"Truth." I replied. "Very well," Christine said, "How many women have you slept with?" I replied frankly that I had slept with six different girls. When Christine, Celine, Celine's boyfriend Josh and I half-drunkenly agreed to play truth or dare there was no reason to think that the girls would bring their magic into such a cliche and somewhat dull game. The four of us, all close friends, carried on in our attempt to amuse ourselves. After a few more round, when it was my turn again, Josh got up to relive himself in the bathroom while we continued our drinking. "You always choose truth, Peter," Celine complained to me, "and I can never think of anything exciting to ask you." I shrugged. "Well I don't much like the idea of being asked to do something humiliating." I replied. "What if we promised beforehand that we would not ask something stupid and humiliating?" Christine inquired. "I suppose I might be game, but I kinda sense a trick here." I answered.
"Ok, If we swear that on the next turn we will ask something that is more like some kind of challenge, will you opt for 'dare'?" I thought I moment. We were all getting a bit bored so I figured I'd be agreeable. "Very well." I said. The girls seemed very pleased. "Ok then," Celine said, "Truth or dare?" I asked if we were not going to wait for Josh to get back, to which they replied it was his loss. "Dare, then." I conceded. Christine whispered something in Celine's ear, both girls smiled. I heard Celine say that Christine had a good idea. "Well, what is it then?" I asked. Christine suddenly grabbed both mine and Celine's hands.
Christine started muttering something under her breath, and it wasn't hard to tell she was doing some kind of spell. Before I could stop her or complain that I never agreed to have magic brought into things, a jolt of energy shot up my arm and seemed to knock my head back. A moment or two later my head cleared and I was looking at Christine once again. It took me a few seconds to figure out what seemed so wrong, then I realised I was sitting on the opposite side of her as I was before. Not only that, but there was a man sitting across from me who wasn't Josh - it was me. I didn't need to ask what just happened to figure out what Christine did.
"I never said you could use magic..." I said scornfully, hearing the words come out in Celine's voice. "And what does this have to do with a dare?" Christine let go of out hands, smiling brightly. "This is part of it, go ahead and explain it to her Jack." She said, addressing Celine in my body. Celine, grinning, said in my voice, "I dare you to take my place and pretend to be me for the rest of the night. When Josh comes back I want to see if you can pull it off so he doesn't know anything happened." I sighed. "That is just a little bit twisted." I said, "You want me to take you place and try to fool your boyfriend?" They nodded. "You are weird. And I suppose you won't change us back until the end of the night?" They nodded again.
I heard Josh walking back into the room; I glared at Christine and Celine. Considering it would have been more embarrassing to try and tell Josh, I didn't see any choice but to fulfill my dare. Josh walked in and sat down on the couch next to me. He handed me a fresh drink and took a sip of his own. "Did I miss anything fun?" He asked. "Not really," I answered, trying to mask my techy mood. "It's your turn." Celine said to Josh, grinning. And so the game continues, Josh unaware that I was not his girlfriend. I tried to say as little as possible, though if I was too quiet Josh would just ask me what was wrong.
We all kept drinking, Christine and 'Peter' with a suddenly renewed enthusiasm. They would keep looking at me and smiling, sharing little laughs. I did my best to pretend like I was still having fun, and drinking helped that. Soon we were all decently drunk, which happened allot faster for me in a smaller female body. One interesting highlight was where 'Peter' dared Christine to kiss me. So I leaned over and shared quite a passionate drunken kiss, finding out what its was like for a girl to kiss another girl. It was interesting, having our soft lips play together, teeth teasing and tongues flicking. I felt a tingle of excitement run though me that made me shiver. I think I even felt the bizarre sensation of getting a little wet between my legs from the act.
The game finally concluded when Christine was very drunk, and the rest of us were not too far behind. Christine said that she wanted to lie down. I wanted to bring up the fact that the game was over and she needed to swap me back, but I didn't want to say anything in front of Josh. 'Peter' took Chistine to the spare bedroom to lie down, leaving me with Josh. "Did you want to go to bed as well," He asked, "Or stay up a while longer?" I wasn't sure which one meant getting out of the sexual advances I was expecting. "I'm not ready for bed just yet, and I wanna ask Christine something before she passes out, ok?"
"Sure thing." He replied. I stood up, fighting both the alcohol and the change in balance as I walked after Christine. I was grateful that Celine had taken off her heeled shoes before we started the game, otherwise I probably would have looked very awkward. I was also grateful that she had chosen to wear jeans and not a skirt, though the fact that my shirt showed off some of my cleavage was unsettling. I could also feel a bit of jiggle in my bosom each time I took a step. I made my way to the guest room and stepped inside. 'Peter' was just laying Christine down on the bed.
