Author's Note: This continues directly from Gender Swap Week, please enjoy that story first.
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Becka rolled off of me. I staggered to my feet, quickly reviewing the bruises and scratches. I felt used. I felt dirty. I felt alive. I gather my clothes and head into his shower, careful to lock the door behind me.
The hot water felt cleansing as I tried to get a handle on what was happening to me. To be assaulted, to be used for someone else's pleasure, made my heart race. This is not what was supposed to happen, in three days, everyone would swap back and what then? How would I look my sister-in-law in the face after this, knowing what we had done.
Was it unique to Becka? I turned the water off, my thick red curls now limp and dripping over my shoulders. Was it something about her or rather him that made it so I just couldn't say no? Or was it something innate to who I was - that with the gender situations reversed I just needed to be fucked?
I needed answers. I dried myself with Becka's nice towels, dressed quickly and took a deep breath. Okay.
I opened the door to the bathroom and peeked out into the living room. Becka was there, still in his shorts and loose t-shirt, idling scrolling on his phone. He looked up, an expression of vague guilt passing over his face.
He starts to speak but I hold up a finger. "Nope. We're not talking about this now." He nods, disappointed but chastened.
"I'll text, okay?" I offer and with that, I sweep out of the house and back home. Unlocking the door, the house feels odd, slightly askew. The height difference - as a man, I am six feet but even just that six inches of difference feels alien. Disorienting.
What to do? You needed more data, more information. You look at the clock. It's still early, 10am. That means the insurance office should be in full tilt. You took the days off but you could come in and pick up some personal items, talk with coworkers. Just get back to a normal head space.
What could possibly go wrong?
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"Ryan, what the hell are you doing here on your day off?" Erika asked as soon as I walked in the door. Erika cut an imposing figure before the gender swap - she usually was a mighty six foot tall nordic woman with straight shoulder length brown hair and sharp cheekbones. The change had done little to lessen the impression, in fact, it had enhanced it. Now her, or rather his hair came in a loose tumble tousle around his eyes and ears, but with a short cropped brown beard, strong jaw and muscular frame to go with it.
"I'm having a rough time, can I buy you lunch?" Erika paused, taking a moment to really look at me. His eyes, dark and intense, swept my long legs stretching out from a black ruffled skirt to the long sleeve shirt stretched tight over my full breasts, to the nervous frantic look on my face, to the bag of take out in my hand.
"Of course Ryan. Let's grab the breakroom before anyone else clocks out." He nods to Marie, formally a buxom latino woman, now a slender man with a thick mustache, to cover the front.
The breakroom is a small affair, just enough room for a table, a few chairs, a sink and a microwave. Even the fluorescent light flickered, giving the whole thing a surreal energy even without the current state of affairs. Erika and I made short work of the pad thai and then my story came tumbling out, in fits and starts. The disappointing encounter with Brenna, the wild party scene at Becka and Brian's, the assault in the garage. Erika balled his hands up, slowly tearing a napkin to pieces in frustration.
"He raped you." He said with finality. I shook my head.
"No, I . . . I wanted it to happen. I enjoyed it."
"It doesn't matter if you enjoyed it! If you said no, and he persisted, that's rape!" He pounded the table, causing the to-go containers to jump. You chew your lip, trying to figure out what to say. What needs to be said? That I had the best orgasm of my life? That all I want is to make it happen again?
"Everything okay in here?" Claudia pokes his head in. Claudia, the commercial insurance agent, is usually a fifty-something woman with chunky earrings, dramatic eyeshadow and a fondness for cackling like a witch at the slightest thing. The gender swap had been kind to her, she gained a firm jaw and sturdy build, transforming her into a silver fox, with a Richard Gere sort of vibe.
"We're fine, Claudia." I say absent-mindedly, eyes still on Erika. Claudia does a double-take.
"Wow, Ryan, is that you?" He comes in, putting a warm hand on my shoulder, looming over you. "You look incredible!" I feel his eyes hot on my chest, the cut of my shirt giving him an impressive view.
