Barista Championship Exchange Part 1 (Patreon)

CHAPTER 1

I pop my coffee down onto the table as I shift a chair to sit down. Swinging my backpack down onto the floor I glance up to see Sophie entering the office. I smile at her as she walks towards me, I get a cheeky grin back. Her big blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, it causes my heart to skip a beat. She is not the tallest of girls at roughly five foot five, but her presence always makes me nervous. It is not like I do not get on with her, I just really like her is all. Her boyfriend, Alan, is a lucky man. I wish I had met her first, while at school, rather than at work in this Coffee shop. I steady myself and take a small swig of coffee as she trundles over.

‘Tom! How are you doing today, dude?’ Sophie says, in a joyful manner, with a sideways look and a smile. I take another sip of coffee as she stands in front of me with a rather expectant look.

‘I’m good Soph, and you? I say with a slight voice crack.

Sophie continues smiling while turning and walking over to the notice board. I wonder why she is so happy; she is never usually this happy before the start of a shift. Sophie begins checking over the rota for this week that is posted on the wall. She bends down to read it, poking her bum out towards me. Her bum is fantastic, it really fills out the black pair of skinny jeans she is wearing. Not that I am perverted at all, but she always wears jeans, and her plump bum is just always there for the viewing.

“I’m really good today Tom!” Sophie says to me while turning her head to look back at me.

“We are working together, and guess what?” She says with a spark while standing back up and turning towards me.

“Alan has finally allowed you to get that puppy you’ve always wanted?” I questioned with a smirk, knowing I would get a rise from her. Alan is her boyfriend, not someone I really like. He is just not right for her and she cannot see that.

“No, you bloody fool!” Sophie barks, as she throws a nearby pen in my direction. “Geoff has entered me into the Barista championship this year! I am so excited! If I win, I can use the prize money to finally open my own café!”

The Barista world championships are held in London every year. Due to the interest, it gains a lot of sponsorship and coverage. It has a fifty grand first-place prize and Geoff our manager is a previous winner. He has taught as both what he knows, and I am happy he has taken the time to enter Sophie as I feel she deserves it. I have considered doing it myself, as I am confident, I would be good at it, but it is just something I do not really want all the hassle that comes with it. The advantage for Sophie is that due to working in a coffee shop that has a previous winner, we get entered late into the competition, kind of like a Seeding system. I know this is a huge deal for Sophie as she really wants to open her own place away from this store. She is not a huge fan of the owner; he refuses to pay us any extra even when Geoff pushes for it. The money never really bothered me; I like this place. It is always nice when you and your workmates are good friends, and the customers are like family. Sophie is however in another mindset.

“That’s amazing news Soph,” I say with a high-pitched voice as I stand up and open my arms for a hug.

“You know it!” I hear muffled as she gives me a hug and buries her head in my chest.

We hold the hug for a little longer than work friends should. Soph comes up to my chin as I am around six foot two. I continue to hold onto her, but really hoping that I do not get a stalk on, as I do not think that it would go down well. Her perky and well-sized boobs, in that tight t-shirt she always wears, struggle to hold them in as she is pressing up against me.  I look up at the clock to try and distract myself from the embarrassment that would entail if I were to get a Boner. I am working with her today and this evening, she would never let me live it down!

“it’s nearly nine Soph, I need to use the changing room. Do you mind if I use it first?” I say very softly as I peel myself away from her.

“Don’t take too long you big pansy” Sophie tells me as she moves away from the hug and looks for her bag.

The café is always busy in the morning. Geoff, the manager, me, and Sophie work hard to keep the cue moving and the place clean. We do not really get much time to talk much as the day trundles on. As we get to the early afternoon, we start to quiet down. Geoff finishes his shift for the day and gets ready to leave. I and Sophie must complete the close together, which I am more than happy to do. I really like the afternoon close with her due to the fact we get time to talk and have a laugh, however on this afternoon Sophie’s good mood turns to be one of worry. When there are no customers and she is cleaning a table, I take this chance to find out if she is ok.

“Talk to me, blue eyes,” I say while walking up and tucking in a chair at the table she is cleaning. She looks up at me with a quizzical look. “You’ve gone really quiet this evening. Usually, you're chewing my ear off about films you want to see or want me to watch. Are you doing ok?”

Sophie does not say anything back to me as she looks up and realizes customers are waiting at the counter. She gives me a nod towards them to make me go over and serve. As I serve the customers, I notice that Geoff and Sophie are talking. She looks like she is listening intently to what he has to say, but also at the same time looks like she is holding back the tears. As I finish serving, Geoff walks past the bar and says goodbye to me, as he leaves the café. Being the nosey bugger, I walk straight up to Soph to ask her what her conversation was about.

“What did you guys just talk about,” I ask while trying not to seem too keen.

“He was giving me some feedback. He says if I want to win, I have to be much quicker with the drinks than I have been today” Sophie says while slowly swinging her arms back and forward.

“Oh,” I mutter while picking up some dirty cups. “Do you want to just chill out and do the wash-up tonight? I will cover the bar”.

“Please Tom,” she says while rubbing her left arm.

The rest of the shift goes like clockwork as we clean up. Everything is going just as usual, but Sophie does tell me to leave the filter machine on. I think nothing of it as sometimes we grab a coffee before leaving the building. Right at the end of the night when I am sitting in the office cashing up, she brings me a black filter coffee and places it in front of me. Sophie says nothing to me as she places the drink down. She continues to move swiftly and takes out some boxes to the bin area. I let the drink go cold as I cash up and just as I am finished, I remember it and chug it down. It did taste a little weird, I think nothing of it and assume that was because I let it go cold.

The moments after that drink of coffee are a blur to me. I find myself holding my arm against the wall of the toilet for support while breathing extremely heavily. I feel odd, very odd, like something about me is just completely wrong. Straightening my posture, I look down and see that my trousers and boxes are around my ankles. Bending down, to pull them up, introduces me to a host of unusual feelings, that I am not used to. The feeling of weight on my chest, being tickled on the back of my neck, and a strong feeling of an absence between my legs. The tickle on my neck makes me react, like a spider is on me, I swing my hands back to my neck to brush it off. Doing this makes the resistance from the weight on my chest, very noticeable. With one hand I grab a fist full of blond hair, that is tickling me on the neck and with the other, I grab a mound of flesh, that is unexpectedly on my chest. In a flurry of panic, I pull my boxers and trousers up, then try and do them up. They completely do not fit me. At this point, I am in a frenzy and I scream in confusion. My uncharacteristic high pitch scream is followed by the toilet door swinging open from the outside.

“Oh, my shit!” Sophie says with a shocked look on her face!

I turn to her while still trying to hold up my trousers to stop them from falling.  I look at her with the same face I would imagine you would give someone if you were stuck in a pit of snakes and screaming for help. She grabs my arm and pulls me towards the mirror in the room. I shuffle over to the mirror with her help while holding my trousers tight to ensure they stay up as I walk. Looking into the mirror I see Sophie with that same shocked look and another blonde girl. The other blonde girl has an extremely panicked and frenzied look on her face.

“Sophie, what’s happened to me?” I question in a soft voice. As I speak, the other blonde girl in the mirror speaks too. I come to the realization that the other blonde girl is me. Time for me at this point comes completely to a standstill. I stare at the mirror without moving or saying a single word. Sophie moves back behind me and pulls up a chair. She gently turns and guides me down into the seat. I snap out of just staring into space, as she pulls up a chair and sits in front of me.

“My eyes are really blue, aren’t they” Sophie mutters, as she pulls the chair closer to me. She pauses and looks at me as I just stare at her still not knowing what to think.

“I can really see why you call me blue eyes now Tom” she continues while turning her head slightly to the side. A moment passes as she looks me up and down.

“Please do not be mad Tom, I really need you to help me!” Sophie smiles at me as she continues to say. “I need you to not freak out. Before I tell you, please know I have this under control, and everything will go back to normal for you in twenty-four hours”.

In my confused state, I just open my mouth and nod my head very slowly.

“I gave you a drink,” She says very slowly while stopping to bite her lip. “I gave you a drink that has transformed you into me for the next twelve hours.”

My mind races. The blonde girl in the mirror, the mound of flesh on my chest, the blonde hair tickling my neck, and that feeling of an absence. Suddenly, my mind focuses like a laser beam on that feeling. My hands move directly to my crotch to check that my manhood was intact. When my hands fumble and fail to find anything, I jump up causing my boxers and trousers to fall to my ankles. Frantically I start to search the area right in front of Sophie.

“Yup” she smirks. “That is my lady garden,” she says while holding back a small giggle.

“FUCK!” I exclaim, as loud as I can. “WHY!?” I shout, a little less loud, as I build up the courage to touch a lip of my newfound womanhood.

Sophie grabs my hand that is edging closer to my womanhood and pulls me back into the seat. As I sit down, she pulls my boxes up to cover my new pussy.

‘Tom, please listen and let me explain’ She says while giving me a strong but desperate look.

For the next few minutes. she explains that her family has a formula that causes bodies to transform. All she needs to do is, place a sample of DNA into a drink, then whomever drinks said drink, will transform into the exact copy of the person that the DNA sample belonged to. She even shows me, one of the hairs, she placed in the drink, still present in the bottom of the black coffee I just drank. She also explains to me why she is subjecting me to this crazy situation. After having a rough day, she is really worried about the competition and is having huge doubts that she is even good enough to win. She explains that she came up with the idea while watching me make drinks. so quickly and perfectly every time. Under normal circumstances, I would have been flattered by her praise, but I come to the realization, even before the words that come out of her mouth confirm it. She wants me to enter the competition in her stead. She begins to plead with me to take her place and I just stare back at her. Internally I had forgotten, that at this point am no longer a man, but a carbon copy of the lovely girl I adore sitting in front of me, and all I can think is, yes, of course, I’d do anything for her. In all honesty, would I be able to pretend to be her?