"Forgetting something?" I asked, gesturing to myself. "I gist need to nap for a little while..." Christine murmured. 'Peter' shrugged. "She's pretty drunk, I wouldn't want her to try any spells like this. Ill let her nap a bit and wake her up in an hour or so." 'He' said. I sighed. "Can't you do it?" I inquired. "I'm not confident enough at that stuff, I wouldn't risk it. Sorry." I looked back over my shoulder to make sure Josh was still out of earshot. "What am I supposed to do?" I wanted to know. "Just go watch a movie or something, I'll come out there with you guys so he wont start anything." She said, smiling at the last part. "And in a little while ill wake up Christine and none shall know."
I agreed, reluctantly, and turned to return to the living room. 'Peter' followed. We did like 'he' suggested, and put a movie on. I could tell Josh was a little disappointed of us not getting privacy just yet, but he was nice about it. About half way through the film 'Peter' got up and went to go check on Christine. I was already feeling very uncomfortable with my head on Josh's shoulder where he put it. I told him I needed to go to the bathroom, which was actually true. Disappointing him again, I got up and went to the washroom.
I locked myself in and looked at the toilet, realising the implications of relieving my bladder as a girl. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, along with the black panties I was evidently wearing. I sat on the toilet and scowled my way though having to sit to pee. Afterwards, knowing enough about women to do so, I wiped off my crotch before I stood up. I had never seen Celine naked before, and I was suddenly fascinated by my borrowed body now that I was alone. I noticed, for one, that her pussy was totally shaved. I looked at my new slit, admiring how pink and smooth it was. I reached down and touched it gently. I felt a tingle run though me as I ran my finger over its length. Out of curiosity I cupped my sex and rubbed my clit, causing me to sigh. So that was what it felt like, it was pretty amazing.
I felt the feeling of arousal had experienced before with my 'lesbian' kiss, and I wanted to inspect myself a little further. I pulled my pants and panties up and faced the mirror. I found Celine's face there, looking at me. I saw her green eyes and black hair. Her groomed eyebrows looked quizzical. I ran my eyes down her slender neck, small shoulders and finally to her chest. She didn't have huge breasts, but there were very nice; perfect handfuls. I pulled my shirt off and tugged down the front of my black bra. I saw that I now had dark, perky nipples on the end of my round mamaries. I groped my chest a few times, realising how good it felt for a woman to have her tits squeezed. It sent tingles all through me, and the wet feeling started in my pussy.
Pulling my bra back up I admired her slim waist and delicately curved hips. Her legs were tones and shapely. Putting my shirt back on I concluded that I had become a very attractive girl indeed, not to mention I was now only twenty-two years old - three years younger than myself. I was very tempted to start playing with my sensitive areas again; it would seem fair after what they put me though. But I refrained, if Christine still wasn't cogent yet I could always slip off by myself again in half an hour or so and have my fun then. I wanted to make sure I could switch back first.
Back in the living room I saw that 'Peter' was still gone, and Josh was sitting alone. I cursed to myself and sat down next to him, begrudgingly putting my arm around him. He suddenly leaned over and kissed me. He didn't seem to notice that my eyes went wide as he did so. I wanted to break away but I didn't know what to say. Telling him the truth would be humiliating for both of us. Making up some excuse would be fine, but I couldn't think of any. So what did I do in my drunken shock? I kissed him back. It wasn't too bad, no tongue or anything, but I felt so weird having a man's lips play with mine. He came up to cradle my head, and I found myself sighing and leaning into him, placing a hand on his chest as he kissed.
He broke away, as did I. I tried to hide my fear and confusion as he looked at me smiling. I smiled back, forcing a calm look onto my face. "Come on, I think everyone is asleep, let's go to bed." He said. Panic. What to say? Why hadn't Celine come back from checking on Christine? "Yeah, I guess so," I said, "I'm getting pretty tired." I added, hoping he would get the hint. We got up and made out way out of the living room. The door to the guest room was closed, and I couldn't hear any voices inside. 'Peter' had damn well fallen asleep! We went into the main bedroom. Once inside Josh closed the door and walked towards the bed.
I felt trapped now, which only got worse as Josh pulled off his shirt and started unbuttoning his pants. What did Celine sleep in, if anything? I wondered. A cold feeling in my stomach. Josh removed his pants and climbed into bed. Thank god he at least kept his boxers on, I noted. I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down, feeling terrified. I decided if I kept my long shirt on it would act kinda like a nightshirt and my pants were all I'd have to remove. It was a good theory, except that the shirt barely covered my pert ass. I walked towards the bed feeling like i was going to my death. I climbed under the covers and laid down.
