by L M Gregory
It’s why he had come here. Could he walk away after losing everything? And not even try to complete his plan?
A Chance Meeting in the Rain
She was gone. Or was it he who was gone? Was Mike a man or woman now? Was Veronica in his body a man?
Mike’s head pounded. It likely didn’t matter; he didn’t intend to stay as a woman despite what Veronica had said. There had to be a way back.
For the time being though, he had to figure out what to do. The hotel room would last for a day, but finding his—Veronica’s—apartment should be his first step. Once settled in, he could read the information she’d left and figure out how to get his body back. Vengeance… well they said revenge was a bad idea and hurt the doer more than the other person.
Maybe I just experienced that.
Yet, he couldn’t let it go. Unless Veronica agreed to another round, he couldn’t have Diana walk in on him having sex with another woman. He was the other woman!
He was the other woman…
Chad.
Diana’s lover.
How close was she with him? Was it just a casual fling or something more? Would it hurt her to see Chad fucking another woman? For example… Mike’s new body.
Mike chewed on his lip.
That could work.
He had no idea how to seduce a man. It couldn’t be as easy as showing up in a trenchcoat and dropping the coat. Could it?
Mike shook his head, even men couldn’t be that easy.
Had he been?
Warmth spread up his cheeks. He had a feeling he might have been. It would have been difficult to refuse a cute girl offering up guilt-free sex.
Mike sighed. He needed to leave. To start the research process. Once he figured out how to get his body back, he could consider his revenge.
Thankfully, Veronica had dressed simply. If she’d been wearing a skirt, Mike might not have been able to leave. But jeans and a sweater? Easy.
Mostly.
He wiped his thigh for what felt like the 100th time. How much semen could leak out before it stopped?
The stream seemed to have slowed, so he slipped on the simple panties Veronica had arrived in. Part of him wanted to feel pride at having delivered so much cum.
Wait.
Mike swallowed.
Cum and sperm.
Which led to…
Mike took a deep breath, his eyes closed. No. He didn’t dare think about that. It wasn’t possible. Veronica wouldn’t have risked that. Would she?
Please let Veronica have been on birth control. That would be the first thing he’d look up when he got to his new—temporary—home.
If not, he could take precautions.
Would take precautions.
Mike did not want to become pregnant!
Pushing that out of his mind, there was nothing he could do now, Mike grabbed the jeans. He pulled the pants up his legs, fighting to get it past his hips and ass. Finally, he took a deep breath and tugged while holding it; the jeans slipped into place.
Panting, Mike sat back on the edge of the bed. Why had Veronica worn such tight jeans? Admittedly, she—he—looked good in them. Damn good. But come on! Would a size or two bigger have hurt anything?
The sweater at least he had less trouble with. Once he figured out Veronica’s bra. There was no way he was going to think of it as his bra, even if he was the one wearing it. He finally settled on hooking it in front and spinning it around as he’d seen Diana do a few times. Having big boobs seemed like it would be an inconvenience.
Though they were fun to bounce in his hand. Mike shook his head and stopped playing with his new tits. He wasn’t keeping them for long.
The sweater settled over his torso with ease, tight on his breasts and falling just short of the top of his jeans.
Grumbling, Mike grabbed Veronica’s small purse—a purse!—and, after a quick look around to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, he left.
At least Veronica had worn sneakers.
I’d be screwed if she wore high heels.
From the safety of the hotel’s small awning, Mike watched the rain fall steadily on the sidewalk.
How waterproof was the sweater? He’d looked for an umbrella, even though he’d doubted his purse big enough. There wasn’t one.
Which meant he was getting wet if he stepped out of the awning.
Which, in turn, would cause his sweater to cling to his body.
Mike squeezed his eyes shut fighting the tears. Frustration bubbled in his stomach, threatening to overwhelm him. He didn’t know what he was doing as a woman. He didn’t know how to behave so as not to attract attention. But a soaked sweater would draw attention to a woman as well-endowed as he now was.
