Foolish Choices

by L M Gregory

  Mike watched him go before shaking his head. How long would this yearning for men last?

  From the descriptions in the books Mike had read, he feared the answer was forever. The Veronica body seemed to provide an abundance of arousal. Most of it aimed at men. There were also hints in the books that men responded amazingly to Veronica. And that she could wear out the men she had sex with. A few times he’d seen speculation that the various Veronica’s were, at least in part, the inspiration for the succubus legends.

  Mike shook his head and pretended to stretch while watching Diana and Chad. Diana had always had amazing limberness, and Chad stretched her to the limit.

  Several men and women seemed to be doing what Mike was. Watching. Leering? Jealousy apparent at a glance. Do I look like that?

  Mike drew his own looks. Too many. With so many watching him, he’d had to stop staring at Chad and Diana before someone drew the wrong—or right—conclusion.

  So it was that he missed Diana leaving. And almost lost Chad, but he’d found Chad lifting weights in the larger room near the training room.

  Settling into a brisk walk on a treadmill, Mike considered his options. There weren’t many. He could try to seduce Chad. But he didn’t really know how to do that. Especially since Chad was surrounded by gorgeous, fit women. While the Veronica body he wore undoubtedly belonged in the beautiful class, did Mike’s new body stand out enough to draw Chad’s attention?

  “That’s Chad,” a familiar voice said.

  Mike looked around, did a double-take and only barely stopped himself from gasping, “Beth.”

  “Chad?” Mike asked, trying to seem casual.

  Beth wore a baggy workout outfit, though less revealing than Mike’s own, it couldn’t hide a plump, curvy body.

  She made a sour face. “Yeah. A private trainer. Though he seems a bit… overly friendly with his clients. All women.”

  Mike glanced at Beth again. He’d never noticed she had a such a figure. Slightly overweight, but with the weight distributed to her breasts, hips, and ass, she had an even more exaggerated hourglass figure than Mike’s new one.

  Surprisingly, Mike felt a stirring of interest. Most of his attention since becoming Veronica had been drawn to men. While he could feel attraction to women if he concentrated, this was the first time he remembered being drawn to a woman without effort.

  “I… see,” Mike said.

  Beth smiled, though sadness seemed to be more behind the smile than happiness. “I did notice you staring. Be careful with him. He’s a lady’s man. For fun, he’s great. Don’t lose your heart though.”

  “Oh, I’m not interested.”

  Beth nodded. “Of course not.”

  Mike hesitated. Beth seemed to know more about Chad then he did. “It seems he has a lot of attention anyway.”

  Beth sighed. “He does. He even ignores most of the women.” Beth shook her head. “It takes a lot to attract his attention. More than buying a session even.”

  “Huh,” Mike said. His thoughts already spinning. He’d need to learn to seduce a man or try to seduce Veronica in front of Diana in an attempt at his original idea of revenge. Since he doubted Veronica would go for that, that left Chad.

  “Sorry?” he said, realizing Beth was still speaking.”

  Beth blushed. “I know it’s inappropriate, but I’m new here and in town. I was wondering if you’d like to grab dinner. You seem nice and… friends are hard to come by.”

  Friends? With Beth? Did Mike even have time?

  He could make the time.

  “Sure. That sounds like fun.”

  “Great! I have an appointment tonight, but maybe Thursday?”

  Two nights away. Did Mike have it free? Of course he did. He didn’t even have to look, he didn’t have anything scheduled at any time.”

  “Yes. I’m free.”

  “Okay. Great! Great!” Beth seemed flustered. “Uh, I have to, um, shower.” She paused. “Could I get your number?”

  “Oh! Right!” Mike rattled off Veronica’s number. Not even hesitating. Am I adapting? Is that good or bad?

  “Okay then. Thursday. I’ll text you. Have a good workout.”

  Mike watched Beth leave. Her ass looked amazing even without the tights that almost every other woman wore.

  By the time he remembered what he was doing at the gym, Chad was gone.

  Shit.