I cringed as Josh cuddled up behind me, his bare arms around me. I had just decided that I was going to say something, anything to get out of this - even if it meant telling him I was actually Peter in his girlfriend's body. Just as I was about to say something he nibbled my neck with a soft kiss. I shivered and gasped. I tried to shake off the feeling and speak up again, but he had now started to massage my tits though my shirt and bra. I felt tingling, warm and almost itchy. My crotch felt like it was heating up. I suddenly felt josh's dick get hard and poke into my backside. That was it; I had to get out of here, even with the lamest excuse. The final time I went to speak I was interrupted again, this time by his hand starting to rub my pussy though my panties.
things went on like this for a while, and again I felt myself get wet, and my nipples were rock hard. My skin was covered in goosebumps as he rubbed me. His fingers slipped into my panties and made contact with the moisture within. He rubbed my clit and toyed with my damp opening. I was lost now, if felt so fantastic I couldn't ask him to stop. It was so different than being touched in my old body, so much more engrossing. Josh moved around, pushing me onto my back and pulling down my underwear. I felt very exposed, getting my sense back for a minute I realised that I was now a girl who was totally vulnerable. My cunt was uncovered and a man was with me. Josh moved down between my legs, sliding his face towards me groin.
I was grateful that he still had his shorts on and I couldn't see anything but his face. He smiled, then his eyes flicked around for a moment. He smiled broader. "Looks like Christine is awake again?" He said. my momentary thought of going to find her shattered as I heard why he knew. There was a rhythmic quiet thumping noise down the hall, and the feint sound of a woman's moans could be heard. Christine and I had fucked around a few times, but I couldn't believe that Celine and her were fucking! Christine was so drunk she probably didn't even remember it wasn't me, but Celine? I would have got very angry right then, except that josh pressed his mouth to my pussy and started eating me out.
I gasped, and soon I was moaning as he pleasured me. It felt to wet and thrilling, and most importantly fantastic. I found myself grabbing his head and bucking my hips into his face as he went down on me. I suddenly didn't mind being stuck in Celine's body, not if it meant feeling that good. I forgot about Josh and just enjoyed how everything felt. I felt something begin to build up side me, it grew and grew as I started moaning louder and trembling. I realised that I was about to cum. I whimpered and bit my lip as my whole body shook, "Keep going!" I stammered as I came. Everything in me was alive and exploding, it was so much more intense than cumming as a man, and it seemed to just keep going on and on!
When Josh pulled himself away from me I felt like I had been moaning and cumming for hours. I was panting and smiling as I layed back with my eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of my climax. I heard Josh moving around. I was still sedated by my orgasm, but I did notice that Josh had removed his shorts and was now totally naked. I was glowing enough that it only slightly concerned me. He reached up and pulled off my shirt, I let him. He bent down and exposed one of my tits, taking the niple into his mouth. I was amazed how good it felt to have my breast suckled, and I suddenly wanted to enjoy it more. I pulled off the shoulder straps of my bra and pushed it down so that it was around my waist like a belt. I was now completely nude apart from the bra around my hips.
Josh was giving me quite allot of pleasure from my tits, and was still rubbing my pussy with one hand as well. As tipsy as I still was, I was totally given over to enjoying the feeling of a woman's body. He slid up and straddled my chest, and the part of him I had been ignoring was suddenly right in front of my face. Some of my revulsion and reluctance came back as I face a hard cock right in front of me. I realised he was expecting me to suck it. Fearfully, I tried to act natural as I reached up and took a hold of his cock. I had never touched one other than my own, and I wasn't really ever intending to. Trying to act natural, I started to stroke it. That wasn't so bad, just like masturbating except I wasn't feeling anything.
I was stroking Josh firmly as he reached back and played with my slit. I knew he still wanted me to use my mouth. I suddenly also realised that my alternative was letting his stick that thing in my snatch. Getting fucked still seemed so bizarre, and spurned on by his fingering I decided to give in a little. I licked the tip of his dick, tasting the salt of his juices. It wasn't too bad, but not too nice either. I then opened my mouth and closed it around his cockhead, sucking gently as I stroked him. I pretended like I was sucking on a girl's clit as I jacked him off. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite satisfied, and he pushed foreword without warning. I found myself taking more than half his length into my mouth. Soon i was bobbing back and forth as his member was sliding in and out of my face.
there was no pretending anymore, and I felt dirty knowing that i was sucking a dick. It didn't seem to go on too long though, which I was kinda glad for since I didn't was a mouth full of semen. He slid back down so that he was on top of me. He started kissing me again, this time with more tongue and more force. It was al least better that having his junk in my mouth, so I closed my eyes and went back to ignoring who he was. He was on top of me though, and I felt crushed. Without thinking I tried to get more comfortable by spreading my legs. He slipped between them. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. And the next thing I knew I felt the hot feeling of his flesh touching my wet slit.
