NARRATIVE OF CALEB McBRIDE
I do not know how it happened, or why - but I do know that it DID happen. The incident began on a chill, dark night in October. The wind rushed restlessly though the trees as I attempted to sleep. As I began to drift into dreaming I felt a warm haze decent upon me. At that moment I could swear I heard a voice speaking to me through the rush of the leaves outside my window. I can no longer remember what it said, or if I could even understand it's words. Nevertheless, I felt sure that some presence was communicating to me through the voice of the wind. After that I fell totally into unconsciousness and knew no more.
All night I had feverish dreams. Dreams of devilish laughter accompanied by a feeling of falling and flying. I felt lost and disembodied, and I feel sure that I must have called out in my sleep. I felt as though I was thrashing in my bed, turning endlessly convulsing horribly. As I glided through this troubling darkness I beheld a figure tumbling toward me. As it passed I saw the startled and terrified face of my own sister, falling past my in the darkness. I tried to reach out to her but it was too late and she was gone. Then I started to feel myself getting nearer to the waking world, and some of my fear subsided as I felt myself becoming more attached to my body. Or at least that was what I assumed.
Sunlight drifting through gauze curtains. A warm quilt wrapped around me. Soft pillows and a deep mattress beneath me. I felt warm and comforted as I laid face down in bed. I went to move my hand up under my head but I encountered something in my way. Something soft and fleshy blocked my past, something that was undeniably part of my own body, something that felt like a woman's breast. Furrowing my brow my mind sharpened, as I became fully awake. I ran my hands over my face and chest, down my stomach and along my legs, verifying what I had thought to be a bizarre conclusion. I had become a woman!
The whole situation was so incredible that I actually stayed rather calm, assuming that this must be another delusional dream. I looked around me, feeling like the room I was in, though it was defiantly not mine, seemed rather familiar. That's when I noticed that I wasn't alone in my bed. There was someone sleeping next to me, a man sleeping next to me. This sight did not raise my spirits in the least. I craned my head to look at his face. He too seemed familiar, and then I remembered who he was. It was Robert, my sister's current boyfriend. I had seen him at a few family gathering's lately. Then this recognition made me realize exactly what had happed.
The room, the guy sharing it, the strange familiarity - I had become my sister. I remembered my vision of her falling past me as I dreamt. I realized that she was probably waking up in my room right about now and wondering the same things I was. I had to get in touch with her somehow, but how would I explain it to this guy next to me? He would most likely think I was insane. Before I came to a conclusion I saw him stir and start to wake up. This was the first time I started to really worry, as this man I barely knew turned to me as I sat next to him in bed and smiled.
"'Morning, babe." He said.
"Babe"?
"Come here."
As I opened my mouth to speak he reached up and pulled my face towards his. Before I could do anything I found him kissing me, and as an instinct I kissed back. I wanted to protest, push him back, try and explain who I was, but I was so lost and confused my mind drew a blank. We kissed for a minute or two before he broke away from me, I was about to regain my control when I realized that he had further plans. Next thing I knew I was pulled on top of him, straddling his waist. Normally I would have known exactly where this was going, but as I said the whole thing was dazing me and I didn't seem to comprehend. He reached up and started cupping my rather large breasts. This was the first time I really noticed that we were both totally naked.
He fondled my tits and pinched my nipples. Being in this situation only made it more awkward to try and tell him what had happened. At this point "Wait, I'm actually a man!" didn't seem like a good thing to try and say. I tried to say it nonetheless, but I was so overwhelmed that my mouth just hung open and no sound came out. I had to admit that it also felt really good when he played with my nipples like that. His hands slid down to fondle my ample backside, digging his nails into my skin slightly as he gripped my ass.
He pulled me foreword, causing my body to raise up, and I looked down to see two startling things: First of all I could see without a doubt that I had a vagina, and one with shaved lips and a neat patch of hair above it. Secondly this was when I actually noticed something about my bedmate - his penis. There it was, hard and ready, a dark mass of hair around its base. It must have been at least seven inches long, and it finally dawned on me that it was directly under me now. Seeing this caused a strange reaction in my body. I felt a hot, dripping moisture build up between my legs. I don't know how to explain it, it was like an internal erection, wet and electric, and it caused me to feel very excited.
Robert released his grip somewhat and I felt myself lowering down again. I didn't fight it; my mind was too boggled. I came down on him slowly. I felt the tip of his spongy cock press against my wet flesh. Then there was a popping sensation as the head suddenly went inside me. I then felt like I was being filled and stretched. Hot flesh slid against a wet tunnel as the entire length of his member penetrated me in one slow stroke. When we were pelvis-to-pelvis I paused and sighed deeply. What was I doing? This was wrong on all sorts of levels but, damn it, it felt terrific. Then there was a moment of horror "Why is this happening to me?!" I thought, "I wish I had never woken up at all."