And attention wasn’t what he wanted.
Was it?
The thought of men’s heads turning to get a second look had a certain appeal. Frustration settled down, replaced by a warm, tightness well below his stomach.
Ugh, now I’m getting turned on by thinking of men looking at me?
That didn’t even make sense! Mike couldn’t have changed just by having his body changed. Could he? How had his mind adjusted so quickly?
Had it?
He considered.
A handsome man walked by, chatting on a phone. Around Mike’s real age, his five o’clock shadow in midday caused Mike’s breath to catch.
He imagined undressing the man.
Undressing for the man.
The warmth grew. The tightness squeezed more.
Mike shuddered.
A woman carrying an umbrella hurried by. Curvy, with brown hair, she was close to the type Mike liked.
He tried imagining the same thing with her. The warmth diminished but didn’t go away. So, he could still find women attractive. Would he still be okay having sex with women, with the body wanting men while the old him wanted women?
Did that even make sense?
Am I bisexual? Did it even matter if he was going to swap back as soon as possible? Mike bit his lip, one foot tapping as he considered. There was still a part of him that wanted vengeance. If he seduced Chad…
Assuming Diana was interested in the man as anything but a fuck buddy.
Damn it, he needed more information.
Which he could get!
Diana didn’t know Veronica. She wouldn’t think twice about seeing Veronica, hell, she might not even notice Mike as he was now.
That meant he could find the information he wanted.
It just meant putting off the body swap a little longer. Was that safe? Veronica had seemed to imply it wasn’t possible to get his old body back, but that couldn’t be true. Could it?
Mike sighed.
He needed to get to the subway, and the rain wasn’t getting any less oppressive.
At least she wore sneakers.
Two blocks later and Mike knew it didn’t matter. A short stroll from the awning, the heavens had opened into a deluge that left Mike’s clothes plastered to his body. He might not be slipping and sliding thanks to his fantastic athletic shoes, but his appearance had to be drawing attention.
Mike glanced around.
No one looked at him. The few people dumb enough to join him in the rain hurried past with umbrellas or briefcases over their heads.
I should have stayed inside.
“Can I help you miss?” a deep voice asked.
The rain slacked. Mike turned to see a tall man, chiseled jaw, dark shadow of stubble covering his cheeks and neck. Beautiful blue eyes stared back at him, but he’d already covered Mike with his umbrella, not even waiting for permission.
“Uh, thank you,” Mike said after a moment of staring. Startled! He was just startled. Not staring. Not drooling. Despite the way the man’s jacket hung on broad shoulders.
Mike brushed a lock of wet hair away from his eyes. His heart beat a little faster. Damn it, I am not attracted to men!
But if he were, this guy was an excellent choice. Though his suit hid his body, there
was little doubt the man had a muscular build. He was broad in the right places and trim across the waist.
Mike’s heart sped up more.
A smoky smile spread across the man’s face. “Sam,” he said, holding out his free hand.
Sam? Oh! “Mik… Veronica,” Mike sputtered. “Friends call me Mike,” he lied, sort of, to cover his stammering.
The smile grew. “Okay, Mike.”
Oh, that was going to be awkward.
“Would you care to wait out the storm with me? Someplace warm?” The man’s sapphire eyes sparkled. How could eyes do that? There wasn’t any sun!
Imagination.
“Uh, okay.”
“There’s a café I like right around the corner. Or, since this rain doesn’t look to slacken any time soon, my place is only a few blocks further.”
Mike’s heart exploded. Pounded in his chest. His face warmed until it was a wonder there wasn’t a glow surrounding him.
Is he offering what I think he’s offering?
Mike looked down. Glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye. The confident smile. Yeah. He was. Mike might not have been able to duplicate it even it has best, but he knew it. He’d had friends who could flirt with a woman, confidant the woman would flirt back, or if not, who cared?
In fact, Mike guessed the guy would happily accept the café. However, he’d continue flirting until Mike shut him down. If Mike shut him down.