‘So, will you do it, Tom? Will to take my place in the competition?’ Sophie asks me will placing her hand onto my shoulder.

As she looks at me with those big blue eyes, with a look that is pleading for me to say yes. I turn to investigate the mirror to my side. The view I see is of a twenty-five-year-old blonde woman, looking completely stressed out. While looking into the mirror, all I can think is that this will never work. I know nothing about being a woman, let alone fooling everyone that I am Sophie. I turn towards her and begin to try and speak.

‘Tom, I know I’ve sprung this on you.’ Sophie says with meaning as she moves a finger onto my lips to stop me from talking.

‘Why don’t I let you think about it for the next twenty-four hours?’

‘Ok,’ I squeak, like a tiny mouse from behind her finger on my lips.

Sophie lets out a sigh of relief, followed by a huge smile. My heart melts seeing her give me such a big smile. I cannot help but give her a huge smile back.

‘Well, you’re stuck as a woman for the next day’ She laughs.

‘So, you don’t really have an option but to think about it’ She just about manages to say while laughing some more.

As she stops laughing, she moves her finger away from my lips and gives my right boob a quick squeeze. The sensation, from my new boob, was wonderful. The pleasure was soon gone as I came to a stark realization.

‘What am I going to do now Sophie? I cannot go back to my house like this! What would my family say?  I recoil from how high-pitched my voice.

‘Ah, erm, good point.’ She says while rubbing her chin and looking at the ceiling.

‘Well, erm, you can borrow some of my spare clothes and we will book you into a hotel for tonight. You are not working tomorrow, and we can just send your family a text message saying you are staying at a friend's. I will even take you out for dinner tonight and pay for your room. How does that sound?’

Sophie continues to give me a big smile as she waits for me to respond. I had dreamt about taking her out for dinner many times, not in my wildest dreams it would be anything like this. I mean, in my dreams, I would be the one paying and tucking in her chair behind her like a gentleman. I could not be further from that dream right now!

‘Yeah, that sounds ok’ I say very softly. I am still not used to Sophie’s voice coming out of my mouth.

‘Great!’ She exclaims while moving very quickly out of her seat and towards her bag that is resting on the floor near the entrance of the backroom.

‘Go into the changing room Tom and I will bring some clothes in for you’ She shouts over to me as she searches her bag.

‘Wait, what’? I ask which causes her to stop searching and turn to look at me.

‘Your clothes don’t fit you anymore Tom, you need to wear something more fitting for that lovely figure you’re now sporting’. As she finishes her sentence she gets up and heads back to where I am sitting.

‘Right, stand up’ She demands. I give her a dirty look as I stand. What is this madness happening in my life right now?

I stand in front of her for what seems like hours, my mind races. What is she going to dress me in? As my mind continues to wonder she pulls down my boxers. I recoil away from her as if to say, I am not ready to be naked in front of you. She looks at me with a stern face and reminds me that she is remarkably familiar with my current physique.

Once the boxers are off, she pulls my shirt over my head. The feeling of the material against my nipples is unexpected but is soon forgotten, as lumps of blonde hair cover my eyes as the shirt is pulled away from over my head. I flick the hair out of my eyes the best I can and as I do so, I catch Sophie giving me the cheekiest grin. At that moment she passes me a tiny black thong.

‘You’ve got to be joking me’ I scoff while holding the string-based underwear out in front of me like it is a bomb.

‘Tom, it’s the only thing I have, unless you want to wear the knickers, I’ve got on right now’ she retorts.

As I run the thong up my legs, I cannot help but think to myself. How ironic, I have always wanted to get into her knickers. Seems I am getting what I wanted, in a roundabout way.

‘I’m going to need therapy after this’ I say with a slight squeal as the material of the Thong comes to rest in my but crack.

‘Don’t be such a big girl’s blouse’ She says while moving behind me.

‘Arms up blondie’ She says playfully. As I do. she slips my arms into the matching black lacy bra and does up the clasp from behind. As she does the clasp up, she pings the strap on my back causing me to jump a little. This was enough for my boobs to jiggle up and down. I look down at myself, only now my sight is obscured by two fleshy mounds.

“Looking good,” she says while moving in front of me and giving me a nod and a grin. She then, gently, guides both of my boobs into the cups. This was not an experience I was expecting to happen today.

“Tom, Tom, Tom” she starts whispering as she moves back to her bag and pulls out some more clothes. Almost stumbling over as she walks back towards me, clothes from her bag in hand, she stops and gives me another cheeky grin.

‘What now? I enquire with a slight tone of anxiety as she continues to grin at me with a devious expression.

Sophie’s grin turns into a full-blown smile as she leans her head to one side while looking at me.

‘If we are going out tonight, we will have to come up with a reason we look identical, right?’ Sophie says with purpose.

‘We can just tell people, if they ask, that we are twin sisters, right? I mean identical twins are a thing’ She says while fumbling the clothes around in her hands.

‘I also can’t call you Tom out in public, that would be weird.’ She says to me while passing me the clothes in her hands.

I look at the garments I have just been given. A pair of black leggings and a short tartan skirt that is mustard in overall colour.

‘How about I call you Amy?’ She says with delight.

‘Amy huh?’ I say while trying to work out how I am going to put the leggings on with dignity.

“Yeah, Amy!” Sophie says with glee. Her hands meet mine and she begins to help me pull up the leggings I am currently trying to suss out. She helps me guide them all the way up to my waist. The leggings give me some well-needed cover around my crotch, which I am very much glad for. Even if I am wearing a thong, a bra, and a pair of her leggings, it is nice to finally not be just in underwear.

“Why Amy?” I enquire while I work out what side of the skirt is the front and which side is the back.

Sophie looks at me like I am failing at life. ‘Just roll with it for now Amy, ok’ she says with an impatient expression.

I do not question it further, as she has to again, guide me on how to get dressed. She helps me pull the skirt up and over my bum, which I have to say, I was not expecting that sensation. I knew her bum was plump, but I did not really think it was big. While I am pondering the size of my new behind, Sophie has already adjusted my skirt's height to just below my belly button and has pulled up its zip. I almost feel that the zip going up was reminiscent of me being locked into a cage.

‘Ok Amy, arms up again’ Sophie says demandingly as she grabs more items out of her bag. Of course, I comply and seconds later she has dropped a black strap top over my head and arms. My boobs do give her some resistance as she pulls the top down over my torso.

‘There you go’ She says while flapping down the strappy top ‘what do you think?’ she continues to say while stepping back to admire her work. I turn away from the smug expression she is pulling and turn my attention to the mirror. Not bad I think to myself. I turn back to look at her with a smile.

‘All things considered Soph, I actually feel ok’ I say with surprise in my voice. I was not lying to her either. I do really like this look on her. I guess it still looks good, even if it is me the clothes are on. I would take myself home to meet the parents, I think with a slight smirk on my face.

‘These clothes seem to fit me really well and I feel really comfortable in them’. I continue as I turn to face her again. Sophie gives me a wink and begins searching through her bag once more.

‘I’ve got some shoes in here too’ she says while searching franticly. ‘Ah, here we are’.

Upon hearing those words all I can think in the seconds it takes for her to pull them out of the bag is, for the life of me, I am not wearing heels. They would cause me a magnitude of pain and embarrassment. I Would have no idea how to walk in them and she wants to go out for a meal with me like this.

‘I’ve only got these old converse’ she says with a slight tone of embarrassment. Handing them over to me. I breathe a sense of relief. Converse, I can do.

‘Do you need help putting them on?’ Sophie mockingly with a hit of sarcasm.

I do not dignify her with an answer as I look at the Converse, she has given me. They are black high tops, that are clearly well worn.  The shoes are much smaller than mine and they would, no way in hell, fit me before all this, I am a size eleven. The laces stand out straight away as they have been replaced with thick bright yellow ones. I sit down and begin putting them on. I notice the size label on the inside of the tongue, Apparently, my feet are now size 6. Once I have got a shoe on each foot, I bend over to tie up the laces. My boobs just start hanging off my chest. The bra and strap top are not really doing much to keep them contained. I start fumbling with the laces as I try my hardest to do them up. It is not helped by the fact my hands are now so much smaller than I am used to, also having to constantly blow my now lushes blonde hair out of my eyes. Once I have finished doing both shoes up, I sit back up in the seat in triumph only to be confronted by more hair in the face. I start flicking and swiping at my face to get the hair out of my eyes in real frustration.

‘Tuck your hair behind your ears Amy’ I hear muted. Sophie is putting her make-up on and talks to me via the mirror as she is concentrating on finishing her lipstick. I see her eyes scoot to look at me in the mirror as resume to swipe at my hair trying to get it to behave.

‘Right, now it’s your turn’ she says while holding up her lipstick and turning back around to look at me. Her make-up looked fantastic! I was not used to seeing her with loads of the stuff on as we mostly saw each other at work. She had used a green eye shadow which just made her stunning blue eyes pop. The bright red lipstick made her look like a dame from a 1950’s noir film.

‘First things first, however’ Sophie says while thrusting her left arm out towards me. I give her a sideways glance as she just holds her arms right in front of my face.

‘Amy’ she huffs.

Uncomfortable seconds pass as Soph continues to just stare at me with her arm held out in front of me. I decided to give her a high five, as I clearly do not get what she wants from me. The high five hits, but she does not look overly impressed with me. Her face scrunches up and gives me a frustrated look like I am annoying on purpose. Her arm, however, is still just held out in front of me. I start to really get confused as to what is happening. I decided the best possible thing I could do if she was not looking for a high five, was to go for a fist bump.

