"Oh my god, I'm you!" said Frank. He cupped his hands over the large breasts on my former body, and looked shocked. Then he moved a hand down, and touched himself between his legs.

"Oh no! Its gone!" he said.

"No, its right here" I replied, touching myself. What a strange awful feeling to have one of these things dangling down there like that!

"How is this possible?" he said.

"I don't know. I don't know" I replied, still in shock myself.

"What are we going to do?"

"I guess we just go through our day, and hope that we switch back tomorrow. I sure don't want to go around being you!"

"Same here!" he said. "I can't believe I'm a woman!"

"I can't believe I'm stuck in this body now" I said. "But what can we do? I'm going to take a shower, then make breakfast."

"Won't that look funny if I, I man you, Frank, is making breakfast?"

"Would you rather do it? You haven't cooked in ten years" I said.

"I do so cook!" he replied.

"Frozen pizza or hotdogs on the grill don't count. Look Frank, I don't feel like arguing right now. We have enough of a problem here, ok?"

"Yeah I guess so. Go ahead. I'll shower when you're done."

* * *

I took the shower, and soaked up the steam and heat from the shower. I washed myself all over. All this awful hair on my body! I had a hairy chest. It almost made me want to cry! And as I touched myself down there, between my legs, I felt so upset. To have this....this *thing* down there, sticking out of me. I tried to ignore it.

After I showered, I shaved my face. I had never done that, but it was easy. Compared to shaving your legs and your armpits, the face was a snap. I was going to put on my usual undies, but laughed at myself. Frank's body would look silly in panties, but then again, that would really upset him. He almost deserved it, after the way he had treated me for these past years. But I decided to play nice (for now), and to put on his usual boxers.

Then I looked through his clothes. Not a good outfit in the bunch. Way in the back of the closet, I found a shirt I had bought him for this birthday three years ago. He had never worn it. Well, he was going to wear it now!

I found his least wrinkly khaki pants, and put them on, along with dark sox. I never understood how he could go around wearing khaki pants, brown shoes, and white sox! Or worse yet, tennis shoes! If I was stuck in his body, at least he was going to dress nicely. I went downstairs to start cooking.

Fifteen minutes later, I saw Frank come into the kitchen, in my body. I had to laugh! My long hair was a mess, he had put on the worst outfit I had ever seen, with my old jogging pants and a long sleeved shirt. No makeup either.

"Frank, you should have worn something to show off your boobs. You did remember a bra, didn't you? I don't want to have my breasts sag. And you should wear a skirt. You look cute in one!"

"I'm not wearing a skirt!" he said.

"But you're a woman now. You can. And you should!"

"This is bad enough. Don't rub it in" he said. My former voice really sounded whiny now.

"I'm sorry. But you look so pathetic. You're not going out in public in my body looking like that! As soon as we eat, we're going upstairs, and I'll get you into a better outfit. Nothing too feminine, so you don't feel too girly. Okay?"

"Okay".

We were eating, when Jan walked in on us.

"Mom, what's up? You look terrible today!"

"I'm not myself" he said.

"Your mother is having a certain female problem today" I said. Jan gave a knowing look and said good-bye. She had to run over to a friends house. That meant we wouldn't see her all day. Good, as far as I was concerned!

After breakfast, I helped Frank get *my* hair in order, put on some light makeup, and get into a reasonable outfit (wearing a bra this time). He fought everything I did, but at least I looked presentable now (meaning my real body!).

"What now?" he said.

"Well, if some higher power did this to us, there must be a purpose. We must be meant to learn something as each other. Lets try to go through a day together, so we can support each other, help each other, and see if we can make it back to being ourselves."

"That sounds like something a woman would think of" he said.

"I am a woman!" I replied.

"In my body!"

He was clearly upset about being a woman. Far more upset than I was. Could it be that he was more emotional because of all the hormones flowing through my female body? Or was it that I was just stronger than him?

"What would you have us do then?" I asked. "What would a man think of? Sex?"

"Exactly" he said.

"You want to get laid? You want to have me stick this thing into you?"

"This may be our only chance. Don't you want to find out what its like?"

"Not particularly."

"Come on. Lets explore. You're the one who always says we need to try new things in bed. This is your big chance to try something *really* new. Plus, you know what you like. I know what I like. You do to me all the things you really like, and I'll do it to you."

"I don't know. This is all too strange" I said.

"What harm could there be? Come on!"