Mike licked his lips. Would it be so bad? He’d need experience if he was going to seduce Chad.
Heart racing, Mike bit his lip. He should say no. He should thank Sam and make a run for the subway.
But what came out was, “That sounds warm.
Sam’s deep laugh sent a shiver through Mike. I hope I made the right choice.
Sam’s place turned out to be a condo -near the top of a high rise building.
“It’ll take about an hour to dry out your clothes,” Sam shouted from another room.
Mike shivered. So far, Sam had been a perfect gentleman. Something Mike wasn’t sure he wanted. He’d left Mike alone in his bedroom to undress. Even provided a thick robe.
Maybe he was just a nice guy?
Mike shivered again, fighting the growing hope that Sam was not a good man.
“Okay. Thank you,” he called back.
With a deep breath, he moved towards the door. Part of him wanted to ditch the robe and lay down on the bed, naked, spread, waiting for Sam.
No! Mike was still a man. He didn’t want other men.
Staring out the floor to ceiling window, Mike shifted his look from the miles of city, to a quick glance at Sam, and back again.
What am I doing?
Mere hours after becoming a woman—temporarily!—and he’d followed a cute man home.
Mike squeezed his eyes closed. Cute? Since when are men cute? His thoughts were a jumble of contradictions. Was he a man or a woman? Both? Should he be sexually attracted to men or women? Both? Was that even possible? In his sexually active years, he’d never once thought a man sexy. So, what had the body swap done to him?
Had it changed his sexual preferences?
Or did he just think he should prefer men, so he did?
Or had he always liked men?
“Beautiful view,” Mike said to break the uncomfortable silence. Not painful because it was awkward, but because each passing moment heat rose between Mike’s legs.
An ache that felt both familiar and not.
Familiar enough that he knew what his body wanted, even if it was a new body.
Sex.
Not just any sex.
The unfamiliar part wanted to be taken. Loved. Pleasured. To see the look of bliss on his lover’s face.
That wasn’t so different. Except the part about being taken. But the swirl of feelings left Mike reeling and uncertain what to do.
But he didn’t think he would leave.
“It is,” Sam replied.
He wasn’t looking out the window.
Mike snapped his gaze back out the window. His heart pounded. This was ridiculous. He should leave. Apologize. But leave. Figure out how to get his body back and never look back.
Slowly his head turned.
Sam had approached, footsteps quiet on the hardwood floor that was not fake.
The back of Sam’s fingers brushed Mike’s cheek. Mike nuzzled Sam’s hand. Slowly he turned to face Sam but pressed back against the window. The window the only thing between Mike and a long drop to the ground.
Sam stepped into Mike’s space. Pressed his body against Mike’s. Mike looked away. Down, his head swirling at the view. Heart pounding.
It’s just the height.
But fingers slid under his chin, lifted his face to meet Sam’s eyes.
It wasn’t just the height.
They kissed.
Stubble brushed Mike’s soft skin.
He groaned into the kiss.
Mike was lost.
Lost when Sam pressed him back against the window. Lost further when Sam’s tongue roughly pushed between Mike’s lips.
The mixture of loss of letting Sam have control and the strength of Sam’s desire pulsating against Mike left Mike breathless.
He lost track of time.
Only the kiss mattered.
Then the touches.
Soft at first.
To his cheeks.
His neck.
Across Mike’s covered shoulders. A brush across his breasts caused a moan to bubble to Mike’s lips.
Hesitantly, Mike joined the exploration. Touching Sam’s arms. Hard under the suit coat. Far harder than Mike had ever managed.
Mike moaned into the kiss, his imagination running away from him. Sam had broad shoulders, a broad chest, but he wasn’t a bodybuilder. Strong yes, overly muscled, no.
But that was perfect to Mike’s new body, heat blossomed in his groin, spreading outward.