‘No doi, Amy’ Sophie laughs to herself. ‘Tom I’d completely forgotten, for a moment there, you’re not actually female. No wonder you’re not getting it’. The arm, she was holding out at me, moves up to my head, and she gives me a patronizing pat of the head. She gives me three small pats on the head, making me feel silly in all honesty. On the last one, she leaves her hand on my head and steps behind the chair that I am sitting on, pressing on my head as she moves. I begin to turn my head to look at her, but she stops me with both her hands on either side of my face. Her hands begin moving to the back of my head in a sweeping movement. I feel a slight pull on my scalp. Then clicked in my mind! What she was doing was my hair! Sophie was putting my blonde locks into a ponytail. My head was rocked from side to side as she wrestled with the hair to tie it up.

‘Just an FYI, I was offering one of my hair ties from around my wrist’ Sophie tells me as she drops my ponytail. The hair tickles the back of my neck as it brushes from side to side.

‘Oh,’ I answer, as she pats me on the head again.

‘Okay then’ followed by a pause from Sophie. ‘I think we just need to finish your make up we are ready to go eat! I think I’m going to get a steak or something’.

Many minutes later, after being prodded, poked, and brushed she stands back to admire her progress. Having her put on my make-up was not what I would call fun. The lipstick part was fine, but when she was doing my eyes, it was like she was trying to poke them out. I get a smile from her as she moves back from me. Sophie begins putting her stuff back into her bag, while she was doing that, I catch a glance in the mirror, she has gone with dark Smokey eyes on me but the same colour lipstick. I look good!

‘Right! You ready to lock up and go?’ Sophie declares while swinging her backpack on with real excitement.

I look around me on the floor and shake my head. I need to pack all uniforms away as I do not think Geoff would appreciate it all being left on the office floor. I start to gather my uniform from the floor and pack it into my bag, and as I do begin to start feeling nervous. I couldn’t tell you if it was all the new sensations as my body moved, like the weight of my boobs and how they swing when I move, or if it was because I was about to spend the evening with Sophie, at long last.

‘Come on Amy’ she demands while standing at the door with one hand on its handle.

‘Make sure you bring your bag though. Those clothes you are wearing now won’t fit or suit you tomorrow’. Sophie persists with a little laughter.

Once we had gathered all our stuff, we headed for the exit of the store. The street, out front, was quiet, much to my relief. I still was not sure I was going to convince anyone that I was female.

‘Right then, Amy, follow me, I know a good place’ Sophie says while tugging at my right arm.

I take a deep breath in. So, my night with Sophie, as my now alter ego called Amy, beings I thought to myself with a sense of excitement and worry. I am glad I am not working tomorrow; I am in for a long night!

CHAPTER 2

We walked, for what felt like, bloody miles. Trying to keep up with Sophie as she walked was never hard before but now, I have a much shorter stride. At one point I learned my first unbelievably valuable ‘girl’ lesson. I tried doing a little jog to catch up with her and, I swear, almost got knocked out by my own boobs. I will not be doing that again unless I invest in a hard-core sports bra. The wind had started to pick up also, which made me really notice the fact my shoulders were really exposed with what I was wearing. I thought to myself, next time I am out with a girl, and she looks cold, I will offer my jacket straight away.

The cold did not seem to be bothering Sophie, who was still wearing her work uniform. Part of me did feel a slight feeling of guilt that I was wearing her change of clothes, but then I remembered, she put me in this situation! While following her, I did, however, get to appreciate her plump bum and the wag it did when she walked. This did make me wonder if I was doing that same wag as I walked, or if I was still walking like my old self.

We eventually arrived at a small restaurant called Nineteens. From the outside, I looked like a trendy wine bar. I had not been here before, but Sophie reckons it's good, I have no reason to doubt her. As we arrived at the front door of the restaurant Sophie opened the door and ushered me in.

‘Ladies first’ Sophie said with glee as she held the door open. I gave her a wry smile as I walked past her and into the restaurant. The Restaurant was alive with sounds of laughter, people chatting, and clanking cutlery. I started to feel like all eyes were on me. If I walked into a busy restaurant wearing makeup and a skirt when I was a guy, I would have people staring at me but as I looked around, nobody was looking at me. Sophie put her left hand on my behind, as she pushes me further into the restaurant. She ushered me towards the waiting area to get seated. A male waiter, who had noticed us, had begun to smile wider as we got closer.

“Hello, ladies!” the waiter said smiling directly at us. He seemed so tall compared to me. He must have been a similar height to the real me, but towers over Sophie's body. I really got an idea of what it must be like for Sophie when she talks to me. A hell of a lot of looking up!

‘Wow! I must be seeing double here’ the waiter said as he looked us both up and down. I look over at Sophie with a real sense of worry on my face. Had we been caught out already!?

“We get that all the time!” Sophie says with a huge grin. ‘We are identical twins. My Sister, Amy, is stunning, isn’t she?’

‘Ah, yes, yes she is’ he says meekly while his cheeks go bright red.

‘Right’ he continues, while steadying himself, ‘Table for two? Are we expecting any boyfriends joining you?’

A shiver goes down my spine when I hear him asking if I had a boyfriend!? The idea of me having a boyfriend and this guy suggesting I might have one, makes me feel extremely peculiar. My face goes completely blank as I look at him while I shake my head.

‘No?’ he questions and gives me a cheeky smile. ‘Ok, lovely ladies, please follow me to a table’.

The waiter picks up two menus and begins to walk us into the restaurant. I turn to Sophie and pull an annoyed face. I can’t help but feel she is enjoying my awkwardness! She needs to give me a break! How would she deal with being suddenly changed into a man? Sophie starts to follow him, as she walks past, I give her a gentle playful shove which pushes her off balance. I think she realizes that I am trying to signal to her to stop enjoying my suffering as much as she is! she lets out a giggle as she regains her balance.

We arrive at a table for two, in a cosy corner. As we both approach the waiter pulls out a chair for me. I look at him with a lost expression and find myself not knowing what to do. This was not normal behaviour for another man towards me.

‘Amy?’ Sophie questions already seated and glancing at the menu in front of her on the table.

I snap out of my daze, place my bag on the floor and sit. Even sitting feels completely different now, I think to myself. My skirt feels like it's riding up and my manhood is on show. I fidget back and forward in my seat desperately trying to pull my skirt down, just to try and feel a little less exposed.

‘Right then, I’m Frank, your waiter this evening’ he says while smirking at my clearly uncomfortable fidgeting. ‘here are the specials this evening’ he continues while placing a smaller menu in front of us both.

‘Any drinks to get you started ladies?’ Frank asks as he finds his pen and pad.

‘Can we have a bottle of the house white?’ Sophie responds before I have even had a second to look at either menu.

I glare at her. I do not want wine! I do not even like the stuff! I continue glaring at her, but she avoids eye contact with me and smiles at the waiter.

‘Righto, I will get that for you, and I will give you a few moments to look at the menu,’ Frank mutters while writing on his pad.

As Frank walks off to go see another table, Sophie finally meets my glare, eye to eye. She laughs a little while giving me a huge smile. I am a little annoyed that she ordered for me! I know I should calm down as it is still nice to finally be out with her just one on one. I always kind of felt bad about liking her as much as I do, as she does have a boyfriend. Just being opposite her in this setting is worth putting up with all these weird new sensations. My ponytail, tickling my back was a feeling I could get used to as It was like I had paid for someone to follow me all day to tickle me gently with a feather. The height was something I was not too keen on. Not only did most people now tower over me but I am also sure I can only just about reach the floor with my feet while sitting on this dining chair.

As we both sit at the table reading the menu, Sophie breaks the silence with a whisper.

‘I think the waiter has taken a little liking to you, Amy, my twin sis.’

Her words send shivers down my spine. The thought of any man finding me attractive is just alien.

‘Ah, Nah I don’t think so’ I respond slowly, trying to hold back my disgust. ‘I don’t think I’m his type.’ I say as I move my attention to the menu, hoping she will just stop talking.

“Not his type!” Sophie scoffs. “You understand, right now you’re a beautiful young woman! May I add, a beautiful, single woman, who has made herself look pretty with makeup and nice clothes, I see a sexy, single woman in front of me! You are his type.’”

I try not to react to what she is saying. even if it is logically true, I do not want to give her that satisfaction. I then wonder to myself; how did I end up in this situation? The worst thing about it is that I almost feel excited about the prospect of someone being attracted to me! Even if it is a guy. Surely, I think to myself, I am not that desperate! As my mind starts comprehending my womanhood, it occurs to me. People know that Sophie does not have a twin. What is Sophie going to do while I’m going around pretending to be her?

“Sophie?” I enquire as rub my baby-smooth chin. “If I’m pretending to be you, what are you going to do?”

She turns her head to onside, causing her hair to fall and cover the confused look on her face. “What do you mean, what will I do?” She questions as she pins back the fallen clump of hair behind her ear.

I place the menu down flat on the table and lean in towards her. As I do, the weight of my tits was very noticeable, as they almost touch the table. “You don’t have a twin sister and people know what. I have to pretend to be you, so what are you going to do while I’m being you?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Sophie leans back in her chair and lets out a little sigh. “Yeah, I will have to think of something,” she says as she scratches the back of her head.

I give her a smug look, happy knowing that I’m right, but at the same time I find myself a little worried. Seems like she has not completely thought all of this through. I hope she knows what she is doing! I know I really like this girl but I’m not sure I want to get stuck like her! As that thought crosses my mind, Frank comes over to take our orders. Sophie takes another liberty and orders for us both as she claims I need to watch my figure.

