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Ted was in the bar working on getting totally drunk, his girlfriend had just dumped him for a colleague at work, a female colleague! Ted was seriously depressed, he had been banging a lesbian for months and hadn't realised, he felt used and abused.
Even the bartender had stopped trying to get him to stop and simply left a fresh bottle whenever Ted's current bottle was empty. The stools on either side of Ted had been vacant for ages now, no one wanted to be so close to someone so depressed. That is until she sat down next to him.
She was gorgeous, even in his current state Ted noticed her, she had legs that seemed to go on for ever, from trim ankles, up nylon clad legs to silky smooth thighs and beyond. The lacy tops of her stockings just peeked from beneath a red micro-mini dress rising to a seriously curveous bust which must have measured 38DD.
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"Come on Ted, let's go to my place, it's just around the corner. We can find something to take your mind off her, I promise you!" She said as she slipped her arm into his, pulling gently. The bartender was glad to see him go, he was bad for business!
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She pulled him towards the bedroom and told him to sit down in the chair whilst she slipped into something more comfortable.
He looked around the room whilst she was in the bathroom. It was a typical motel room, small set of drawers, a chair and unusually a double bed with a metal frame and bedhead. She stepped out of the bathroom, seemingly only moments later, now wearing a long cream satin slip, split up the leg, her long auburn hair cascading down her back as well as some resting on her ample breasts under the nightdress.
In her hands she held some ropes and a ball gag. Ted's eyes nearly popped out at the sight of the ropes. There was no way he was going to let her tie him up, no matter how good she looked, he was not into that sort of thing.
But. "Come on Ted," she said as she laid down on the bed, "Tie me up, please?" she weadled raising one long leg sexily, pouting as she did so.
Ted was drunk, not drunk enough to let her tie him up, but drunk enough to follow her instructions to tie her up!
He looped the rope around her left wrist as she instructed so that it was wrapped around it four times, that way it would not come off, nor would it abrade her silky smooth skin. He did the same for her right wrist, then carefully pulled first one, then the other tight and tied them off on each side of the metal bedhead. Then he staggered down to the foot of the bed and tied her feet in the same way to the sides of the frame at the foot of the bed.
"Tighter Ted," she said as she squirmed on the satin sheets, "see, I can still move."
Ted pulled on the leg ropes until Janice could not move her lower body or legs more than half an inch, then moved back to the bedhead and did the same for the wrist ropes until she could not move at all. She was totally spreadeagled across the bed. Ted stood back to admire both his handiwork, and Janices' body, laid out before him.
The sight was breathtaking in it's beauty, she was helpless before him, and willing him on to take her.
"One more thing Ted," she said, nodding towards the ball gag, "I want that, I want that tied in my mouth good and tight, then I want you! I want you in me, I cannot wait for you, come on, you know you want me as much as I want you! Gag me then screw me!" She was all but commanding him now and he couldn't help himself. He picked up the ballgag and eased it carefully into her mouth, parting the lucious full lips and lifting her head enough to get behind it, moving the silky soft hair out of the way, fastened off the gag behind her head. She couldn't make much of a sound now, and just looked at him with her expressive eyes over the gag, making snuffling noises as she tried to make a sound or arch her back.
Ted was still under her spell and keeping his eyes on hers, and she hers on his, he undressed himself and dropped his clothes to the floor, then sat on the side of the bed as he ran his hand gently over the generous swell of her breasts beneath the satin nightdress. She moaned beneath the gag in response to his hands caressing her, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric.
She was panting in urgent need by the time he finished caressing her body beneath the silky fabric, her eyes darting from side to side as she tried to signal him to mount her and get on with it, her body having taken over from her mind as it wanted to have him make love to her NOW Dammit!
Finally, Ted gently climbed atop of the spreadeagled body, sweat glistening over her skin, and gently he raised the nightdress up off her legs, pushing it higher and higher as his hands continually caressed her legs as the nightdress moved up, revealing more and more of the wonderfully sexy legs, until finally he found a small mound of pubic hair, nestling at the end of the legs. He gently teased the lips apart and moving up, he inserted his rock hard member in between them, gently at first, pushing in a way, then teasing her by pulling it out before returning to pushing it in further until finally they were united in ecstasy and he came and she went!
