.

I am a titan of industry, the kind of man who always gets what he wants. Be it money or women or power I have it at my fingertips. No one turns me down.

To go from so high up to down so low is an absolute shock. To be in my powerful and muscular body one minute and then in this pretty little thing the next is almost enough to make my mind break. But I’ll make it through, I swear I will.

When Juliette Quinn said ‘no’ to me I didn’t know how to handle it. No woman had ever turned me down before. I was determined to rectify that.

All I had to do was find out what she wanted and then give it to her but I couldn’t get close. And then my friend proposed a solution by unusual means. A company we owned had been experimenting with new technology that could give me the edge to get her to confess who I have to be in order to get her in my bed.

Sweet and soft and innocent. Pretty and petite and blonde. Younger than I’ve been in decades and every bit the best friend Juliette needs in this world. The perfect candidate to be her brand new roommate.

As Emmy I’ll get close to her. I’ll get her to open up and find out what she’s looking for. And then, once I have that in hand, I’ll use it to my advantage.

But I made a mistake. I never accounted for what life as Emmy could be like. I never realized the desires, the pleasures, and the appetites that a woman could have.

For women. For men. For everything and everyone.

Juliette will be my guide in this new body and I just need to hold on for dear life. Because every moment I spend as Emmy is making me see things in a whole new light.

And every step I take closer to Juliette makes me less sure I can resist.

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All I had to do was trust.

She stepped in closer and her hands found my hips and the grin on her lips was delight at my indulgence. Moving in closer still our bodies bumped together and for a moment, for a flash, it was like there was nothing separating us.

Skin against skin. Body against body. A sighing need within me that was just coming out and just showing how powerful it truly was and god it felt like it was almost too much for me to hold onto. A bucking bronco of desire desperate to throw me off and trample me beneath its hooves.

But then Juliette was running her hands up my sides and then she was on my neck, dipping in to press her forehead against mine. Then she was spinning around and grinding her ass against me, dropping down to bounce back up and make me feel it in full.

Spinning back and coming close, so close our connection almost became undeniable and oh god I didn’t know if I wanted her or if I just wanted her to make me cum, but I whined and then shivered, barely able to hold on any longer.


Desperate. I was so desperate. I would do anything.

When the men, the ones she’d picked out, moved around us and took up their places behind us I tensed but then I remembered to do as she did and I noticed that she moved back on her man, putting regrettable distance between us.

But I did. I followed her nearly exactly. I let him put his hands on my hips and guide the movement of them. I let my hands reach up and over and traced my fingers along his cheeks. I let him slip his arms around to my belly and slowly slide up my body, making the ever-present fire within me grow and grow by the moment.

Spinning when she spun and wrapping my arms around his neck and he was so tall, so strong. He was so much bigger than me in every single way and the solidity of his masculinity just reinforced in me the truth of what I was right now.

I was a woman. I was a woman and I knew what women wanted.

I let the dance take over me like an ancient mating ritual. The four of us tangled together as the music drifted from one song to another and when it was slow we were slow and when it was fast, we were fast. We were all over each other. Masculine and feminine and hard and soft and by the time Juliette pulled me forward and shouted to the boys I was ready for more.

“We need a drink,” she told them, “And a quiet place to talk.”

The night was young. The talk was cheap. The ride home was fast, the taxi racing down streets as my heart pounded in my chest and I asked myself the same question over and over and over again.

Was I really going to do this?

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