We really started having a good time when the main course arrived. As I and Sophie chatted, it felt just like normal. For long periods of the meal, I had forgotten all about the fact that I was not currently inhabiting my own body. Awkward moments during the meal did happen. Frank kept trying to flirt with me every time he brought the food, which Sophie did think was hilarious. Also having to use the ‘ladies’ room for the first time in my life was an experience. Usually, I could hold it in between courses but in this woman’s body, it was painful trying to keep it in. The experience was mostly the same as urination as a man, apart from the obvious. Pulling my thong back up, after my wee, did bring a small smile to my face as the material nestled in my bum crack.

As we finished our desserts, I realized just how much id been enjoying the white wine Sophie had ordered. We had gone through 3 bottles of the stuff. At this point, I tried to remember just how many glasses of the stuff I had drunk. I was feeling lightheaded and liked I had drunk a lot, but I just could not remember drinking all that much. Looking over at Sophie, she had looked red in the face, which made me think, she had drunk most of the wine. It did not occur to me, at this point, maybe due to my tipsy state of mind, that I am a much smaller person than I was before so I would get drunk a lot quicker.

I was starting to get a lot of strange but lovely sensations from my body as we waited for them to bring the bill over. My tits had really started getting my attention. They were feeling extremely sensitive and I kept having to urge to grab them. It was hard holding back the urge, especially when I looked down at myself. My tits are pretty much out on show for the world to see, only being held back by the skimpy strap top I had on. Frank, came to our table, at this point, with the card machine. Sophie paid like she said she would and as she was paying, I found myself looking at Frank's bum. He was wearing very tight skinny black jeans. His ass was very tight, and I could not stop looking at it. I could hear Sophie and Frank talking but I had completely zoned out, so I did not hear what was being said. I held my head in my hands while learning on the table just staring at his behind. My mind had really started wondering as I started wondering to myself what it was like to have sex as a girl.

‘Amy! Come on, we need to get ready to go?’ Sophie whispered directly in my right ear.

Startled, I came around from my zoned-out state. I realized I was staring completely into space as Franks looking bum was long gone. Turning to look at Sophie, she had a big tipsy-looking grin on her face. She helped me up out of my seat and locked her arm around mine as she pulled me out of the chair. I stumble a little as bend down to grab my bag, but Sophie strong enough to hold me up. We start stumbling out of the restaurant as we do, I turn to Sophie to ask her a question.

‘Do you think Frank was hitting on me?’ I ask, what I thought was very subtlety.

I did not get a response from her as she held open the door with her left arm. We both fumbled through the doorway and into the street. Outside was dark and cold, but the streets were bustling with people walking about, enjoying the evening time. The cold started doing a number on me, as I was not used to having barely any clothing covering my shoulders. I started to shiver. Sophie must have noticed me starting to shiver as her grip on my arm tightened as she began to pull me in a direction down the road. I almost fell over as she pulled me as my feet could not keep up with the rest of me.

‘Where are we going?’ I slurred at her while trying to keep up.

‘We need to go check you in at the hotel around the corner’ She said while pulling me in another direction after turning a corner.

I was awfully glad Sophie was with me, looking after me. We crossed a few roads and took a couple of turns. I clung to her arm as we made our way to the hotel. I felt like I did not really need to hold on to her, but I liked the contact. I think she thought I did need someone to hold me up. I guess she thought I was rather drunk. When we reached the Holiday Hotel and stumbled into the reception. Sophie plonked me down on the first lobby chair she could find. Even if I was now like a foot smaller, I guess I am still a lot of effort to pull around.

‘Ok, Amy, stay right here, I will go check us in’ She said to me as I stare back up at her from my seat. I felt a little embarrassed as I look up at her.

‘Wow Sophie’ I exclaim as she looks down at me in the chair. ‘You’re so pretty’ I continue.

She gives me a wry smile as she turns around and begins walking towards the check-in desk. Sitting on the chair waiting I raise both my legs off the ground and stick them straight out in front of me. I take an extended long look at the pair of black Converse, on my feet. Staring at them, I kept thinking was how small my feet are. getting bored of my feet, I look up towards the check-in desk and at Sophie, who was talking with the staff member behind the desk. I study her from top to bottom. She has such an amazing figure. Long sexy legs with tight thighs, a super plump bum that fills the clothes she wears, an hourglass figure most women would die for, and lovely long flowing hair. I found myself beginning to rub my crotch area as I stared at her as if I were searching for my penis to give it a little tug. I did not mind the fact my penis was not there as much as I thought I would as I was still having nice sensations coming from that area. It was like a pleasing warmth, that was coming from my crotch. All I wanted to do was touch it. Saved from the embarrassment of trying to drunken masturbate in public by my skirt, that was pulled very tight due to the fact I was sitting with my legs wide apart. Seconds later I was again being pulled up out of the chair by Sophie.

‘Lifts are this way Amy, come on’ Sophie said softly while helping me get steady on my feet.

We made our way into the lift and into the hotel room. It was just a cheap run-of-the-mill hotel but, as we walked in, I thought to myself, at least I am longer on view for all to see in this feminine form. Sophie continues to help me into the room and onto the bed.

‘Thank you, Sophie.’ I mumbled as I laid down on the bed. I had defiantly had too much wine as the room was spinning. I reach out above me to try to move a pillow under my head, but my ponytail gets in the way of me getting comfortable.

‘Augh, I can’t sleep with this hair!’ I moan as I grab the hair tie keeping my hair up and throw it across the room.

I almost hit Sophie with it, and I get a stern look from her. I shrug my shoulders at her and with a sassy shake of my head, I allow my hair to flick backward and forwards in front of my face, just like a woman in a shampoo commercial.

‘Alright, Missy’ Sophie chuckles.

I lay my head down on the pillow now that it's more comfortable. The room is still spinning so I close my eyes.

CHAPTER 3

I pick up the hair tie Tom threw at me, that was on the floor, and put it back on my wrist. As I do, I look at him splayed out on the bed. His hair was covering his face and working its way into his wide-open mouth. The makeup I had painstakingly put on him was all smudged and rubbed off. I guess I cannot blame him, this is his first night out as a woman. He was doing fantastically well at being a girl, right up until he started downing glass after glass of the wine at dinner.

‘I guess you were more nervous than you were letting on tonight, isn’t that right Tom?’ I whisper as I move some of the hair out of his mouth.

Once I had moved the bulk of the hair out of his mouth, I continued looking down at him. He is sleeping and nonresponsive to the question I had just asked.

‘Righto, so this is what I look like after I’ve had a few drinks?’ I chuckle, as I look down at him sleeping like a baby. ‘Not a pretty sight for me to see’ I continue muttering as I walk over to the hotel room mirror. I stare myself down in the mirror for a moment or two. I was finding it hard to focus as I stood there trying to look into my own eyes.

‘I think you’ve had one too many to drink tonight as well Sophie, haven’t you?’ I say to my reflection in the mirror.

The staring contest, with my own reflection, is interrupted by my phone vibrating in the back pocket of my jeans. I knew who was texting me before I even looked at the phone. Alan, my boyfriend had been texting me all night. I had been ignoring the messages all evening, so I thought to myself I would better text him back and let him know that I am ok. It was not going to be easy coming up with a believable lie to what I and Tom had been up to since we finished work but, I could not tell him the truth either. I have not told anyone about the formula I have that makes people’s appearances change, not even Alan, my boyfriend. I swipe to open my phone and Alan has sent me multiple messages asking the same questions. Where are you and why aren’t you messaging me back? The last message I had sent to him was when Geoff had told me, earlier today, that he wanted me to go to the Barista championships this year, so I decided to base my lie on that.

I start spinning my text message lie to him. I tell him that I was super nervous about the championship, so I have stayed at work longer to practice with Tom and Geoff. I also tell him that I am staying in the city tonight so I can get to work early again to do some more practice before the store opens. I try to explain why I have not responded too. I do this by making an excuse about my phone being in my bag and I have only just looked at it. I finish off my message with multiple kisses. I set my phone to silent and place it on the counter in front of the mirror. My thoughts are running wild in my head. What is Alan going to think if he finds out what I am doing here with Tom? What if he does not believe my lie? Worst of all, what if he finds out what I have done to Tom? He would never understand let alone believe it!

I slump into the hotel room chair and put my face into my hands. I can feel the negative emotions welling up inside me as my eyes begin to tear up. My mind was fixating on how I am not good enough to win this competition myself, and how pathetic I am having to use my gift on Tom to have him do it for me. I take my head out of my hands and look up at him on the bed. I wipe at my face, with my forearm, to clear my vision from the tears.

‘I’m sorry Tom’ I whimper. ‘I really need this competition to go well. This is my ticket to a better life, and I hope you understand’ I continue.

Tom does not respond to my whimpering as he is still very much asleep.

‘You don’t know how jealous I am of you. You always take so well to anything you do!’ I whine with a slight hint of annoyance.

‘Look at you tonight! You are turned into a woman, without consent, and you own it from the get-go!’ why can’t I be like you!?’ I cry and throw my head back into my hands.

I sob into my hands while feeling like I had let everyone down. My sobbing comes to an abrupt stop when Tom makes a grunting noise. I do not want him to see my crying, so in a shocked manner, I wipe the tears from my eyes and sit forward with a smile. Lucky enough for me, he was just making sounds in his sleep. I sit back in the chair with a sigh of relief.

‘You really have taken well to being transformed into a girl, haven’t you Tom’ I say to him softly.

The room is again silent as he sleeps, but this gets me thinking about what Tom said at the restaurant. If he is indeed going to being me for the competition, then I need to do something about my appearance. After all, he is right, there cannot be two Sophie’s walking around. I mean, how else am I going to watch the competition? The people who know me, know I do not have a twin sister called Amy. I look around the room and locate Tom’s backpack which has been thrown carelessly onto the floor. I franticly open his bag and begin rummaging around in it. I pull out several items of his clothing and uniform, but I do not find what I am looking for. I then however pull out the pair of boxers he was wearing today before I changed him into a girl. They do smell a little bit rife, but I press on.