As the glow of initial penetrated settled over me, I felt Rob grip my ass again and push slightly. I took the hint and started to rock back and forth on his dick, moving it around inside me. The base of his shaft rubbed against what I assumed what my clit and made me gasp as the pleasure it brought me. Possessed by a desire for more, I started moving back and forth with greater and greater speed and force. Each time I went back I felt his rod move out a few inches, only to ram deep inside of me as I shoved forward again. Rob alternated between grabbing my ass tightly and massaging my breasts and nipples as he moved to meet my thrusts, making him go deeper inside.
For a moment I actually managed to think. "This isn't so bad, I could get used to this, It could be worse. In fact, I want to try this again." I thought.
My breath came in short gasps between soft whimpers. Sweat ran down my forehead as I leaned foreword and pressed me tits into Rob's chest, biting his shoulder. Then I felt my body start to convulse. It started in my genitals, but then vibrated and exploded all over my body, shooting to every cell in my being. I realized that I was having a female orgasm. I moaned and whimpered louder as my body shook and bucked on top of my lover. I heard a lustful woman cry out "Oh yes! Don't stop! Don't stop!" And I realized that it was I saying these things. I cried out one final time as wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure rippled through my body and left me totally brainless.
When the orgasm finally started to subside I leaned al the way back, clutching my own breasts as I did so. I felt his cock go as deep as it had ever gone into me, and it was even harder then before. I felt it his what must have been the entrance to my uterus and I heard him moan deeply. I felt a gush of hot liquid explode inside my body as he came, pulling me down harshly as he trust upwards one last time. I felt him empty load after load of cum into me as he shuddered and bit his lip. When he was finished cumming I felt some of his sticky seed leak out of my slit and run down my leg as I collapsed on top of him.
It took about five minutes for me to realize exactly what had happened. At first I felt that I must have still been dreaming, that there was no way this actually happened. Then the afterglow of the orgasm faded. I suddenly felt very guilty and wrong. I felt his cum still oozing from my nether region and was hit with a moment of nausea. I could never tell Robert who I was now, not after what I just let him do to me. Not after what I just did myself. "I could get used to this" The thought came back to me. I realized, quite disturbed, that I had momentarily accepted what had happened to me, that for a few minutes I didn't mind that I was suddenly thrust into my sister's life.
Making some excuse, I got up and left the room, locking myself in the bathroom. I disgustedly wiped Rob's jizz from my crotch with toilet paper, taking the time to look at my new genitals. My pussy was, despite the fact it was my sister's, perfect. Soft and well taken care of with a short patch of fuss above the slit. The slit itself was smooth and puffy and simple. I looked up into the mirror, seeing my sister's face there. Also seeing my sister's naked body there. I saw her long black hair, her creamy skin, her wide gray eyes, her small nose, her slim waist, her wide hips her `perfect handful' breasts, her dark eyelashes, her red lips, her cheekbones. I had always admitted my sister was attractive. And even under the circumstances I had to concede to her beauty.
Yet this sister of mine, this sexy girl of 24 who looked back at me, was now myself. Why? Why did I wake up in my sister's life and, presumably, her in mine? I had to call her, call my own home and see if it was my voice that answered.
NARRATIVE OF GWEN McBRIDE
I woke up remembering the horrible dream I had. Something about falling and spinning, seeing my brother fall past me. It was strange, though it wouldn't seem so strange in a few minutes. My bed felt hard as I rolled over, and the room seemed too dark. I opened my eyes and looked around. It took me a few seconds to realize it, but I was not in my room. In fact, I realized I was in my brother's room across town. My first thought was "What the hell am I doing in bed with my brother?" But then I realized that, although there was someone asleep nest to me, it was not Caleb, nor was it Rob. It was some woman with curly brown hair. Then I looked down and stifled a gasp.
I was a man, and a naked one at that. Muscular abs, light body hair and wide shoulders were there below me. My mind recoiled in shock. I though that I must be dreaming, that this couldn't be real. I lay down and closed my eyes and told myself that when I opened them I would be home, as myself, and that would be Rob next to me. The person next to me stirred. "That's it," I thought, "that's Rob about to wake me up, it has to be." But it wasn't. I suddenly felt small, delicate hand on my back and hips. A woman's hands slid around my waist as a woman's body dipped around in front of me.
I had to clue what was going on until I felt it: A cool, smooth hands grasped MY penis. I realized what was happening. I was still a man, and some woman was stroking my cock. I was about to shout and run away but her hand squeezed tighter, and for a moment I paused, realizing how good it felt. It wasn't as intense as having something inside my pussy, but it was so engrossing to feel her fingers caress my shaft. I then felt something I had never felt before, I felt myself sprouting an erection. The thick piece of meat below my waist started growing and throbbing. I knew what that felt like from an outside perspective, but now. Soon I felt the muscle at full tension, and I was filled with desperation for some kind of release.