  Amateur Seductress

  Music pounded with bass so deep Mike felt it in his chest and… other places. No wonder women liked clubs. Or maybe I’m just perverted.

  He’d arrived a few hours earlier with the intention of seducing a man. Though his conversation and date with Beth left him feeling odd about the idea of sex with another person, he still wanted his damn body back. Was that too much to ask? Then he could ask Beth out. Though… if she were a lesbian that might be pointless.

  Mike sighed. Since arriving he’d hidden in the back, a dark corner where no one could see him until they were nearly on top of him. Which more than a few couples—and a threesome—had accidentally done. If Mike had been in a more voyeuristic mood, it would have been a fantastic night.

  But he wasn’t there to watch. He was there to… well, fuck.

  His stomach tightened at the thought, nausea bubbled inside him. Sam had been an accident. Sort of. At least he could pretend he hadn’t intended to have sex with Sam, it just kind of happened.

  But now he’d gone to a small boutique specializing in clubbing where the excited clerk had fitted him with a little black dress. Emphasis on little. The thing clung to his ass like a second skin, but only just covered his butt cheeks. Any bending over would reveal everything. As if thinking about it triggered the response, Mike reached down and dug the thong out of his ass for what felt like the hundredth time. What was the point of underwear that covered nothing and continuously had to be pulled out of his ass?

  Mike had a feeling the clerk had pulled a fast one on him, but he couldn’t figure out how.

  The upper part of the dress wasn’t much better, a choker neck which left his shoulders bare, a ridiculously large cutout for his cleavage that didn’t matter much since the dress was so damn tight his breasts would have been on full display anyway.

  The only concession Mike had insisted on and won was flat shoes. Sure, heels would have been better from a looks standpoint, but a few steps and a near trip to the emergency room left him vowing to never put on a pair of heels again.

  To be fair, the clerk had done her job well. Mike couldn’t deny the results. He looked damn good. Not for the first time, he considered that Veronica actually looked better than Diana and Mike had always thought Diana as near the peak of hotness.

  An afternoon trip to a salon where they did his nails, hair, and makeup finished the ensemble. He’d stared into the full-length mirror at Veronica’s for what felt like hours, half turning himself on, which was another issue. It was hard, even when the image waved back at him, to think of the woman in the mirror as himself. Mike had finally had to look away before his mind went bonkers.

  Somehow, it was easier to step into the role of Veronica when he couldn’t see himself. Though a glance down into the infinite cleavage quickly removed that possibility.

  Still, Mike knew he turned heads.

  But that would require him to step outside the corner.

  Which brought him back full circle to doing nothing.

  Why am I even here?

  Revenge.

  Was revenge worth it? Look what had already happened? Mike was a woman!

  Then again, what more could happen?

  Mike took a hesitant step from his corner. The flow of people between the dance floor, the side tables, and the bar had continued unabated for the entire time Mike had been there. He’d considered a drink or two to increase his courage but knew this had to be his choice and not influenced by anything else. Or else what was the point?

  Colorful lights strobed in time to the music, making it hard to judge the attractivene
ss of the various men. But the bouncers out front took care of that, no one got in that wasn’t hot.

  I wouldn’t have gotten in. Mike sighed. He’d never taken part in the club culture before feeling it beyond him. Diana had often gone with her girlfriends, which might have led in part to the predicament Mike was in. What if he had gone with her? Would he have been allowed in? Could even Diana’s admittedly amazing sexual attractiveness have overcome Mike’s averageness?

  Lost in thought, Mike didn’t see the man he bumped into until well after the crash.

  “Woah there! Careful.” A powerful hand wrapped around Mike’s bicep, holding him up.

  Mike giggled, he couldn’t help it, the situation was just so stupid. “I’m fine.” Idiot. He’d intended to try to seduce a man, not knock one on his ass and carry him away.

  Then again, the man had hardly moved when Mike had run into him.

  Strong.

  Mike realized he hadn’t moved away from the man’s chest. Slowly, he looked up. Dark eyes stared back. White teeth in a dark face grinned at Mike. Was he looking at Mike’s eyes or his chest? It was hard to tell from the angle. Maybe both?