‘Here we go!’ I say with glee as I hold up a tiny curly pubic hair that I have just pulled out of his boxers.

I grab a single sheet of tissue from the box of tissues sitting on the bedside table of the hotel room. I place the single pubic hair onto it for safekeeping. Sitting down at the desk in the room, I reach over to my bag and pull out what I need to make the transformation formula. Most of the items I need are in a small silver metal tin. I place the tin on the counter next to the square of tissue paper. I then make my way over to the hotel room kettle, which I need to boil some water for the formula. Filling the kettle up from the tap in the bathroom I place it back down on its base and turn it on. I sit at the desk and open the tin in preparation.

“Sophie?” I hear softly, which makes me jump. Tom had woken up with all the noise I was making.

“Yes, Blue eyes?” I say softly back as I concentrate on what I’m doing.

I turn to look at him as I hear him sitting up in the bed. He still looks drunk, and like he has been pulled through a hedge backward, from the state of his hair.

“What are you doing?” He asks while brushing the hair out of his eyes.

I Smile at him, as he continues to struggle with his hair. I take the hair tie off my wrist and throw it at him. It lands on his lap and he grabs it with a smile and ties his hair back. He manages to put his hair up without my assistance this time. It is still a bit of a rat’s nest, but he seems pleased with himself. He stands up, with a little wobble, and comes over to the table. I sit in the chair and look up at him while he investigates what I am doing.

“What are you doing, Soph?” He says as his face scrunches up.

I sit back in my chair. I very quickly ponder to myself how much of the trust I should tell him. On the one hand, he is doing me a massive favour, but on the other, I could get him mixed up in something that he does not deserve to be mixed up in. He pulls the tin closer to himself and looks inside. I decide not to stop him from looking inside. I think I at least owe him that, I have completely changed his gender. He picks up one of the small glass vials inside the tin.

“What is this?” he questions with a glazed-over expression.

“Within this vial is years of gene manipulation research,” I tell him as open the palm of my hand so he can give it back.

He does give the vial back to me and I put it gently back into the tin. I then look up at him, he clearly has more questions. I close the lid on the box again and lean back into my chair expecting the Spanish inquisition. Tom looks down at me, with a stern expression.

“How in God’s name do you have this!?” He exclaims while pointing at the tin.

“This is my Dad's research,” I say while hanging my head. “My dad had been working on gene manipulation and this is the results of his work” I continue.

I can feel his gaze on me as I look down at the floor. Nothing is said for a moment as silence fills the room. I begin to bring my head back up and I see Tom sit at the end of the bed. He sits with his legs wide open, in a very un-ladylike manner. I reach over and place a hand on his right knee.

“This stuff is the reason that right now, you are a girl,” I say with a calm voice. I lean into his knee with my arm and look directly into his big blue eyes. “My Dad entrusted this to me. No one knows I have it. A lot of people are looking for it. I need you to not tell anyone” I say slowly to him while keeping eye contact. I push his wide-open legs together so that his knees are together. “Sit like this when wearing a skirt, Blue eyes, ok?”

Tom gives me a smile. He then places his hand, onto my hand, which is still touching his knee. Neither of us moves. My hand on his knee and his on mine. I keep looking into those big blue eyes and he does the same. It was an odd experience. I felt like I was sharing a beautiful moment of understanding with another human being but at the same time, I felt like I was talking to myself in the mirror.

“It’s between me and you, Soph,” he says with a reassuring tone. “I mean, I’m sporting a vagina, boobs, and thong for you, Blue eyes. I think we can keep this between me and you” he continues as he takes his hand off mine and leans back on the bed.

I sigh a sense of relief. “Tom, I think it may be useful if I just show what this stuff does,” I say while re-opening the tin.

“Oh?” he questions while leaning forward. “Who are you going to change me into now?” He pauses for a moment “I don’t want to be changed into a schoolgirl or something like that Soph, ok?” Tom jokes but with a worried laugh.

I give a little chuckle at the idea of turning him into a schoolgirl as I grab the two vials from the tin that I need. I then grab an empty teacup from the side and pull the tissue, that has Tom’s pubic hair, from his boxer shorts, closer to me.

“You’re not one who is changing this time. You are already perfect as you are” I tell him with a smile and a wink. “You are currently getting practice pretending to be me, so I need to get practice being you.”

“What? You’re going to change your appearance to mine?” Tom questions hard with a shocked expression.

I look at him and let out a little laugh. “Yes, you were right! I need to learn how to be you. How else am I going to come to the competition?” I retort back him.

“Okay then. This should be interesting” Tom laughs while throwing his head backward. “Ok Soph, or should I say, future Tom, show me how this all works”.

I pause for a moment before I get to work. I look down at myself. I grab my boobs with my hands and give them a little bounce. It is going to be weird without these for a little while I think to myself while bouncing them. I then move my hands to my crotch.

“I will miss you too Betty” I whisper to myself as I give my crotch a little rub.

Tom starts laughing to himself. “You named it Betty?” he chuckles.

I look over at him with a very cheeky grin. “I’m going to name your penis something too when I get it” I laugh.

I get up and fetch the kettle, which finished boiling a while back. As I do, I hear tom whisper to himself, under his breath, just how mad this whole situation is. As I sit back down in the chair, I tell Tom to watch closely. Grabbing a little plastic syringe out of the tin I get to work. I take a small measure of fluid from the vial containing the pale blue liquid. I tell Tom that this one is the catalyst for the gene manipulation inside our bodies. I also inform him, while squeezing out the syringe into the teacup, that this one is the reason the transformations are almost instant. Then, I take the second vial, which contains a pale green liquid. I take a small measure of it. I squeeze the pale green liquid into the teacup and give it a little swirl. I tell him the green liquid is a protein technology that allows our DNA to change. The final touch is for me to add the DNA sample for the host body to change into. After, I place Tom’s pubic hair in the teacup. He tells me that he would rather not know where I got that from. Finally, I add a sachet of instant coffee into the cup and fill it with water from the kettle.

“Why did you add the coffee?” Tom asks in confusion.

“Well, Tom, I’m about to drink chemicals with one of your pubic hairs in. So” I pause and turn my head to the side, “I think you can forgive me if I want this drink to taste like something I like.”

He laughs, but his laughter is short-lived. “Did you put one of your pubic hairs in that drink you made for me earlier?” He questions with a concerned face.

I turn my head to one side and look at him again with a grin. “No, I did not,” I say with conviction “Tom, if you don’t remember from earlier when I got you dressed, we are clean-shaven down there. I used an eyebrow hair earlier.”

Standing up out of the chair, I being to remove my clothing. Piece by piece I remove all my clothing and jewellery until I am standing in front of Tom in just my knickers. As I undress, I can see Tom getting all fidgety, like I was making him uncomfortable. I bet, if he still had his penis, he would be trying to hide an erection, I think to myself with a smile.

“If I’ve got my measurements right, I should change back at roughly the same time tomorrow as you do,” I tell him while picking up the concoction that I had just made.

I turn around and walk towards the hotel room toilet with the teacup in hand. As I walk through the door of the toilet, I slip my knickers off and with a flick of my foot, throw them behind me. I shut the door behind me and take one last look at myself in the toilet mirror. I down the drink as quickly as I can. The thought of drinking pubic hair was not appealing. My vision blurred as I held onto the sink counter for stability. My breathing became extremely heavy. It was like I had just done the hundred-meter sprint. As I begin to get control of my breathing my vision starts to come back to normal. I look up and into the mirror. Tom is staring back at me. I smile and the Tom in the mirror smiles back. Multiple new sensations hit me all over my body. The height I now stood, the lack of weight on my chest, the feel of hair all over my body, and, most of all, the feel of cock and balls between my legs. I stand back from the counter and look down at myself. My line of sight is no longer obscured by my pair of tits. This gives me a direct sight of the, rather large, limp sausage, pointing out from between my legs. Using my right hand, I grasp my new penis. Wow, I think to myself, this is a nice-sized cock.

“Tom” I shout out, not really controlling the loudness of my new deep voice. “Your cock is huge!” I continue shouting from within the toilet.

The toilet door swings open and Tom stands in the doorway with both his hands on his hips. He was pulling a mighty feminine pose, almost like he was a housewife who had caught their husband in bed with another woman. A little shocked, I turn to him, still with my penis in hand.

“Maybe, you should put some boxers on Sophie!” Tom barks at me as I stand there looking at him.

I barely listen to what he is saying. I continue to be amazed by my newfound body parts. I had transformed in the past when my dad had been researching this. I had also, never transformed into the opposite gender. My dad, when developing his research, used to get me and my mum to transform into each other. I guess, he thought, that it would be easier on my then-teenage brain, to comprehend being my mother rather than someone of the male variety. We never did the transformations for long. It was maybe one to two hours max. I do have some funny memories of the role reversal that I and my mother had, during those numerous two hours life swaps. I remember this one time, when we swapped lives, my mother had to act in a school play, like me. I very much enjoyed being the proud mother in the audience as she made a fool out of herself on stage.

My mind had started wandering down memory lane until I was rudely interrupted by Tom. He had thrown a pair of boxer shorts at my face. As the boxers fall to the floor, I take my hand off my new penis and catch them. I hold them out in front of me and quickly realize that these are the same boxers Tom had worn earlier today.

“Gross Tom!” I boom, still not controlling my new voice. “These are the ones you wore today, aren’t they?”

“Guys don’t bring a change in underwear Sophie. So, put them on!” Tom says to me with a satisfied grin. “A small punishment for changing me into you without asking.” He continues to say as a small smile appears on his face.