Then I felt moisture and pressure on the soft head of my new tool. I realized that this woman was licking it. Then her lips wrapped around it. I instinctively reached around to cradle her head as her mouth began to swallow the length of my cock. She got nearly the whole thing in her mouth, and then started to bob up and down on it, stroking the base as she did so, flicking her tongue as she withdrew. Oh god, it felt wonderful. I lost my desire to stop her as I fell victim to the pleasure of my first blow job. She was good, no doubt about that. And soon I was panting and twitching as I felt an eruption build up inside my body. "Maybe this isn't so bad after all." I thought.
Just when I thought I could not possibly enjoy the sensation more, I felt my dick jerk and spray out a stream of cum. I moaned as felt pulses of powerful pleasure shoot out from my body, channeled through my groin. It wasn't as full-body as my orgasms as a woman, but it was fantastic and addictive nonetheless. I felt her swallow most of my goo, though some slipped out and dangled from her chin. When I finally recovered some of my senses I looked down, gibbering in awe, at the instrument of my pleasure. A saw the smiling face of a cute, petit, mousy young woman with a finger of cum handing from her lip. She took one look at my expression and giggled. "You're welcome," She said. "But now I have to run, sugar, I have work today."
Ten minutes later she was gone (without me finding out her name) and I was left sitting alone, confused and guilty on my brothers bed. By this time I began to suspect what happened, and I wasn't surprised when I went to the bathroom and saw my brother's athletic body facing me in the mirror. That boy did keep himself in shape, I admitted as I looked at his muscular form and cavalier features. "This isn't so bad." I had thought. For a second I was willing to forget about my whole life. What was wrong with me? Just then the phone rang.
RESUMING THE NARRATIVE OF CALEB McBRIDE
I walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, facing the smiling face of Robert. A twinge of guilt hit me again as I looked at him. "That was great." He told me, to which I sheepishly replied, "Thanks." Not knowing what else to do I sat on the edge of the bed next to him. "So what's the plan for today?" He asked. I had to think of something. "Well," I responded, "Actually I have some work to do, banking, errands, groceries and such." He nodded, "I could hang around and help, I'm not doing anything for a few hours." I smiled back at him. "No thank, I don't want you distracting me." I said, winking at him. Nice touch, good acting, he bought it perfectly.
Half an hour later and he was giving me a rather uncomfortable kiss as he walked out the door. In the meantime I had found a silk robe of Gwen's to put on and had tied my hair back. First thing's first, I had to call `myself' and figure out what was going on. I picked up my phone and dialed the number to my house. A voice, which I recognized as my own, though it was full of confusion, answered the phone.
"Gwen?"
"How did you know -"
"It's me, Caleb, I just woke up in your house. I just woke us AS YOU."
"I know, I just woke up in your boots. What's going on?"
"I was hoping you'd tell me."
"I don't know any more than you do."
"Shit, what should we do? Who can we tell, if anyone?"
"Well we should defiantly meet, but where?"
"I'll come over, just stay there."
"Ok."
I threw away the bathrobe and started looking for something to wear. However when I stood naked again I noticed that there was the distinct small of sex about me, which I didn't was to explain. So I started up the shower and climbed under the hot water. I washed my face and back quickly, but I just couldn't help but get distracted when I started soaping up my breasts. I found myself playing with them and pinching them with both hands. Trying to snap myself out of it, I rinsed off the soap and started lathering up my new pussy. I tried to just clean it quickly but it felt to good to rub it. Soon I was even more distracted than before and was rubbing my clit in one hand while playing with my nipples with the other.
I started to feel another of those explosions coming on, weaker than before but still definite. I wanted it to happen. Rubbing harder, I induced a pleasant little orgasm in myself which seemed to last forever. When I finally got my head together and dried off I realized I had spent half an hour in the shower. I went to the bedroom and started looking for clothes. I now regretted volunteering to go to Gwen, for now I had to dress like her. Trying to pick the least feminine clothes she had I settled on a pair of stretch jeans, a black tank top, a wool coat and tall boots with very little heel.
Then I had to decide what to wear under all that. I conceded to pull on a pair of black, nondescript panties over my sensual hips, but I just wasn't ready to put on a bra. So going without one, I dressed quickly and left the house. I got in Gwen's car and started driving towards my house. On the way I decided that there was only one person to talk to about all that had happened. I grabbed Gwen's mobile and dialed a number.
Arriving at My house, I parked, stepped out, and walked towards the door. I then regretted not taking a bra, for my chest jiggled and bounced with each step I took. I felt so exposed having them bounce like that, even if I did have a coat overtop. Reaching the door I knocked hurriedly and waited for Gwen to let me in. It was disconcerting to see my own face when the door opened and a furtive Gwen issued me inside.
"I just called the only person I think we can trust and told him to meet us here." I told her.
"Who?" She asked.
"Alex Drake."
NARRATIVE OF ALEX DRAKE