  “Thank you,” Mike said. Then yelled, “Thank you!” when the guy didn’t seem to hear him.

  “No problem. Half the reason I come to these things is to run into pretty girls.”

  Mike laughed. Relaxed a little. This wasn’t so bad. Though how was he supposed to move from bouncing off a man to bouncing on a man?

  “How can you tell I’m pretty in this light?” Mike yelled.

  The man laughed a deep booming laugh. “I have a sixth sense.”

  Mike considered. How forward should he be? Did he want to flirt his way into the man asking him to dance? Or should he take the initiative? Mike bit his lip. He wasn’t sure. What would Chad want? Beth had said a lot of women flirted with him, and from Mike’s experience most women waited for the man. Maybe being the one to make a move would help?

  Mike looked up at the man still holding his arm, his genuine smile, his handsome face, and felt the strength of his hand on Mike’s arm. Heat flashed through Mike; a pleasant squeezing feeling grew between his legs.

  “Care to dance?” Mike asked. A moment later he wanted to kick himself. I don’t know how to dance!

  “Dance with the hottest woman here? Absolutely!”

  Mike flushed. He considered running. But the firm grip from the man whose name Mike still didn’t know, kept him following.

  The dance floor was crowded, and Mike still had no idea what he was going to do. Fortunately, it didn’t matter. The man pulled Mike so close there was no chance to show off any moves Mike didn’t have anyway.

  Woah, hard chest. Mike’s face pressed against the man’s chest. He was apparently tall, as well. His hands wandered over Mike’s back, emphasizing the parts not covered by his dress.

  Within moments, Mike’s body shivered with arousal.

  Maybe it was the man. Maybe the music. Maybe the lights. Hell, maybe all of them. Whatever, Mike was ready to go.

  They danced to song after song.

  “I’m Veronica,” Mike yelled at one point.

  “Darren,” the man rumbled back.

  Mike loved that deep voice. The way it reached down into his body and caressed Mike’s happy places.

  The danced more.

  Rubbing bodies.

  Mike ignored other men trying to cut in, and Darren held on tight enough that it would take a fight for another man to interpose himself anyway.

  After several songs, Mike found his hand slipping between them, touching the hardness he could feel beneath his dance partner’s jeans.

  Darren moaned. “Can we get out of here?”

  Mike brushed his forehead, wiping sweat and pushing his plastered hair back. “Yes,” Mike said.

  Darren put his arm around Mike, his long arm stretching down far enough to cup Mike’s ass as he guided Mike towards the elevator. The hotel concierge smirk chasing them the whole way.

  The doors closed, Darren didn’t wait a moment, he pushed Mike against the wall, lowering his head and crushed his lips against Mike’s.

  Mike moaned. Things were going out of control. Wasn’t he supposed to the one to be in control?

  Fuck it.

  Mike kissed Darren back. His tongue dancing with Darren’s as tightly as they’d danced at the club.

  A hand tugged at Mike’s hem, pulling it up, a finger slid under the edge of Mike’s thong, rubbing along his lower lips. Mike had long since been aroused, so the finger encountered slickness, adding to the ease of the touch.

  “God, you’re ready,” Darren rumbled.

  Darren tugged the panties aside, his other hand working the catch of his jeans.

  The elevator dinged before they could continue.

  An older couple got on the elevator, looking down their noses at Mike and Darren, even though they were shorter. That’s a skill.

  Mike started to pull away, but Darren held him close though he did withdraw his hand from between Mike’s legs.

  The other couple turned away, refusing to watch. Mike burned, turning the elevator ride into the longest of his life before it finally stopped at their floor.

  As the doors closed behind Mike and Darren, Mike swore he heard a “Humph.”

  He giggled, and Darren flashed him a grin, but they both hurried to the rented hotel room that awaited the next stage.

  As soon as the door closed, Darren grabbed Mike, turned him around, and slammed him into the wall. For reasons Mike didn’t want to examine too closely, the roughness sent a throb of desire through him.