I walk towards him, as he stands in the toilet doorway. It really becomes apparent, to us both, how odd we both feel about the new height difference between us. I now can look directly over him, without any effort. He does not look comfortable with how tall I am. I bend and reach down to the floor to pick up the knickers I had kicked off before my transformation. Tom recoils back a little bit as I do. His reaction makes me feel immensely powerful. I clearly intimidated him with my newfound size. As I stand back up, I bring the knickers up into view.

“What if I wear these Tom?” I laugh as I dangle the knickers in front of us both “I could show people how in touch with my feminine side I am.”

I do not get a positive reaction from Tom. He huffs at me. I try to irritate him further by modelling the knickers in front of my penis while pulling off very feminine poses. Tom again huffs while finding his bag and picking it up.

“Do what you want!” He scoffs while throwing his bag at me and shutting the toilet door.

I chuckle. I was successful at irritating him. If he does not care, I think to myself, then I will wear the knickers. I pull them up to my hairy legs and adjust them around my cock and balls. I love the feel of the satin on my penis and the knickers do a good job of holding it all in. I pull some poses in the mirror, the sight of Tom in a pair of knickers brings me great joy. Something I thought that I would never see. Turning my attention away from pulling poses, I grab his bag and search for a change of clothes. I pull out a pair of blue skinny jeans and a red plaid button shirt.

CHAPTER 4

“What are you doing in there?” I exclaim to Sophie from outside the toilet door. “You’ve been ages! I’m concerned!” I continue, while I consider if I should just walk in and check on her.

“I won’t be a minute” I hear her call out. Her voice is now very deep, it makes me feel like I sound like a ten-year-old compared. I decided to take her word for it. I would not want to walk on her doing something she should not be doing with my body.

“If I don’t know, it can’t hurt me” I whisper to myself as I move away from the toilet door and sit on the edge of the hotel bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, my head starts to really throb. I must be getting over my tipsy state and moving onto an early hangover of sorts. I sit forward and bring my hands to my face to cover my eyes.

“Hello beautiful, do you come here often?” Sophie says with a suave voice while standing directly in front of me. I did not hear her come out of the bathroom and due to having my hands over my eyes, I did not see her coming either. She makes me jump out of my skin.

“Christ!” I scream, in a deafening high-pitched voice, which makes me feel even more self-conscience about the sound of my own voice compared to Sophie’s now more masculine tone. I fidget further back on the bed as she stands in front of me pulling, what I can only describe as, a Superhero pose.

“What do you think? Do I wear you well?” Sophie asks while still pulling a pose and having a proud expression on her face.

I sigh, then throw myself backward on the bed but my legs still hanging over the edge. “Sophie,” I say, as I put my left arm over my eyes. “You are me, and I always look good!” I reply, with a hint of sarcasm.

The bed, around me, starts moving up and down as Sophie clambers over me. Still, with my arm, covering my eyes, I can hear her giggling directly over me.

“What’s the matter, Sophie?” she says to me with a giggle. Before I could answer her, she had already grabbed my arm and started moving it away from my face. As she moves my arm away, I am greeted with the sight of her, over me, on all fours, and smiling from ear to ear. I felt like she is massive compared to me. It makes me feel intimidated to think that I would not be able to move her, even if I wanted to. It was also very creepy to have your face looking down at you, with such a stupid smile, when you were not the one controlling it. As I looked into her green eyes, it registered, did she just call me Sophie?

“Did you just call me Sophie?” I ask, confused.

“Yes, my dear Sophie, I did,” She says while continuing to smile down at me.

“Why?” I question, as I push on her chest to get her to back off a bit.

“Just getting you used to your name.” She replies. “You need to be able to respond when someone calls you Sophie, that is your name right now.”

Her logic is true. She is no longer Sophie, but now me, and because of that, I am no longer her twin, so I guess I do take her place as Sophie. I sigh again at this realization and turn my head away, so I no longer have to look at her smiling face. She then collapses next to me on the bed. Lying next to me, she turns her head to look at me.

“Want to go check out the hotel bar?” She asks, hopefully.

I Shrug and turn my head back to the centre and look up at the ceiling.

“What is the matter?” she asks softly while sitting up and looking over at me. I say nothing as I continue to look up at the ceiling. Sophie, impatiently, starts poking at me, trying to get me to talk. She pokes me several times in the shoulder. It starts to hurt me, I guess she does not realize, she is not so dainty anymore.

“Ok, ok!” I huff, as I stop her from poking me further. “I… I… I am feeling a bit emasculated right now. I mean look at you! I feel like you are massive compared to me! I am… I’m feeling … well, I’m feeling a little intimidated by you.” I tell her as I can feel myself welling up as I struggle to get that sentence out.

I continue looking up at the ceiling as tears start rolling down my cheek. I cannot really explain why I am crying. It is like my body just turned on the tap when Sophie asks if I was ok. My currently female body must be having more of an effect on my emotions than I thought. Those emotions of mine do seem like they are all over the place. They also feel like they are many times more powerful than before too.

“You feel emasculated?” Sophie probes while lying back down on the bed next to me.

“I guess,” I say quietly with a sniff. I roll my head, on the bed, in her direction. “Seeing you, with my penis in your hands, made me feel envious of you. It is like I am a Beta male now. I’m not tall, my voice is high, and I do not even have a penis.” I say to her, as I sob a little.

“You feel like a Beta male?” Sophie questions, while turning her head, on the bed, to look at me.

She starts laughing aloud, which I certainly did not find at all funny! Here I am, telling her how I feel and why I am upset, and she just laughs it off.

“So, essentially, you do not feel very masculine right now?” Sophie struggles to say, as she continues to laugh.

“I guess” I respond while brushing away some of the tears rolling down my face.

“Well, that’s silly!” Sophie expresses while sitting up on the bed again. She looks over at me as I continue to wipe tears from my eyes. “Do you think that I feel feminine right now? I have a deep voice, massive hands, big feet, I have hair all over my body, I have hair on my bloody face, and that is not to mention my new little friend between my legs! I do not at all feel feminine” Sophie rants.

She places a hand gently onto my belly and smiles. “I do not feel feminine, and that’s ok. Right now, I am a boy. This means, I do not have to worry about how pretty my hair looks, I do not have to worry about what my makeup looks like, I don’t have to push out my chest, and act all dainty, I can fart and burp, without judgment and best of all, all the guys will be jealous of me out with you.” Sophie says with gusto.

Sophie gets off the bed and stands in front of me. “I am going to enjoy what I can, while I can Sophie,” She says to me while grabbing both my hands and pulling me up off the bed. She then guides me, with both hands on my shoulders, to the chair in front of the mirror and sits me down in front of it.

“Think about it! You can enjoy lovely long pretty hair, you can put on makeup to be beautiful, you can wear tight sexy clothing, you can show off your rack and bum, you can be dainty and soft and best of all you can do all those things men are not supposed to do knowing that you won’t be judged for it.” She says looking at me through the reflection of the mirror.

Sophie then pulls out my hair tie and lets it fall over my shoulders. “Also” Sophie starts saying as she plays with my hair. “Also, you do not have to be macho to dominate the other men around you. In my body, you give them the right attention, and they will be eating out of your hand” She exclaims as she gives me a big smile.

I still feel rather dejected. Sophie continues to play with my hair.

“Do you want me to teach you some things about being me?” She says to me while looking at me through the mirror.

I nod. She smiles back at me.

“Ok, first things first!” Sophie says with an excited tone. She finds her bag on the floor and pulls out her makeup bag. She places it down in front of me on the hotel room desk. She pulls out a few bits and one by one places them in front of me. She then moves behind me and places both her hands on my shoulders again.

“Tom, this is an opportunity, for us both, to learn a lot about the opposite sex! This will make us, both, appreciate men and women so much more! Let us make the most of it!” Sophie mutters in my ear from behind.

She is right! I need to enjoy this experience while I can! I look directly into her eyes, through the mirror, and give her an ear-to-ear smile.

“Ok, Tom!” I say to her passionately. “Teach me about all this makeup guff.” I continue while gesturing towards the items she placed on the table. She moves away from me and kneels in front of the hotel room fridge.

“Shall we drink a little more? It will loosen us both up!” Sophie says while pulling out a couple of miniatures and a can of fizzy drink. I am not given the time to answer her. Sophie grabs two glasses and pours both of us a drink. Once she hands the drink to me, we both clink glasses. I follow up the clink with a big glug of the drink.

We continue drinking, from the mini bar, as she teaches me about being a woman. I found it interesting, as she taught me one by one, what to do with each makeup item she placed on the counter. She gets me to apply it and I do a surprisingly good job. After that, she taught me a few hairstyles. It was funny, braiding my own hair. I went with the Swedish style hair with a braid over each shoulder. This, in my mind, was easier for me to manage than the fancy hairstyles Sophie wanted me to wear. We also paraded up and down the hotel room as we taught each other how to walk as the opposite sex. Trying to keep my thighs together and walk from the hips did not come naturally to me at first. I think this was due to the fact I was still walking like I had a cock and balls to protect. Sophie seemed to get walking like a guy easier. Though walking like she did before, with a cock and balls, would cause her to change her walk anyway. It cannot have been comfortable for her down there. I could not remember the last time I had laughed so much. The two of us, prancing around the hotel room, must have been a sight to see! After the prancing, Sophie taught me how to sit like a lady. She told me; this was especially important if I did not want people to look straight up my skirt. We also did some feminine gestures. Learning how to speak like a lady, with my body language, was remarkably interesting for sure. I am used to not allowing my hands to go limp. This was not something I needed to worry about anymore.

“Are you finished with your drink Blue Eyes?” Sophie mutters to me as she investigates her empty glass.

“Yup” I respond while looking into the bottom of my glass.

Looking up from my glass, I see that she is looking directly at me with a grin. “Shall we go to the bar now?” Sophie questions while walking to the door.