In my body, he still had his sex drive. Well, at least we now knew that came from his brain. I gave in, and took his dainty little hand, and led him upstairs. I still thought of him as 'him', even though he was in my female body. I hoped we would be set back where we belong, before I got too used to this.

Once in the bedroom, he started to strip out of his clothes.

"Hold it tiger" I said. "Women like to go slow and easy. Let me undress you, at my pace"

I made him start with some hugging and kissing, even though he hated that. After cuddling, I gently touched the soft skin on the cheeks of my former body, and told him how beautiful he was. Only then did I slowly start to undress him. I took off his clothes one item at a time, making a slow sensuous dance out of it.

"How is my body responding?" I asked.

"I feel something between my legs" he said.

"You're getting wet!" I replied.

"Ugh. Don't spoil the mood!" he said. Still ever the man, disgusted at female bodily functions. Even ones that were precursors to sex.

Soon we were naked, and I stared down at the female body that had been my own. I looked at the firm breasts, but that didn't do anything for me. I looked at the crotch that had been mine, and longed to have that back again. Then I looked at my former face and my hair. I stared deep into the eyes that had been mine. Then I let myself get hard.

"You always say that blow jobs turn you on, and you always wanted me to give them to you. So go ahead, show me how wonderful it feels" I said.

"I can't suck you...that's my..my cock" he said.

"You promised to do what turns you on. So get on your knees, and suck."

He was very reluctant, and I could understand why. But by now, I was curious too. I felt my long thick shaft go into the mouth of the woman on her knees before me. It felt warm, it felt wet, but other than that, I didn't see much point in it. I wasn't very excited about it. I wondered if I should let myself come, or if I should try to save it for later. I decided to wait.

"Okay babe, my turn" I said, helping him up onto the bed. I laid him down, and started to work on his (really, my) big breasts with my mouth. I have always found my breasts were sensitive, and if I could have gotten him to ever suck on them and play with them, it would have been a good way for him to have gotten me wet. But he wasn't into doing what *I* wanted in bed. But for now, I did what I had longed to have him do to me. And I could see it was driving him wild.

"Come on, I can't take it anymore. I am *so* ready!" he said.

"Not yet. I'm just getting started" I replied.

In fact, I kept up the foreplay for a full hour. By then, he was so wet that there was a spot on the bed, and we would have to change sheets when we were done. I had made him climax dozens of times already, using my fingers and my tongue. I still sported the same hard-on as I had before, but *I* hadn't even come once yet. But now it was time.

I got on top, and forced myself in. Sometimes when he didn't get me wet, he would have to really work to get all the way inside of me, because I was rather tight in my vagina. But since I had taken the proper time today to get everything wet and ready, it slid in easily. *He* didn't have to experience the discomfort I sometimes felt of having it forced in. No, this was smooth, slow, and gentle. Just like I like. So I know it must have been heavenly for him. The look in his eyes and the way he gasped were telling. He even screamed a couple of times! I rarely did that, so it must have really been good for him.

I kept pumping, slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster. Sometimes shallow thrusts, to make sure the clitoris was well stimulated. Sometimes deep thrusts, which made him open his mouth and the eyes roll back into his head. He must have come six times already since I had penetrated him. He was shaking all over.

Normally, once he mounted me, it would be 1-2 minutes, then he would come, roll off me, and want to go to sleep. But I made sure that I kept up the thrusting for 15 minutes. Only then did I let myself come. I was excited to feel this. Men did so much to chase women, just to have sex. So their orgasms must be really wonderful. I had experienced female orgasms more times than you can count, and I was multiorgasmic to boot. So I had such a high expectation of what the male orgasm was going to be like. I pumped away faster and faster, until I felt it rising up within me.

I was preparing for something like I was used to feel as a woman, but with the expectation that it would be stronger. Thats why I was so surprised when I came. First of all, it was so short! Just for a fraction of a second, I felt a warm surge radiate from my center and spread throughout my body. And like an involuntary tic, or a sneeze, I felt a jolt as I ejaculated. It pumped out in four bursts. But even before the first burst was fully out, the orgasm was over.

"That's it??" I said. "That's all you get in an orgasm?"

He was speechless. He was in the throes of ecstasy, from having just felt orgasm after orgasm. As I said, as soon as he came, normally he would let himself get soft, and roll off me. But I didn't do that. I stayed hard, and kept thrusting, gently now. He moaned as he got a few bonus orgasms. I could tell that his pussy was getting too sensitive now. I would actually get ticklish sometimes! So I carefully pulled out.

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