When he came to, he looked up from the bed, to see himself finishing getting dressed in his own clothes. 'What!' He tried to speak but something was stopping him from talking, he tried to sit up, but he couldn't move, he couldn't move an inch! What the hell had happened?
"Hello Ted, back with us are you, or should I say Janice? Yes my dear, you are me and I am you or rather we swopped bodies by having sex. Oh don't worry, I'm not going to make a slave of you, nor harm you, but I'm not going to let you go just yet. After all, there are a couple of points we need to be clear on first."
"First of all, you, Janice told me, Ted to tie you up, remember? And so 'you' did. If you try to tell anyone about this, first of all, I'll deny it, then if pushed, I'll point out that you asked me to tie you up before having sex with you, and I, or rather you, took a tape recording of that, but I'll look after that." 'Ted' said swinging a mini-recorder from his fingers.
"Secondly, if you did tell anyone, body swops? You'd be locked up as insane. After all, such a thing could never happen, now could it?" Ted gave a quite feminine giggle.
"Damn, been female rather a long time, have to watch myself there. Third, you are immortal for as long as you use that body! Yes I said immortal! You will not die, you can be hurt or killed, and I'll not lie to you, that will hurt, and hurt like hell, but you will revive. The body will not age, nor will it ever lose it's beauty and allure to men. That will come in handy when you are ready to pass on the body to someone else, as I just did for you."
"A word of warning, you are not the only immortal out there and if one of them finds you, they will kill you, permanently! You can die, but only be losing your head, literally! Our, or rather, your method is with a sword, yours is in the bathroom, don't worry, your body will know how to use it, but I do suggest that you get the hang of it by practising at your soonest opportunity. Churches and other holy grounds are safe areas, you will find a few immortals who are friendly, but watch your back, okay?"
"As to how 'we' came about, some of your fellow immortals think they came here from another planet some 400-500 years ago, others however think we have been here for ever. There is even talk, well rumour really, of a 5,000 year old immortal, Methos is supposed to be his name. But I don't know, it was only explained to me just before the first world war, in 1908 when I was entranced by the lady who inhabited your new body. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and you still are for that matter. She too took me to her room where we made love and I woke up like you, looking at my own body dressed and ready to leave, just like you!" Ted said with a gentle smile.
"As for how you are going to survive now as a female, as I've got all your identification, with my clothes, sorry, your clothes in the bathroom is a little black book with details of much of my investments and deposit accounts, so you won't starve. After all, this body has been around for centuries and has managed to amass a small fortune. Don't spend it all will you, your next lover may need it, just as you do now."
Ted's, or rather Janice's eyes were bugging out as the new Ted carried on and outlined the existence of 'immortal beings' who fought one another for heads and the power which went with the taking of the others' head, the 'Quickening'.
"Don't worry, you'll know when another is near, your body will react to their presence, however, theirs will also react to your presence, so it's a two edged sword, if you'll pardon the pun. When you get tired of being immortal, or being female, you'll just have to do what I did with you, entice a male to your bedroom and well, I'm sure you'll be able to work it out. Okay Janice, I'll loosen your ropes on this wrist then you can soon free yourself, don't try to follow me, or try to get your old life back, or I will kill you! Enjoy your new life and try to keep this lovely body alive for the next person, okay?" Ted bent over Janice and caressed her breasts one last time, planting a quick kiss on her cheek as he did so, then quickly loosened one of the wrist ropes then exited the motel room, locking the door behind him.
Janice, as we must now think of her, struggled and twisted at the loosened rope until she had her hand free, then twisting the top of her body so as to reach the other rope holding her arm down, started to untie the knots that she, as Ted, had tied only hours ago. As she struggled, she was very aware of her arm rubbing against the large mounds of flesh that now were HER breasts, catching the sensitive nipple from time to time, sending tremors through her body. Although she was new to this body, the body was certainly not new to the erotic sensations that the bondage imparted to it, nor could the mind that was Ted's avoid the sensations of the female hormones coursing through it as he struggled, catching the nipples and pressing on the breasts as he, or rather she, struggled to free herself. The ball gag continually made breathing difficult as the more she struggled, the shorter of breath she became, and the sensations of anoxyia simply excited the body more until it spasmed in orgasam, still with only one arm fully free.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned behind the gag. No wonder 'Ted' had left the gag in place when he left, the noise Janice would have been making by the time she did get free would have alerted the entire motel.