  Big hands slipped under Mike’s short-skirted dress, pulled down his thong, and spread Mike’s legs. The sound of a zipper coming undone followed.

  “Hurry,” Mike said.

  Darren growled. A thick hardness pressed between Mike’s legs. Darren’s cock. I’m going to be fucked. The thrill grew in Mike. A thread of worry spun inside his arousal. Sam had been, if not an accident, at least a spur of the moment. If Mike wanted, he could pretend it hadn’t happened.

  But Mike had sought out Darren.

  He braced himself as the man’s thick cock slipped inside Mike’s slick, waiting pussy.

  “Yes, fuck yes,” Mike said.

  Rough hands reached around, grabbing Mike’s breasts, squeezing through his dress. Hard thrusts all but lifted Mike from the ground. He was so turned on that the familiar feeling of orgasm built quickly.

  “More,” Mike demanded.

  “Damn girl,” Darren panted.

  Harder thrusts rocked Mike. He forgot all about his worry, living in the moment instead. Letting his bliss carry him away.

  “Yes!” Mike screamed. His body rocked with the highs of pleasure. He pressed back against Darren, trying to shove even more of the delicious cock into his pussy.

  Darren thrust a few more times before letting out his own cry, and warmth spilled into Mike’s pussy. Filled him. An aftershock hit, sending Mike into another round of cries.

  Panting, Darren leaned hard against Mike, pushing him tighter against the wall. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

  Mike turned to grin at Darren. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  Beth's Date

  Veronica had left Mike an extensive closet, but one Mike knew little about. He couldn’t reach inside and pull out what he needed when he barely understood what was in it. Jeans were jeans, but skirts and dresses? Was there a protocol for picking which dress to wear to which event?

  It’s why he’d bought a new dress to go clubbing.

  Heat flushed Mike’s face. Darren had been… productive. Mike didn’t even know how many times they’d fucked. An ache in his pussy reminded him it had been a lot. A pleasant ache, though it also made him wonder about his current dilemma.

  How could he go out on a date with Beth right after fucking a man?

  Was it even a date?

  Mike had no idea if Beth was a lesbian. He’d seen her several times in the buildin
g he used to live in, but never with anyone, man or woman. He couldn’t even say for certain that what he’d agreed to was a date.

  Maybe Beth just wanted a friend.

  There was a second problem, while women still brought a comforting, happy feeling to him; they did not arouse the same level of passion. No matter how hard he tried to picture sex with a woman, his mind drifted to men.

  Was that indicative of his new body? Had he always been attracted to men and only now capable of expressing it? He didn’t think he’d been afraid of being gay when he’d been a man. Mike just hadn’t felt anything towards men.

  Had he?

  It left his head spinning and no closer to picking an outfit for his date or not date with Beth.

  I should be practicing seduction.

  Which Mike knew to be a joke. There wasn’t anything to practice. Oh sure, he could over time become more adept at attracting the opposite sex, but the truth was that would take a considerable amount of time.

  He was kidding himself with the learning to seduce thing. Putting off his vengeance for reasons he could not quite figure out. Why wouldn’t trying to seduce Chad be something he should jump headfirst into? It either worked or didn’t. Extra time, unless he were willing to wait months, wouldn’t work.

  So, was he just making foolish choices?

  And what about getting his own body back? Not only hadn’t he thought about it in some time, but he also didn’t have a plan! The books indicated nothing would work anyway, but Mike had to believe there was a way. One no one in thousands of years had figured out.

  He sighed. How could he figure out what hundreds of other victims hadn’t? Unless there were others like him? Not just swapping with Veronica, but other similar curses.

  Mike hurried to Veronica’s cheap laptop and pulled up a search.

  A few hours later, he sat back with a disgusted grunt. All he’d found was third rate “body swap erotica,” as if swapping bodies with someone was some sexual adventure instead of a life-changing event!

  A familiar warmth crept up Mike’s face. Since becoming a woman, he’d had more one-night stand than his previous life. Further, he planned on having more! Maybe there was something to those stories.