I put my glass down on the floor before I answer. “Yes,” I finally reply, as I stand up and pull my skirt down straight.

We both stumble out the door and into the elevator down the hallway. The alcohol is getting to both of us. I had only just started feeling normal after the meal, but now I was feeling very relaxed and giggly. We stood in the elevator, trying to act as normal as possible. Like when you go home drunk and you try and hide it from your parents. The doors opened, onto the ground floor, where the bar was, and I darted off in front of Sophie. I was giving it my best to walk just like a woman on a catwalk. Really giving it my all with the hips and bum as I walked. I could hear Sophie, giggling, behind me as she tried to catch up.

“Evening Miss” a male staff member politely says to me, as I reached the bar entrance.

“Hiya!” I screeched in a high-pitched voice. I was really trying to be as feminine as possible. I am sure I was coming across as a bit mental. I was past caring at this point.

“A table for me and my gentleman friend please,” I say while pointing out Sophie who was ambling up behind us.

“Right this way” The staff member utters, as he turned around and walked into the bar.

Just as the staff member starts leading us, Sophie appears next to me. “Ladies first,” I say as I gesture for Sophie to lead the way. She smiles at me as she again ambles onwards towards our table. Upon reaching the table, we both sit. I make a real point to cross my legs as I sit down. Like something from a comedy sketch. I raise my left leg up high and slowly place it over my right. Sophie sits down with a grin, after watching my little leg show. Not wanting to be outdone, she sits with her legs as wide apart as possible.

“Erm, can I get you both a drink?” The staff member speaks uncomfortably.

“Yes,” Sophie declares, as she sits up a straight as possible. “The lady will have a large glass of your red wine and I will have a pint” she continues.

The staff member says thank you and walks away. I glace over at Sophie, who is sitting with her legs wide apart and head help up high. I lean forward. Just enough to show a small bit of cleavage to her.

“The lady will have a glass of wine, will she?” I express to her with a small bit of annoyance. “I will have you know, my dear gentleman friend, I am a strong independent woman,” I add with a snooty attitude.

Sophie snorts out a laugh as I sit back in the chair and act all high and mighty. Sophie continues to chuckle at me, and I give her a playful smile. Sophie points at my chest, as I continue to lean in, clearly taking note of the fact I am trying to show some cleavage. In response, she undoes two buttons from her shirt and allows her hairy chest to be free. Seconds later, our drinks arrive, and I sit back in my chair.

“Sophie, can I ask some more questions about your dad's work?” I question her with a serious face, as I take a small sip of wine. “Why doesn’t the transformation hurt?” I ask as I find myself really enjoying the taste of the wine.

Sophie sits back in her chair, with a quiet serious look on her face. I do not think she was expecting me to still ask questions about her father’s work. It did cross my mind that she might not want to talk about it, but the alcohol in my system made me continue. She leans in towards me and beckons me to lean in also. I do so. The weight of my boobs, as I leaned forward, made me want to ask more questions.

“You can ask more questions if you like, I think I owe you that,” Sophie whispers to me as she looks around the room. “We need to make sure no one hears us talking about it” she continues to whisper as her eyes meet mine.

“Why?” I whisper back while keeping eye contact.

Sophie reaches over to me and strokes my face with her hand. Her hand stops on my chin and she holds my face. “Think about it” she speaks softly. “Imagine what would happen if this technology got out and into the wrong hands.” Sophie continues holding my face and looking directly into my eyes. “People are looking for what I have, and we have to be careful,” Sophie says with a slight face of worry. She takes her hand off my chin and gives me a smile. “What do you want to ask?” she says while leaning back in her chair.

I also lean back in my chair. Sophie having her big strong hand on my chin made me feel submissive to her. I really do feel she is in control of me right now. I can almost understand what it must be like for a hooker when dealing with her pimp. Sophie is clearly not a pimp but that is defiantly how she just made me feel. I compose myself and lean back in to ask my questions.

“Can we get stuck like this? What changes us back? How do you know when we will change back?” I ask her meekly.

“Ok, so remember I said it is gene manipulation?” Sophie says while continuing to look around the room with shifty eyes.

“Yes,” I reply, as I sip more wine, uncross my legs, and lean forward.

“The serum I make has a time limit for how long it can change the DNA in your cells for. Your body’s natural immune system fights it off. Once the DNA manipulation protein is removed by the immune system, you change back into yourself.” She whispers to me while leaning forward.

“They change the DNA in my cells which causes them to transform?” I whisper back, leaning in as well. Our faces are now awfully close together.

“Yeah, that’s right. As I said, once your immune system drives the protein out, your body will change back naturally.” Sophie whispers in reply. “I use one of the chemicals in my tin, to adjust how long it takes to change back. The more you have in your system, the longer it takes for your body to go back to normal.” She continues.

Leaning back in her chair, she grabs her drink and takes a sip. “Don’t worry, you won’t get stuck a girl.” Sophie takes another sip of the drink after she speaks.

“So, you can change the appearance of anyone into someone else?” I say while rubbing my chin. It suddenly became very apparent, the lack of hair on my face. It was strange, to feel my skin so smooth. I felt like I was rubbing the chin of a ten-year-old me.

Sophie smiles and takes long swill of her beer. As she drinks, I adjust my top, so my boobs are not so much on show.

“To change someone, you need to have a sample of DNA and they need to ingest the formula with the DNA sample,” Sophie says quietly. “If I wanted to change you into a schoolgirl, for example, I would need a schoolgirl's DNA and for you to ingest it with the formula.” She continues.

“I should no longer accept a drink from you then,” I say with a chuckle.

She laughs and snorts a little while doing so. “No, I guess not” Sophie manages to say while laughing.

I look down at myself to find a view I was still not used to. Having Sophie’s breasts sitting on my chest, obscuring my view, is still strange but I am starting to get used to them. Even the feel of the bra. holding them in. was starting to feel normal to me. At this point of the evening, I had even started to enjoy the feeling of panties up my bum, from the thong Sophie made me wear.

“Sophie?” I ask as I play with my hair a little. “Why do you have that tin of stuff?” I question while making eye contact with her.

She looks at me in shock and leans in towards me. “Try not to call me Sophie,” she says concerned. She beckons me to lean towards her. As I do, we are face to face for a second time. She strokes my face again and slowly whispers “I think that’s enough questions for tonight”.

I continue to keep eye contact with her as she holds my face. The contact alone is enough to start giving me feelings of warmth and pleasure from my lady parts. It is like I am getting a boner but not. A lady boner, I guess. Whatever you would call it, it made me want to have more contact with her.

We continued to enjoy each other’s company for maybe an hour and a bit in the bar. We both had a couple of drinks, which hit me harder and faster than I am used to. It was like the restaurant all over again. When Sophie realized, I was getting overly touchy-feely, she said it was time to go back to the hotel room. I did stumble a few times back to the room, but Sophie helped me not to fall over. Sophie opened the door and allowed me to walk through. She shut the door behind us and as I started to walk into the room, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me back towards her. I ended up with my head buried in her chest, with her hands around my waist pulling me in tight. As she held me, the warm feelings from my crotch grew. My female body was reacting to the male attention Sophie was giving me. It is driving me wild. I go to move my arm to hug back and as I do; I accidentally feel the hard erection she has. I move my head so I can look at her face. As our eyes meet, I felt we both connected. Sophie moves her face closer to mine and as she does, I close my eyes. She kisses me. The prickles from her facial hair are strange and the smell of beer on her breath weirds me out but the only thought I had was to kiss her back. We kiss, passionately, as I remain clutched in her strong arms.

As we continue to kiss, we both start feeling each other up. I move towards her bum and give it a hard squeeze and as I do, she begins squeezing mine, the emotions and powerful feelings running through my mind as we kiss, blow my mind. Here I am, as a woman, kissing a guy and absolutely loving it. The excitement I feel from my now, very moist vagina, is incredible. As a guy, I would normally be wanting to thrust my cock in as fast as possible, but I want this to keep going. I have a massive urge to be penetrated as I and Sophie continue kissing.

My pleasure is short-lived. As we continue kissing, a thought hits me like a lightning bolt. Sophie has a Boyfriend! Even if the roles are reversed, I am the one cheating on him, I still must ask her if she is ok with what we are doing. I pull away from her and push back from her grasp. Her hands slide away from my sides and full to her side. She looks dejected. I look down at the floor, not wanting to look at her.

“We shouldn’t do this Sophie,” I say awkwardly, still with the desperate urge to be penetrated running through me. “You would be cheating on Alan,” I continue saying, with a little more muster this time.

Sophie moves close to me again and grabs both my hands. “I want this,” she says softly, as she gives me a kiss on the cheek. In response, I move my entire body close to her. The feel of her erected penis through her trousers against my lower stomach really excites me. Sophie, still clutching my hands, moves my arms around her neck. She then grabs my bum and presses me against her. My face is again buried in her chest. I look up at her and she is smiling down at me. We start kissing again with a fiery passion. Tongues wrestling in each other’s mouths, as she squeezes my bum, slightly lifting me up onto my tiptoes as she does.

“Are you sure you want this?” I question her, as I struggle to get my words out between kissing.

We stop kissing and Sophie looks into my eyes. She just smiles at me, then moves her head to kiss me on the neck. As she kisses me on the neck, I let out a louder moan of pleasure. I can feel myself getting tremendously excited. I can feel how wet my underwear is becoming as we kiss.

“I think you really want this too,” Sophie whispers in my ear, straight from kissing me on the neck. “I think we will both enjoy this,” she says softly in my ear. She continues kissing me on the neck. Seconds later, Sophie pushes back away from me and begins scrambling to undo her belt and trousers. Still, in a haze of pleasure, I just stand watching her, waiting for the kissing to resume. I watch as she takes off her trousers and feminine underwear in a frantic manner. Her throbbing penis springs out of her underwear as she takes them down. As she flicks both the items of clothing out the way with her feet, I just stand, staring at her penis. I did notice the fact she was wearing female underwear, but my mind was focused on her erect penis. My gaze does not break as I feel her hands on my shoulders. She pushes me down, gently, onto my knees, in front of her.