After a while, Janice calmed down enough to finally free her left arm from the ropes, and shuffling down the bed relieved the tension on her legs, and with a heave managed to push herself upright, though her legs were still strapped to the base of the bed, at least she could rub her legs to ease the cramp that now threatened to bring her to tears. Panting around the gag, her jaws aching it was all she could do to rub her hands up and down the silky smooth, firm legs, as she kneaded the knots out of them to rid them of the cramp. When she finally got herself comfortable, and the cramps were reduced to the occasional shiver, she twisted her head to the side, so her hair fell down her front and to one side so she would release the ball gag from behind her head.
"Ohh," she groaned, as she worked the kinks out of her jaw, straining as the pain from being held so far open for so long shot through her face. Then as she leant forward to start freeing her legs, she nearly overbalanced as the weight on her chest, that as Ted, she was completely unprepared for, pulled her forward and she had to put her slim, yet strong arms forward to catch herself. She steadied herself, then released her legs from the ropes, and carefully stood by the bed and looked down at herself.
"Wow, this cannot be happening, but what a body she, erm, I have! It's one to die for. Oh, maybe not the best description from what 'he' told 'me'! I really don't believe this is happening to me, I MUST be dreaming, OW!" she said as she pinched herself, to see if she could wake up.
"Nope, that didn't work. Shit, this cannot be real, can it." she mumbled to herself. She cupped the massive breasts in her hands, which were lost under them, but the sensations that gave made her feel wetter between her legs and the ache on her chest gave a little as she supported them in her dainty hands.
"Damn, I need a bra, not to mention a shower!" Almost as if that was an instruction to her new body, she walked carefully to the bathroom and pulling the cream nightie over her head, dropped it on the floor and entered the shower cubicle. Turning the water to the usual setting she stepped under the spray, realising how much shorter she now was and very quickly she also realised how much more sensitive her new body was, the water was much too hot! Adjusting the spray down she lathered her body and took time to revel in the sensations and experience of the new body as she first washed herself down, then rinsed off the lather. Her hair was a mess now, hanging limply down her body, tangled and knotted, it was going to hurt to get that straight once more.
Stepping out of the shower, she dried herself off, then looking around found the pile of clothes placed neatly on the linen basket. She gingerly picked up the lacy panties and stepped into them, pulling them up her smooth silky legs up into her empty crotch, they were a perfect fit of course. In self defence she had to put the bra on, the weight of her breasts were making her shoulders ache already. She tried to do it as she had seen her girlfriend do it, slipping it around her breasts, fiddling with the clasp behind her back but as she leant forward so that she could fumble behind her, the breasts simply popped out, growing harder all the time for 'Ted' couldn't help but get excited as 'he' saw the huge mammeries bouncing in front of 'him'. Finally she gave in and pulled the bra around so the clasp was in front of her, and pulling it clear so that she could see the clasps, she linked them together, then twisted it around her body, and slipped her arms into the straps, pulling the cups up and around her breasts.
"Finally," she sighed, sitting down in just a satin bra and panties, in front of the small dresser in the bedroom. "This cannot be real, I'm Ted Dansig, I've got my own life to live, I'm a MAN not an over-endowed floosie for God's sake!" Unfortunately for Ted, God didn't answer him, but the feminine body had had enough of the mixed up hormones and the next thing 'Ted' knew, she was crying her eyes out, blubbering over the dresser for all she was worth.