Mike didn’t notice when Sam undid the tie of Mike’s robe. He couldn’t escape noticing when strong hands slid inside the robe, caressing Mike’s ribs. A moan escaped from Mike.
Sam parted the robe. Breaking the kiss to nibble down Mike’s neck. Mike rolled his head back.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Each nibble to his neck sent a wave of goosebumps down his arm and chest. The robe slid off Mike’s shoulders, slipped down his body to pool at his feet.
Suddenly vulnerable, Mike pressed back, but there was nowhere to go. The window stopped him. A fierce blush exploded across Mike’s face. He’d had nothing on under the robe, so his bare ass was exposed to the world.
Not that anyone could see at this height.
He hoped.
Or would it be better if someone watched? Saw what happened?
Mike shivered. What was wrong with him?
Sam’s face lowered further, nuzzling Mike’s breasts.
My breasts. I shouldn’t have breasts. But he was glad he did. Sam’s lips burned a trail over Mike’s heavy chest. They engulfed a nipple. Tongue gently licking.
Mike’s arms wrapped around Sam’s head, holding him tight.
“Yes, please,” Mike whispered.
Sam shifted breasts, much to Mike’s disappoint and joy.
Back and forth.
Teasing.
Ever firmer.
Mike’s breath getting ever more jagged.
The sound of a zipper coming undone rang in the quiet condo.
Mike’s heart exploded.
There was only one zipper.
A quick glance down showed Mike’s pants falling. His boxers going with. A huge cock sprang to life. Bouncing. Purple and somewhere between gorgeous and menacing.
And then strong hands gripped Mike’s ass. Squeezing. Lifting.
Mike squealed. Threw his legs around Sam’s waist.
Pressed against the window, Sam’s cock flirted with Mike’s pussy, pushing against the opening.
Pussy. I have a pussy. Mike moaned. Pleasure or worry, he wasn’t sure. Wasn’t sure
it mattered.
Pleasure exploded.
“Oh yes!” Mike cried.
Filled.
Stretched.
The feeling was new. Different.
Wonderful.
Carried away in bliss, Mike hardly noticed Sam thrusting. Or he did, it just blurred into the ecstasy. The sharp thrusts taking him higher.
He squeezed Sam’s shoulders.
Cried out.
“Sam!” Mike screamed, shuddering in his new lover’s arms. The explosion of delight familiar and different.
“Veronica,” Sam groaned as warmth exploded between Mike’s legs. A few last frantic thrusts kept Mike’s head spinning.
Slowly Sam came down. Let Mike down. Both breathing heavily as Mike leaned against the window, and Sam loomed over him.
After a few gasping breaths, Sam grinned at Mike. “Warm now?”
“Not quite,” Mike teased. Where did that come from? But he did want more. So much more.
“Insatiable woman!” Sam cried, picking Mike up and carrying him towards the bedroom.
New Life
The glow of Mike’s new phone provided the only illumination in the otherwise dark bedroom. He flushed, thankful that no one awake could see him. Soft breathing behind him indicating the only other person in the bedroom, but Sam slept. And well he should after a round of fucking that had left Mike exhausted.
Physically exhausted.
But he still couldn’t sleep.
I just fucked a man. Multiple times. Mike couldn’t really blame the body. From the first, he’d wanted it. Him. The old him. Maybe his female body sent signals that said Sam was a good lay, but it had been Mike who’d decided. Mike who’d spread his legs. Many times. So many times.
Mike’s new pussy ached pleasantly. A stickiness around the lips and trailing down his thighs reminded him of one small mistake. No condoms.
Could he even get pregnant?
Would the curse allow it?
Mike needed more information, and Veronica had claimed there was more in the apartment.
Which had led Mike to his new phone. Veronica’s phone. It wasn’t the latest model by any means, but serviceable.
He’d found his new address quickly enough. An okay part of town. He’d have to check it out. Soon.
As soon as he figured out how to extricate himself from his current situation. As a man, he’d never done the whole one-night-stand, preferring relationships.