I was so slick and he was so hard I didn't have time to think. With a quick repositioning of his hips he pointed his member at me and pushed forward. I felt the first inch of his poke into my pussy, spreading me open. Then, in one smooth action, he pushed the rest of his cock inside my box. I gasp and bit my lip, I felt so filled up. It was intense and unbelievable; I could feel him deep inside of me, prodding my innards. When he started to pump in and out of me, I lost my mind. He began slowly, but there was no doubt that he as penetrating me deeply, fucking me. He began sucking my nipples again, squeezing my tits as he shagged me. He reached down and put one hand on my hip and the other on my ass, pulling me to him and going even deeper inside of me.
I had never felt anything like it, and I was trying not to moan too loudly as he drove into me over and over again. I shoved my hips up to meet his attacks as we fucked. He would kiss, I would claw his back, he would squeeze my tits, I'd clutch his ass, he's pinch and bite my nipples, and would stifle a scream. I felt another climax coming on, only this time it was a hundred times more powerful. "Don't stop, don't stop! Oh, Keep going!" I panted as I started to cum. "OOOOHHHHH!" I screamed, biting my hand to stop myself from getting any louder. I felt the most amazing feeling of my life, the world dropped away as I came, every cell in my body exploding as I was hit with wave after wave of ecstasy. I lost counts of the swells in my bliss as he continued to pound me.
He was really being forceful now, and I couldn't believe how long my orgasm was lasting. Eventually, years later, I started to come down from my high a little. I felt cold and empty as Josh suddenly pulled out of me. I tool the initiative this time, and I rolled him over on his back and climbed on top. I straddled him and positioned myself over his glistening tool. I then lowered myself down, impaling my gorgeous body on him. I started to ride him, grinding my pussy into his body. I leaned foreword so that my clit rubbed against him as I ground his penis deeper and deeper into me.
It wasn't long before I was cumming again. It was even better when I was in control and could make him hit all the right spots. My second orgasm trumped the first, even more so because I felt like I had more power on top of him. I smiled and rolled my eyes closed as I rode him madly, revelling in my climax. I tits were bouncing al over the place as we made love, and the feeling turned me on even more. Josh bit one nipple as my orgasm peaked and started to fade. My pace slowed down, and soon I was smiling wantonly at him as I rode his more slowly.
This time he took charge again, sitting up and scooting out from under me. He literally spun me around and moved behind me. I found myself on all fours, and I spread my legs eagerly, wanting more of the incredible bliss I had discovered. He rammed his cock back in, feeding his large member into my used and abused pussy. He grabbed my hips and started fucking me doggy-style. Looked down to watch my bosom sway back and forth on my chest as he took me Looking past my rack, i could see his slick cock driving in and out of my hairless cunt. I was moaning freely now, almost screaming. Both of us were shining with sweat and panting. I don't know how long he fucked me like that, but when he reached around to rub my clit and pinch my boob he triggered another orgasm.
The third climax was not as powerful as the first two, but it was enough to totally melt my brain and turn me into a quivering puddle of sexual desire. As I was cumming my final time I felt him drive into me with more desperation. He hands came back to my ass as he pumped me. He grunted and grew tense. In my brainless state I didn't realise what was happening until it happened. I fel his empty his seed into my canal. The hot fluid coming in gushes, spurt after spurt. I felt full to the brim as he shot his last load. Some of his cum was already leaking out of my hole as he collapsed on top of me, pinning me down.
As we both caught out breath I hovered in a state of half consciousness. The pleasure and the drink had totally made me senseless, and I could form no real thoughts at all. He eventually pulled out, sending a torrent of jizz dripping out of me. I reached down to catch it, getting my hands covered in cum. I reached out and found a tissue, wiping the mess away. I dimply remember hearing some final throes of passion coming from the guest room and then silence. Afterwards I don't recall much, expect that we passed out...