Some time later, when she was all cried out, Janice started to play with the hair brush, almost automatically her hands brushing and unknotting her hair as she worked out the kinks and knots from it. Soon it was straight and luxurient as it had been the first time Ted saw Janice in the bar, Janice found the sensation quite soothing and whilst in this mood, she found herself dressing in the clothes she found in the dresser. She was already wearing a bra and panties, next was a pair of pantihose, followed by a satin slip, red, but trimmed with black lace around the cleavage line. A white blouse was followed by a black mini-skirt, Janice worried about walking in the shoes she found, much smaller than Ted was used to, pointed toes and some two-inch heels on them, but the body was used to them and automatically took ladylike steps rather than the masculine strides Ted was accustomed to, whilst balancing on the heels was second nature to the body.
Once dressed, Janice sat down again and started to apply her makeup, again the body knew what to do and whilst Ted was appalled at what had happened to him, and how he now looked, he had to admit that there was something really sexy about watching himself apply the makeup to this beautiful woman reflected in the mirror. Janice finished, and with a quick lick of her lips, stood and went into the bathroom to find her coat from where 'she' had dropped it earlier. She picked it up and something felt wrong, but at the same time, felt right. It was far heavier that Ted would have expected, yet the right weight as far as Janice was concerned. As she put it on, something hard slapped her down her spine, she wheeled almost expecting to find someone behind her, but there was no one, but the weight was still there, but behind her again.
She felt behind her and her eyes nearly popped out as she felt what could only be a scabbard hung down her back, somehow stitched into the coat. She took the coat off and examined it closely. Yes, there it was, a scabbard complete with a honest to god sword inside it. She carefully pulled at the hilt and the gleaming blade of a stainless steel blade appeared before her. She ran her finger down the blade, it was so smooth and quiet sharp.
"OW! Shit, that hurt!" Janice said aloud to herself. The blade was indeed very sharp and had sliced her thumb clean open down to the bone. Dropping the sword back into it's scabbard, she dashed to the sink where she washed the blood away from the cut in an effort to see how much damage she had done. As the water washed the blood away, it started to run clear almost immediately. She looked again, the water was now clear, and there was no sign of any cut on her thumb, it had completely healed.
"Wow, maybe he, she, oh shit, HE wasn't kidding!" Janice wasn't happy about being in a woman's body, but maybe, just maybe there was an advantage to being in an immortal female body, though at the moment, she couldn't have said what it was.
Just then there was a loud hammering on the door, and a voice called though it "Come on lady, time's up! Vacate the room and go home!" It was the manager of the motel although Janice didn't know it being a different Janice to the one who had booked in the night before.
As she didn't want to cause a scene, especially as she had no idea how to act as a woman, she took a last look around and seeing that she had everything in the case she carried, she put her coat on, and left. As she walked out of the motel she saw the way the manager looked at her, she felt disgusted at been ogled like that.
"Right that's it!" she muttered to herself, "If he doesn't like it, tough! I'm the one with the sword after all. I'm going to see myself and make him give me my body back! I don't want to be a damn woman and didn't ask for this after all by God!"
Either God was having the day off, or he was wetting himself laughing at Janice, 'cos her day was just about to get worse!
She looked around her to get her bearings, finding herself quite close to her old apartment block, all she needed to do was take a short cut though this alleyway, and she would be outside her apartment. Then we will see who keeps my body she thought.
Walking though the alley, she stumbled over something sticking out from behind a dumpster, the unfamiliar heeled shoes and the extra weight on her chest made her fall to her hands and knees in response to being tripped. As she started to pick herself up, she glanced at what it was she had tripped over.
"Oh God!" she retched, as she realised it was a dead body. Maybe, if half of what 'Ted' had said was true, her body may have seen a corpse before, but this Ted hadn't so she rapidly emptied her new stomach beside the dumpster. As her nausea eased a little, she dared to look at the corpse, to her added horror, he had been shot, and it was himself, or rather his old male body laying there.
"NO!" she wailed as she slipped to her knees as her whole world seemed to collapse around her, now what the hell was she going to do, there was now no way of getting her old body back no matter what she tried.
"Hey mama, don't cry. I've got your meat right here!" A latino voice drawled just behind her. She started to try to get up to see who it was but a hand pushed her back down, holding on to her shoulder whilst something hard was pressed up against her neck.