She moves closer to me, as she takes her hands off my shoulders. Her penis is now right in front of my face. I stare at it in wonder and a little terror. I honestly cannot fathom the fact that my very own penis, is being touted, by another person, right in front of my face. I look up at her, from my kneeled position, with innocence, as if to signal to her that, I have no idea what to do now. With one hand, she moves my left hand onto her penis. I however recoil away from touching it.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to suck another man’s cock,” I say feebly.

“I only see one man here,” Sophie says, while again grabbing my left hand. “Be a good girl and pop it in your mouth. You will enjoy it, I promise.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I mutter back at her.

“Pretend it is the best-tasting lolly you’ve ever tasted,” she says while gently placing my left hand on her throbbing shaft.

I grab onto it, just like I would when I masturbate. This is my penis, but it feels completely different and massive with these feminine hands. I start slowly moving my hand up and down her shaft. She lets out a deep groan of pleasure. On the next go down her shaft, I go further, towards the base, causing her foreskin to completely show the tip. I move my mouth in closer as I go to lick her tip. I open my mouth and with my tongue, I give the tip of her penis a lick. Sophie gives out a little grunt as I take in the salty smell and taste of her. Pleased I was able to pleasure Sophie, I go in for another lick. This time, I masturbate her penis with my left hand and give her dong tip serval long licks with my tongue.

I continue licking and rubbing her penis up and down. As I get more excited, by the fact I am sucking a cock, my movements and licks increase in tempo. Sophie moves a hand to the back of my head and gently pushes me in. I instantly understand what she wants, as a guy, I would do the same to a girl. I open my mouth as wide as I can and wrap my gums around my teeth. I stop rubbing her with my hand and place it at the base of her cock. I then use my hand to aim her penis directly at my mouth as Sophie gently, from the back of my head, pushes me in to have my first experience of oral sex, as the girl. I guide her penis into my mouth with my tongue, tasting all the flavors of her salty cock as it moves to the back of my throat. I gag at the size of her.

“That’s a good girl,” she chuckles, as I continue gagging.

Taking my hand off her penis I manage to get her completely into my mouth. I have never felt anything like this. My whole body is reacting, with pleasure, to me having a cock in my mouth. The strange smells and tastes only add to the excitement! Using my tongue, I massage her as I slowly move my head back. I grab onto both her thighs, with my hands, for stability. As her shaft comes out of my mouth a press my lips down, like when sucking a lolly. She does not allow me long to take a breather as she gently begins pushing, on the back of my head, for me to take her again in my mouth. I do not hesitate! I take her into my mouth, without her assistance, and begin bobbing back and forward at speed. It feels fantastic! I really get a kick at how I am pleasing her, as she lets out several big groans of pleasure.

“Oh my god! You are a natural!” Sophie exclaims with a moan of pleasure, as I suck her cock faster.

Her cock starts throbbing, in my mouth, like mad. I know exactly what that means. She is about to cum! I am not ready for this experience to end, so I slowly allow her penis to slip out of my mouth.

“Sophie,” I say with vigour. “Think of something that really turns you off!”

“Old men, old men, old, perverted men,” she beings muttering to herself as she closes her eyes.

I grab onto the base of her cock, with my left hand. The throbbing does stop, and she manages to control herself and not cum. I am incredibly pleased by this. I have no idea if this is an unrealized sexual fantasy of mine or if the feminine body I am in, but I am enjoying myself.

“Wow, Sophie, I am impressed you manage to control yourself,” I say, as I slowly begin wanking her again.

At this point, I take a moment to look up at her. I make my eyes as sexy and wide as I can. I love it when a girl is sucking my cock and they look up at me, with their big pretty eyes. Our eyes meet as I again guide her penis into my mouth. This time, I suck hard and fast as I continue to keep eye contact with her. Her body starts riving with pleasure and she begins groaning more often. Her hand makes it round to the back of my head again and she really starts putting pressure on me to keep her in my mouth. The feeling of her forcing her cock into my mouth makes me have a massive wave of pleasure, filling my whole body. I begin feeling her cock throbbing, as I suck hard and fast.

“Oh my god!” Sophie exclaims as I brace myself for what is coming. In that instant, I must make a split-second decision. Am I going to try and swallow, the very first time I suck a cock?

“It is coming!” Sophie exclaims as she jolts around.

I brace myself by holding on tight to her thighs. Am I seriously about to have a guy cum in my mouth? I do not get any time to ponder the question. Sophie explodes a load of cum into the back of my throat with real force. The speed and quantity of seamen causes me to gag on it as I pull away from her. As I pull away and her cock leaves my mouth, I can barely stop myself from choking. I start trying to clear my throat but, my mouth is full of it. Sophie, Still holding onto my head, squeezes me a little as she continues to cum. Thankfully, the rest of her load falls to the floor.

“Hmmm,” Sophie moans, as her entire body goes a little limp.

She looks down at me with a content expression. I do not share the same content feeling. I am still fighting with the warm, salty, sticky substance in my mouth. It begins dribbling down my chin as I set myself up to spit it out. I am also extremely turned on. Waves of pleasure and desire are pulsing all over me. As I struggle, with my mouth full of cum, I become frustrated. Sophie’s ejaculation was massive, she may not want to sex me up me anymore. As a guy, I knew how she would be feeling after such a big realize.

“Could not bring yourself to swallow?” Sophie asks, with a sly grin on her face. I look up at her, still from my kneeled position in front of her cock. I shook my head, which caused a bit more cum dribble to spurt out of my mouth,

“Let me help you with that,” Sophie gleefully says, while grabbing my underarms a pulling me to my feet. “That was amazing, thank you!”

As Sophie thanks me, she pulls me in close enough for her penis to be pushing up against me. The remaining cum, on her penis, is no doubt rubbing against my skirt. I wanted to be close to her but, I needed to spit the cum out. I try breaking free from her embrace but, Sophie had other plans. She starts licking the cum from off my face.

“Let me swallow that load for you,” she says, as she moves in for a kiss.

This was the strangest kiss I will ever have. I pass her cum, from my mouth, from my own penis, which I just sucked. Our mouths get rather sicky as we kiss but, my body is going wild with desire. All I want to do is rub myself against her body as we kiss. Sophie gives my bottom another firm squeeze as we continue making out, which drives me wild. Never, in my life, have I had such intense feelings. Now I know why fourplay is so important! It is a huge part of the experience for them.

Still kissing, Sophie lifts me off the ground, from my waist, and carries me over to the bed. When she stops, at the side of the bed, I pull myself away from the kissing. My mouth still sorts of sticky from the cum. To try and remove the stickiness, I swallow hard. As I do, we both just stare at each other. I give her a quizzical look, as she continues to hold me. No more than a second passes before she throws me down on the bed.

“Your turn,” Sophie says while standing over me.

My legs, not even touching the floor, hang over the edge of the bed. Sophie leans over me and holds herself up with her arms, either side of my head. She moves in and kisses me on the neck. I give out a little moan, as the waves of desire hit me once more. As she kisses me, one hand moves down to the top of my skirt and begins pulling it down. She starts to struggle with just one hand, so I help to remove my skirt. In one swift movement, we both pull down my skirt and leggings off and throw them to the floor. Sophie then stops kissing me on the neck and stands herself up. She, with one hand, slips off both my shoes, and with the other, she runs her hand up my left leg. She stops at my thigh. She places her other hand on my other thigh and spreads my legs apart. I lay back and close my eyes. I have no idea what this is going to feel like but, if it is half as good as the feelings I was getting when sucking dick then I am in for a good time!

Sophie licks around the edges of my vagina. It sends shock waves through me! It is like nothing I have ever felt before. It is so pleasurable; it is almost painful!  I squirm around as I try and deal with the feelings coursing through me. Sophie keeps me still, with her hands on my thighs, and continues to lick at my fanny. She then gives me a full lick from the base of my fanny all the way up to the clit. I almost explode with pleasure. I grab a hand full of the sheets as I moan with pleasure. My moan clearly inspires Sophie to start going at me with some vigour. She starts playing more with my clit as she continues eating me out. I am in a world of pleasure! The feelings from my citrous are intense. Is this like nothing I have ever experienced! All I want to be is penetrated. My pussy is calling out for it.

I get my wish! Sophie sticks a couple of my chunky man fingers up my pussy. I let out a massive moan! Her fingers just slide in and out of me with no resistance. I am so wet down there and I can feel my juices running down into my bum. Sophie continues fucking me with her two fingers as she licks my clit more.

Is this what it feels like for a woman? It is incredible! The pleasure keeps building up inside me. Like water building up behind a dam, I feel like a wave of pleasure is going to break through the dam at any time! Then, in an instant, the pleasure dam breaks, and I let out a huge moan! For a second, I cannot believe the very feminine noise that came out of me. The wave of pleasure soon makes me forget as it makes my entire body fizz from top to bottom. I start coming as my pussy clenches down on sophies fingers. I keep moaning in pleasure as I enjoy my first organism as a woman. It feels like it goes on for ages as my pussy keeps getting wetter and wetter.

As I squirm around in pleasure, letting out long moans, Sophie lifts me by the hips and spins me around, so I am onto my hands and knees. I bite my lip, through embarrassment, as juices flow down my leg. I lay my face into the bedding as Sophie positions herself behind me. I know what is coming and I cannot help to feel a little scared. I feel so helpless and so submissive. I like Doggy style as a man. Will I like it if I am the girl?