Mike:
I check my hair one more time before I spritz on my cologne and rush out the door. I'm meeting my girlfriend tonight for a dinner in the Manhattan. I hope I am dressed up enough for the dress code for this place. Rusted red pants and a classic black t-shirt and jacket. I have my nice shoes on as we're going to a very fancy restaurant as a birthday gift from my parents.
After jumping on the train, I scroll my photos of me and my girlfriend together. She told me she is wearing something nice but everything looks nice on her. She's about 5'6" with light brown almost blonde hair and curves painted by god. I've never seen bigger tits in my life. Even fake ones have nothing on her. And she's so funny and beautiful too. I see men and women side eye us when we walk together hand-in-hand. I am around the same height but I'm slim with dark brown almost black hair. Everyone we pass knows she's out of my league but for in god's grace she doesn't seem to see it. I hope I don't look underdressed next to her.
Barely getting by the maitre d, who glances begrudgingly at my shirt, I sit down at our cloth covered table. I look around at the warm light coming in from the yellow stained glass windows. It's been a long time since I've been to a restaurant this nice. That's when I see my girlfriend, Simone, walk into the restaurant. Men at every table turn to check her out as she enters the room beaming. She's got such a beautiful smile. She's wearing a sleeveless black Calvin Klein dress with a long gold zipper trailing her spine. The square neckline highlights her décolletage and makes her bright skin glow. The dress clings to her body in a particularly flattering way. Men's eyes trail her as they watch her smile to her chest and finally her shapely legs and high heels as she makes her way to my table. She rarely wears heels anymore since we are around the same height but they make her slender legs extend even longer than one could imagine.
"Happy Birthday!" She squeals as she bends over to give me a hug and kiss.

I watch the men around us gage whether we're here on a date or if I'm some how related to this beautiful specimen. I stand up from my seat and kiss her on the lips. I feel her fall against me. Eyes shift back to the women that these men brought tonight. I can't decide if I feel worse for the women on these dates or that none of these men will ever get a woman like Simone. 

"How was your day?" She asked as she settled in.
"Great now that you're here"
We chatted and laughed through out the evening. I played with her long curled hair as we drank more little fruity cocktails. We even got birthday drinks from two men thinking a glass of spiked fruit juice would steal her away from me.
Reasonably tipsy, we pile in an uber and speed back to our apartment. I fully take her in. From her high heels to her incredibly tiny black dress and exposed neck, I've never been more hard in my life. The way her shoe stop lightly binds her calf makes her look like a dominatrix. It's always been a fantasy of mine for her to dominate me. I stare at her heels as I imagine getting on my knees in front of her. I look up and realize she isn't wearing panties. I move my hands to her thighs to begin to feast but she stops me, gripping my hair, and tilting my head back.
"First, you worship me."

 She says in a deep, commanding tone. I lower my head to the floor and kiss her feet.
"Now say thank you"
"Oh, thank you mistress," I say breathlessly, "Thank you for letting me even kiss your feet. I don't deserve more than the air from a room you've just left" She spits on my face. It drips down as I profusely thank her.
"Swallow it"
I lap up the spit as it dribbles down my face. 

"You've been a good boy, here's a treat."
She pushes my chest with the front of her heel. I fall back as she quickly kneels on my face. The overwhelming and intoxicating aroma of her pussy makes me even more drunk than when we left the restaurant. I eat to my hearts desire, licking and sucking her clit, pulling the hood forward just like I know she likes. She prays to god as she rides my face, using my mouth as nothing more than a sex toy. 

I grab and massage her ass as she grinds on my tongue. She is always saying she doesn't have an ass, but that's because her tits are just so massive, you have no idea the glory at her lower back.
"Oh fuck" she moans as she grinds deeper and harder, disregarding my need to breathe.
I feel around her ass and find what I'm looking for. I wet my finger with Simone's dripping pussy and push my finger one knuckle into her ass. I feel it grip around my finger remembering times she let me fuck that tight beautiful hole. She begins to scream as she cums on my mouth. I lap up every drop savoring the taste. I eye the strap-on sitting upright on the dresser and feel myself already on the brink of cumming.
"Mike, are you coming?"
Simone breaks me out of my reverie. Our uber has arrived. While I've always had this fantasy, of her totally dominating me, I've never admitted it to Simone. She's just so sweet I can't imagine it would be something she would enjoy as much as me. We traipse up the stairs and into our apartment laughing as kissing between the floors. I unlocked our front door see a small cupcake with a candle on the kitchen table.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Simone begins to sing as she lights the candle. After the final note she kisses the top of my head. "Make a wish!"
God I just want her inside me. To over power me.
I close my eyes and blow out the candles.
Simone:
As the lights go out I feel a strange lightness come over me. I feel like I might pass out.
I catch myself on the back of our kitchen chair as I feel a weight get lifted off me. It's like I lost a 25 pound backpack but I'm wearing it the wrong way. I paw at my chest to check my heart rate when I realize, my tits are gone. That's when I feel a cool breeze on the back of my neck from the air conditioner. And the fabric of my pants.
I'm in Mike's body.
I run to the bathroom, passing Mike in my body on the ground, he seems to have fallen from the heels I was wearing. I look at myself in the mirror, Mikeself? I shake my head, incredulous. I must be passed out and fell and hit my head and now I'm in a coma. I breathe in deeply. I must admit, I feel so much more free in this body. I feel like I float do to the lack of weight on my chest. Then I feel something even more strange stirring inside me.
I'm so fucking hard right now.
I stumble out of the bathroom. The rapid shift of blood flow from the body switch and now rushing to my (Mike's?) cock has left me dizzy.
"What's going on?" Mike says, dazed and confused, chest heaved over as he's not yet used to the weight.
"I think we some how... switched bodies?" I say, hesitantly as even I don't know what's going on.
"Oh my god," Mike's (My?) eye's widen in horror. His eyes dart to me, "My birthday wish."
"Huh?"
"I wished... I wished that we would switch bodies." He looks away in shame.
"What?! Why would you wish that?"
His cheeks turn beet red, his neck turns scarlet from the pink undertones in my skin.
"I... I kind of have this fantasy," he says carefully, "Where you dominate me."
"What, like with chains and whips and stuff?" I ask.
"No, well I mean I'm not against that, but more like you... overpowering me. Telling me what do to. Taking control. I guess when I fantasized about us switching bodies it was because I wanted you to get off from fucking me. Not just using some toy."
My cock twitched. "Well, it's certainly interesting." I never told Mike about this, but I was exclusively hooking up with women before I met him. I knew my way around a strap on but never realized he would be interested in that sort of thing. 

"Get your knees then." I say in a commanding tone.
"Hm?" Mike says a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
"Get. On. Your. Knees. I will not be repeating myself from this point forward," I grab under his chin and squish his newly rounded cheeks, "Understood?"
"Yes, daddy." Mike whispers.
"Okay, now be a good little boy and suck daddy's cock."
He looks up at me in alarm and intrigue. The poor thing has never sucked cock before. Well, if I'm in this body forever, he better learn. Mike pulls my cock out of my jeans and begins to jerk me off. Holy fuck it already feels so good. Like someone took my clit and extended in 6 inches. I get longer and thicker the harder he jerks me off. He's got this part down to a science. Finally he positions his mouth inches from my cock.