"No, you stay down there. Give me your purse and I might just let you live, if you make me happy that is!" The voice continued.
Janice realised it was one, or maybe more of the local gang bangers who terrorised the neighbourhood. She started to struggle as she did not plan on either handing over the only details of who she now was, nor had she any plans to be raped, eugh! That's disgusting, let a man make love to her, him, well, her! No way!
The struggle was shortlived, there was a loud noise, a short burst of agony and blackness.
The mugger quickly grabbed the purse, meaning to empty it and put the contents with the stuff he had stolen from the dead guy whom he had also just killed, but the size of Janice's breasts, straining even in death against the fabric of her top, made him pause and he couldn't help but drop to his knees and start to fondle them, 'Wow' he thought, 'still warm.'
Who was most surprised is debatable when Janice's eyes opened and her impressive chest drew a deep shuddering breath. He flew backwards in terror as Janice got to her knees, her hand snaking over her shoulder to grab the hilt of her sword in reflex to her awakening. Operating pretty much on 'automatic pilot' she pulled the sword out and lunged for the mugger, spearing him through the heart as he groped again for his gun, killing him outright. Pulling the sword out, she brought it round to her shoulder height, paused, and with a single slash, took his head clean off. He was not an immortal, so nothing happened except that his body slumped to the ground, whilst his head bounced soggily coming to rest by the dumpster.
Janice threw up again as she realised what she had done, what had really happened to her. She had been killed, she had risen from the dead, then her body had taken over and reacted to the threat of the mugger and slain him, then beheaded him, immortal style.
Wiping the back of her hand against her full lips, she cleaned the last of the vomit off her face as best she could, then daintly made her way over to Ted's body and found his key ring in the coat pocket. Collecting her thoughts, she averted her face from the stump that still oozed blood from the neck of the mugger, and gathered her purse and Ted's wallet from his pockets. Now there was nothing to stop her making use of Ted's apartment as well as her own, once she had the time to sit down and check out where it was her new self actually lived.
Crossing the road, hoping that no one who knew her would see her dressed as a woman, then realising that she looked totally different now and anyone who knew Ted would never recognise Janice as him, she entered the apartment block and made her way up to the second floor where his flat awaited.
Luckily the neighbours where all at work by now, so she took the keys out, picked the door key out and let herself into the apartment. She made her way first to the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat up, fumbled for a zip, realised what she was doing so pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties and pantihose part way down her legs. Still in shock of all that happened to her today, she fumbled for 'her' penis, only when she found nothing did she realise that she no longer had one!
Standing in front of the toilet, her panties down around her ankles, her bladder bursting, all she could do was turn around, and keeping her skirt up at the back, lowered and sat on the seat, just in time as she could not hold it in any longer. As soon as she sat the flood came and her bladder emptied itself. Once she had finished, she grabbed a handful of tissue and wiped herself dry. At first she just wiped herself roughly, she very quickly found that was not a good idea as her new organs were much more sensitive than Ted's penis had been. She finished drying herself off by gently dabbing at herself.
Flushing the toilet, she stood, looking at her reflection in the bathroom cabinet mirror. There she noticed that her blouse was stained with her vomit, and speckled with the muggers blood from when she beheaded him. Quickly pulling the blouse off, ripping the buttons in the process she just made it back to the pan as she threw up yet again from the memories of taking the muggers' head. Finally she could retch no more, and washed her face again in the sink, before drying herself on the towel. She went into Ted's bedroom to grab a t-shirt to cover herself with, her firm breasts bouncing gently as she walked. Pulling open the dresser she chose a Lord of the Rings t-shirt, one of Ted's favourites. On Ted it fit his body sungly, finishing just below his waist, on Janice, it reached almost to the hem of her skirt, well below her panties and the neckline gaped as she knelt a moment, exposing a substanstial amount of cleavage.
Having covered herself, Janice realised that she was thirsty, so leaving the bedroom she crossed the living area to get a drink from the kitchen. Or at least, she started so as there was a knock on the apartment door. She turned and automatically opened it, after all, this was Ted's own apartment.
