The change swept suddenly throughout the nation. We knew it was coming, the blaring news reports had prepped everyone, "GENDER SWAP IMMINENT" although they had been less precise about the cause. Some had reacted to the news with panic, others with mild indifference, most open curiosity or mild irritation at the disruption.
Even with preparation the raw shock of waking up in a different body was hard to handle. I awoke suddenly, in the bed I share with my wife Brenna. Sun streamed in through the windows as I glanced over at Brenna. Her normal round curves had been transformed into a burly strong man with a soft jaw and thick muscular legs. Brenna's hair now short dark and curly bunched tightly on his head. Shaking my head, I noticed the thick red curls cascading over my shoulders. Looking down, I could see my full breasts and the curves of my hips. My broad shoulders remained, but with hips and breasts to match. I grinned. I had been looking forward to this.
First thing, I reached over and ran my hand lightly across Brenna's chest and stomach before grasping his cock. Brenna arched her back and let out a low groan. The excitement jolted through me and I could feel myself getting tingly. We didn't have much time before work, so I quickly started stroking him, first slow then fast. Brenna had never felt such intense concentrated stimulation, he turned this way and that as I pumped and pumped until he erupted, gasping, over the sheets and my hand. I gave him a naughty smile and planted a kiss on Brenna's lips.
"So that's what it's like for a man!" My wife beamed. I grinned. "Off to the shower with you, we've got to get ready for work."
Luckily, one of Brenna's old bras fit me, so I was able to cobble together a pair of her black lacy panties, some tight yoga pants, a camisole, her black lacy bra and a jacket. The clothes were ill-fitting and would probably get my female coworkers sent home from the insurance agency if they wore it any other day but it was the best of my options. My legs were still much longer than my wife's, gender swap notwithstanding.
Brenna had an easier time. Belting my pants to her square build, he rolled up the sleeves on my usual button up shirts and was ready to go.
"Remember, go slow." I cautioned my wife as we carpooled to work. "We have a whole week like this, let's not go nuts the first day." He gave me a wolfish grin, looking suddenly predatory on his now male face. As a woman, Brenna was bisexual. She had settled for me, a goofy guy, when we got married but we both knew she was eager to sleep with a woman. We had made an agreement that this week was anything goes. Or at least for her, well now him. Brenna was occasionally jealous and hadn't really sorted out her feelings on whether I could sleep around. I had politely agreed to talk about it after the Change took effect.
The insurance company was in a mild state of panic. As an office of all women, the Change led to an office of surly disoriented guys in clothes that were too big or too small for them, giving more the impression of the morning after a frat party than a professional environment. I slipped in, relatively unnoticed in my large jacket and quietly answered emails. Erica, my coworker, had been transformed into a tall, viking-esque man clad in rather well dockers that rode high on his legs, showing white socks and beat up tennis shoes.
"Where did you find shoes that fit?" I asked, the first words we had spoken all morning. He shot me a glance, we had been warm friends before the change but neither one of us was chatty in the morning.
"I hit the Goodwill on the drive in." I smiled and stood to grab paper from the cabinet. I felt the warmth of his gaze shift to my bottom, full in the yoga pants. He gave an awkward cough and shuffled some papers at his desk. I look over my shoulder and see him shifting in his seat to hide his erection. I smile to myself and return to work.
***
After work, Brenna and I planned to meet up at Becka and Brian' for games and to see how they were dealing with the gender day. Becka was Brenna's sister, and Brian her husband. They lived a few blocks away from our house and we regularly spent time together.
I was confused at the tall slender woman who answered their door. She stood a good half a foot taller than me, with short cropped black hair, a slight frame and an awkward half smile. Brian was dressed in a loose fitting black t-shirt and jeans that had obviously once been Becka's held up by a belt. His lanky thin frame had been preserved but the pixie cut and clothing transformed her from scrawny fry boy at a local cafe into sultry emo chick.
"Come on in. Mike and Meera are already here." Curiosity piqued I pushed on inside their house, Brenna stumbling slightly over his now large feet, following behind me. Brenna, not missing a chance, gives Brian a big hug, his hands roaming slightly over her slender form.
I had wondered how the Change would affect Brenna's sexuality. Brian looked like just her type, small breasts, short dykish hair, the kind of girl Brenna would all over most days but had turning male altered her tastes? It certainly had mine, but then again, I was straight.
If there ever was a person who looked prepared for the Change, it was Mike. Standing five foot four, she had a full head of blonde straight hair, pouty lips and I'll be damned if she didn't dig up some hoop earrings. She was wearing tight fitting jeans (Meera's?) and a form-fitting t-shirt stretched over some sizable breasts. She was standing in the middle of the room, downing a full cup of something I suspected was hard alcohol.
Meera was sprawled out on one of the couches, his arms resting on the back looking up at Mike with a stupefied grin on her face. Wavy light brown hair fell over her intense eyes. He wore a huskies sweatshirt and a baggy pair of jeans. By the way he was listening, I could tell that she and Mike pre-funked for our party. He looked awkwardly like a high-school stoner.
Becka was mixing drinks in the kitchen, a big smile on his suddenly masculine features. The change brought a handsome mix of sandy blonde hair and broad shoulders, turning Becka into a vague resemblance of the frat boys that sometimes fill up the dive bars when the university is in session.
Becka handed me a drink and complimented my outfit, his laugh sounded full and his hands were warm when they touched mine to hand me the drink. It was strong and burned on the way down. I wondered if this body would be more or less resistant to alcohol. Becka shared a conspiratorial grin and leaned into my ear, "Brian didn't want to do anything this morning in the new bodies, said it felt wrong, but I've been feeding him drinks all night," He grinned, his gruff male voice at odds with Becka's normal lilting cadence. "He is pretty drunk already, who knows what might happen later." I laughed, "Could you sound more rapey?" Becka grimaced slightly, "I just want to know what it would feel like on this end."
"Same here." I said, suddenly quite aware of how close he was to me. I could feel that familiar tingling sensation. Becka was handsome, breathtakingly so, my mind wandering to Brenna's face earlier today. I wondered what Becka's face would look like if I did the same thing.
"Brenna and I didn't get a chance to do much this morning. I got him off but that was about it." Becka looked surprised. "Really? Like with your . . ." I gave him what I hoped was a flirty grin, "With my hands but I'm eager to see what else I can do. Or can be done to me." I smiled and walked over to the couches, swaying my hips. I was amused to see Becka struggle with his jeans before sitting down, the new erection obviously giving him some discomfort.
Brenna and Mike had already cornered Brian and were peppering her with questions and flirty glances. Occasionally, Brenna would look over his glasses at Mike and share a conspiratorial smirk. Something was going on there, I was sure, but it would come out in the game. I shuffled the cards and spread them out around the cup of liquor. Meera perked up as we refilled his drink for the game of kings cup.