"Just lucky that way, who would have thought?" I say, trying for a laugh. I'm suddenly aware of his waist, pressed against the back of my chair. I feel an overwhelming urge to turn, to stroke his cock and pull it out of his pants and suck it till it brings him to his knees. I push the thought away as the silence stretches on.
"Well, thanks Claudia." Erika says pointedly. Claudia snaps his head up, tearing his eyes away from my chest.
"Right, good to see yah." and with that, he glides from the room, closing the door behind him.
"Fucking horndogs." Erika mutters.
"Has it been bad?" I ask. Erika gives a big sigh.
"Yeah. We had a good looking client come in yesterday and you would have thought that the circus was in town. Everyone was popping out of their office and finding an excuse to hang out in the lobby. Bunch of idiots here." Erika scratches his beard.
"How are you doing with all this?" I ask, suddenly worried I had dominated the conversation. Erika looks down at the torn up napkin.
"It's fine. I mean, finding clothes was a thing but I've got enough to get me through the next couple of days. Everything else is pretty much the same. I go to work, I eat, I watch my netflix. No big deal really." I shoot him a skeptical look. Before the swap, Erika had been between boyfriends for a while and was getting more than a little antsy.
"Really? No big deal? You didn't call up an ex for a little . . . you know?" He shakes his head.
"Rio is down in Port Townsend and Justin is an asshole."
"Justin is an asshole." I echo.
"Besides, there's plenty you can do yourself. You know this. You're a guy."
I laugh. "This is true."
"The only thing . . . I never expected it to be so messy." He admits. "Like, I know that was a thing, because hello, sex is messy, but damn. It gets everywhere!"
"Running out of tissues?" I ask.
"Running out of tissues and towels and sheets." We both crack up.
"That bad, huh?" He nods. "Even when I do it two or three times in a row, I can't seem to . . . it just isn't enough." I bite my lip, visions of him stroking his cock filling my head. Fuck. Fuck! My breath is coming short, I clamp my legs together to try and keep focused.
"Maybe you just aren't doing it right." I say, my voice getting low and breathy. Erika looks up at me, suddenly.
"Oh Ryan. You don't have to do that. After what you've just been through . . ." I look at him, eyes pleading.
"I want to. Please. It won't get weird. Just . . . just let me see it." I stand, going to the window of the breakroom and twisting the blinds shut. That should help, at least for the casual walker by.
Erika has scooted back from the table slightly and unbuckled his belt. He fishes his cock out of his pants, struggling to get it out of his boxers.
It is huge. Long, thick and standing tall and proud.
"Holy shit, Erika, you are packing!" I blurt out.
"Really?" He asks. "I knew I was big but I haven't had much to compare to." I pull over a seat right next to him and grasp the shaft. The whole cock jumps in my hand. I slowly stroke it up to the full bulbous head and then trace my way down to the swollen balls, thick and pendulous.
"That's a really big cock." I move my hand, slowly, deliberately stroking, getting a steady rhythm. Erika moans.
"Fuuuuuck." His head lolling back. "That feels good."
"Does it now? How about this?" I pick up the pace, jacking him faster. I can't help myself, my pussy is gushing, my panties are soaked, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He bucks, his hips coming up off the chair. I need more. I bend over and slip the head between my soft wet lips.
"AHH!" He cries out, I can barely fit the head in but I keep stroking him, faster and faster. He throws his head back, hands tangling in my hair. His pre-cum is salty. I pull at his balls, swirling my tongue and then pushing it down my throat as far as I can manage.
"Oh god, ooooo goddddd!" He moans. "I didn't know . .. feels so good!" I pull my head up and trace up and down his shaft with my tongue, sending shivers of sensation through his body. His legs are wide spread, his muscles tense, every fiber of his being focused on the eroticism of this moment. I pull my head up and look him in the eyes.