Standing there was Cassie, Ted's ex-girlfriend, the one who finally admitted that she liked women to Ted.
"Cassie! What are you doing here?" Janice asked excitedly, for Ted still fancied her.
"Sorry, have we met? Where's Ted and why are you wearing his t-shirt? Who are you anyway?" Cassie stammered as the beautiful stranger addressed her as if they were old friends. 'I wish! She is HOT!' thought Cassie.
"Cassie, it's me, erm." 'Oops' thought Ted, 'can't say that, not looking like this!'
"Erm, I'm Janice," she said, thinking fast. "I'm Ted's cousin from Vermont. I'm er, a distant cousin on his mother's side and he's told me all about you!" Janice finished.
'Oh great! Does that mean she knows I'm a lesbian, I wonder if....' Cassie thought.
"Oh right, Ted never said anything about a cousin like you. Have you, erm, are you, erm. Well, erm. Have you seen Ted?" Cassie finished lamely.
"No, not today anyway. He, erm, went out last night and hasn't come home yet." Janice said, thinking as fast as she could. After all, she couldn't tell anyone what had happened to her, him! her! last night.
"Oh, well, as long as he's okay. I know like, we may have broken up, but I still want him as a friend and I know he was hurt in the way we broke up." Cassie said, trying to extend the conversation, if only to spend some more time in the presence of this beautiful woman in front of her.
"Yes, I know you hurt him a lot. I don't know how he is going to come to terms with all that happened to him." Janice snapped. "If you hadn't broken things off with him, maybe last night...." She broke off as she realsed what she had been about to say.
"Last night? What happened to him last night? And yes, I know I should have told him some time ago I was more interested in other women, but I liked him very much, and wanted to keep him as a friend." Cassie finished lamely.
Janice stood looking at Cassie, thinking hard. Then, making up her mind said; "Come on in, I've got a strange tale to tell you and I really need a friend to talk to. I know you were a friend to Ted, and I think you will be for me too."
Cassie entered and the two women sat and talked about all that had happened to Ted, or Janice as he was now. Cassie gasped at all the right places, refused to believe it at first, the story was just too fantastic to be true, but Janice knew all the things that Cassie and Ted had done, even the things that Janice, as a 'cousin' could not, and would not know.
By the time Janice finished laying out the story, the two were crying on each others' shoulders, arms around each other, Cassies' hand on Janices' thigh, gently caressing her silken clad leg, carefully going higher and higher, finally slipping her hand under Janices' skirt, whilst guiding Janices' hand onto her breast, whispering encouragement into her ear.
Time passed and as they became more comfortable with each other, and the fantastic tale, the pair of them gravitated towards the bedroom, shedding their outer clothes as they went, ending up in their bras and panties in Ted's bed, kissing and exploring each other's bodies for what seemed like hours. Cassie loved the experience, she was with an absolutely gorgeous woman who wanted to hold and caress her, Janice, well, she was less than happy with things, BUT she was in bed with Cassie again, exploring her beautiful body even if she could no longer have penetrative sex with her any more.
Eventually they both climaxed yet again, and laid back on the very rumpled bed and gasped for air, even the windows had steamed up, they had generated so much heat in their love making.
Cassie moved back in to Ted's apartment, this time to live with Janice, and the two "girls" got on so well, this situation almost, almost, made things bearable to Janice. She was not too happy with the situation as deep in her mind, she was still male. But, cuddling up with Cassie each night, spending time with her, talking things through, discussing all the girlie things that two lovers did, made up for a lot. But still, Janice hankered to be male again.
Weeks passed, and Cassie went to LA for a family visit, leaving Janice to her own devices for the week. Janice decided to try to get herself a male body, without telling Cassie of her plan.
Cassie left early on the Monday morning, following one hell of a steamy night of passion, and Janice dropped her off at the airport, giving a couple of the porters' a serious hard-on as they watched the two beautiful women kissing and fondling in the drop-off zone before Cassie caught her plane, and Janice drove off to change her life around.