I awoke in the morning hungover and thirsty. As I rolled over and cradled my head the fog slowly cleared and things came back to me. I was Celine now, I was naked, I was lying next to Josh, and I had been thoroughly fucked last night. I groaned and buried my face in the pillow. I tried to believe that it didn't happen, but I could feel my tits pressed into the sheets, feel my nakedness, feel how sticky my penis-less groin was and I could smell the scent of sex everywhere. I looked over at Josh, who was still asleep. Deciding I didn't want to be there when he woke up, I made my self get out of bed and stand up. My head throbbed as I went upright. I managed to find my shirt form the night before ad well as my panties. I put these on, trying not to move too much, and slipped out of the bedroom. I noticed that my nipples showed through the fabric of the shirt, but I didn't care.
The house was quiet, and it seemed like I was the first one up. The clock in the kitchen read 11:30 am. I started to make myself some coffee as I sat at the kitchen table. As I was supping my first cup, I heard someone move about. I hoped it wasn't Josh and was relived when Chirstine stumbled into the room looking haggard. "'Morning." I said flatly, though it was almost noon. "Yeah..." she muttered. "What a night, eh?" she added. "What did we get up too anyway, I can't remember too much. I remember making that dare with Peter." She smiled, despite her grogginess. "Then I guess Peter took me to bed. I remember him waking me up...and stuff. I was pretty out of it. "So I guess Josh never caught on, I'd remember that much. Did he say anything to you after you swapped back?"
I had sat there listening to her, smiling bitterly. "You really dont remember, do you?" I asked. "What?" she said, smiling ingorantly. I lowered my voice. "You got so drunk you passed out without out switching us back. I am Peter. You fucked Celine in my body when she was supposed to see if you had sobered up enough to switch us back." At first it looked like she didnt belive me, then she scowered her memory. Celine loped out of the guest room and into the kitchen. "Maybe you can remind her." I said to 'Peter'. "Remind her of what, Celine?" 'Peter' said. My stomach tied in knots that surpassed the hangover. "That we are still in the wrong bodies." I said, getting concerned. "come on, don't try to fuck with her, she swapped us back before she got drunk." 'Peter' said. I felt cold and small. Was this some magic, or was Celine trying to steal my body? Or was it some sick -
Celine laughed, leaning against the doorframe. "I'm just kidding, yeah you passed out before swapping us back and I wasn't confident enough to do it." 'he' said. I nearly fainted with relief. "Fucking hell," I said, "Don't do that!" Christine looked baffled. "So you guys are really still... Oh god you are." We nodded. Celine later explained that she had been blindsided by Christine. When she had gone to wake her up Christine was unrousable. That is until she drunkenly started kissing 'Peter' Before 'he' knew it Christine was sucking 'his' dick and he just couldn't say no. To a certain degree, I sympathised.
"What happened to you?" Chiristine asked, and suddenly they were both staring at me wanting to know what Josh had tried. "I went to sleep." I tried to bluff. 'Peter' grinned. "Are you sure," 'he' said, because I thought I heard some moaning and groaning from my old room." I must have blushed or something, because they both laughed. They knew. "Peter made a move on you and you didn't run away?" I grew angry. "I didn't know what to say, I already tried to make an excuse once. And once he started touching my pussy..." They told me they understood, though they were both very amused. "I have to add, orgasms for men are kinda disappointing - they just don't last very long at all. Afterwards your just done. though the power trip of being male was fun." Celine said. "I'm sure. It was very educational." Can we change back, please."
"Sure thing." Chistine said, finishing her coffee. "She stood up and took hold of me and Celine again. She started saying the same words as before, and soon I felt the wave of energy run up my arm. The transition was complete and i found myself back in my own body with significantly less of a headache. "Ah hell," Celine said. "How much did you drink?"
In the car driving home Christine was quiet for a while, then she spoke up. "So what was it like to have sex as a woman with a man?" she asked. I frowned, not answering. "Really, I want to know" She said in all seriousness. "Different, intense and, under the circumstances, very disturbing at times. What do you want to hear? Yeah it felt great, but I'm a straight guy and I ended up with my legs spread full of cock and cum. I'm angry about that" Christine genuinely apologised. "How can I make it up to you?" I looked at her. "For one I'm going to fuck you really hard when I get home." I said. "Then we'll see."
Back at my house I made good on my proposal. I didnt want to think about how sex as a girl was so much more engrossing, I wanted to enjoy being a man. Most of all I wanted to make sure that I did still enjoy having sex as a man. I shoved Christine onto the couch and mauled her. When she was good and ready I remoed her clothes and my own, and roughly shoved my cock into her. I punded away at her, loving the sight of her big tit's boucing as her auburn hair fell over her eyes. She smiled at me as I took her. I was relived to find that I was enjoying every second. Though I did feel a twinge of dissapointment that I would only get one orgasm. I emptied my cum into her, and although my climax was brief, I felt thoroughly satisfied.