That evening, Janice got her best lacy underware on, splashed her Chanel on in all the right places, did her hair up and slipping her sword into its sheath, threw her coat on and left the apartment for what she hoped would be the last time in this body. She drove to the nightclub she had picked and looking like she did, was whisked straight through the waiting queue and was soon dancing away, looking for a good looking man to switch bodies with.
She soon found him, propping up the bar, just as Ted had been all those months ago. She walked up to him, his eyes following every move of her shapely body swaying towards him. Her legs seemed to go on forever and he was quickly lost in the limpid pools that were her eyes.
"Hi, want to go somewhere quiet and have some fun?" Janice purred at the man.
"Uhhh, yeah," he all but drooled at her.
"Okay, I know this hotel around the corner. I'm Janice by the way." She said as she took his hand.
"Uhhh, Grant." He said as his eyes where drawn to the cleavage showing down her blouse, the lace of her bra visible above the blouse, and with his extra height, he could also see the fabric of her bra, beneath and between her breasts down the neckline of her blouse, straining its satin fabric as she moved.
They booked into the hotel for the night, Grant paying for the room, with little prompting from Janice and they let themselves in, locking the door behind them.
"Okay lover, just let me get changed and you'll be in for a night you'll never forget." Janice promised Grant huskily.
"Uhhh, okay." Grant was a man of few words it seemed.
Janice walked to the bathroom, her butt swaying sexily keeping Grant's eyes on it, her legs flashing beneath the coat's rear slit, her heels clicking in the hard floor. She closed the door to and quickly stripped off, slipping into the white silk nightie that Janice had bought for her shortly after she had moved in with Cassie.
Grant meanwhile had enough presence of mind to stagger to the bed and strip off himself, slipping beneath the sheets to await this foxy lady who was coming on to him.
Janice opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the main room, standing there, left leg slightly raised on tiptoe, so that the bathroom light shone through her silk nightie, silhouetting her slim lithe body taking Grant's breathe away. She moved gracefully to the bed, then as Grant lifted the sheet for her to join him, she slipped into the bed with him, snuggling up to his body.
She traced his chest down towards his crotch with her fingers, finally reaching hold of his penis, now firming up as she massaged it. Meanwhile his hands were fondling her breasts through the silk and slipping one hand behind her, pulled her firm body to his, their lips met and they kissed deeply. Janice was ready for this, Ted's mind was less than thrilled with the idea, but the body was more than willing and Janices' instincts had taken over, drowning out Ted's cries deep in her mind and pushing Grant back against the bed, Janice raised herself up, straddled his body and raised her nightie up and over her head, allowing her firm breasts to hang free, suspended in front of his eyes, whilst she grabbed firm hold of his penis and inserted it into her vagina, thrusting herself down on it, driving it home deep inside her.
"OOOOOHHHHHH!" She all but screamed as the sensation of his penetration of her body coursed through her body.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" He groaned as her vagina grabbed hold of his penis as she dropped onto him and between them, locked together, hands pulling one another to each other, thrusted and rocked as he came, pumping into her.
Finally, or all too soon, who could tell, they were spent, a limp penis slipped out of a wet vagina, and both sank to the mattress and Janice smiled as she closed her eyes.
'Finally, now when I open my eyes, I'll be in his body and he can look forward to being female until he can find the balls to have sex with a man!' Janice thought.
She opened her eyes, to see Grant getting dressed beside the bed.
"What!" Janice all but screamed.
"Hey babe, don't worry, you were great! But it's almost dawn and I have to get home to get ready for work. Hey you were fantastic, and I'd love to do it again sometime real soon, but next time I want to be on top."
Grant ducked as Janice threw the Gideon bible from the bedside cabinet at him. He couldn't figure her out and quickly grabbed his jacket, pulled out his wallet and threw a $20 bill on the bed and decided that the better part of valour was a quick exit as Janice started swearing at him like a dock stevedore.
"Son of a Bitch! Why didn't it work? Why am I still in this body! I did everything she say I had to! Why the fuck am I still like this? And after finally getting the nerve to have sex with a man for god's sake!" She was crying by the time she wound down from her outburst, her female hormones coming to the fore following intercourse.
"It's just not FAIR!" She screamed at the ceiling.
