Thursday, 2 July 2020

This is the best thing that ever happened to us.

Rachel had not seen her body since that night she stole the guys.

She could not help wondering how Martin was getting on in it.

So one lunch break she decided to call and check on him.

Martin was a little bit surprised when he saw his own body walk through the door.

He could not help wondering what she was doing here.

He picked up his trait and walked over to her table.

He said in a friendly tone what can I get you?

Rachel looked at him and said you seem to be doing well.

Martin looked down at her and said.

It was hard at first going from high-flying executive to this.

It was a very steep learning curve learning how to be a woman/topless waitress and stripper.

Rachel looked back at him and said it wasn't easy learning how to do your job.

I thought all you did was sit behind a desk and make other people do the work.

But just like you I think I've got into the swing of things now.

Martin noticing his boss was watching them said you better order something before I get in trouble.

Rachel I said with a smile on her lips I'll have a cold beer and a lap dance.

Martin smiled as he showed her to the VIP suite where he shown her what he had learnt over the past 7 months and how much he was liking is new life.

Rachel sporting a massive hard-on said to him my god you have been learning.

So if I offer to swap us back now would you take it Martin?

Martin looked at her and responded by going down on his knees & unzipped her trousers & with one delicate soft hand pulled out the cock that used to be his and gave her the best blowjob she had ever had since becoming a man.

After swallowing everything she could give him he said to her.
when you stole my body I was angry and mad but I quickly learn to love your life.


I never want to go back to my old life wearing a suit and tie working 9 to 5 behind a desk for a faceless corporation before saying that will be 65 dollars &  will I be seeing you again?

Thursday, 2 April 2020

In the 1950's.

original story

I had always had a thing for the 1950's.

The car's the music & the fashions.

I was a traveling salesman from the mid-west of America.

I spent a lot of my time on the road alone.

Whilst on my way to Cleveland I was getting mighty tired and my Ford Taurus needed gas.

So I pulled over at the next gas station which luckily for me had a motel attached.

I went in and asked for a room.

The old man behind the desk said to me he only had one room left & that was the honeymoon suite.

I was exhausted from a day on the road so I just took it. 

The old man smiled and said well it will be on your own head.

I was too tired to wonder what he meant by that.

I got into the room stripped off my clothes and jumped into bed.

I had the most intense and vivid sexual dream.

The year was 1952 I was a young bride & my name was Susan.

I got married to Henry Caldwell a travelling hoover salesman.

When I woke up in the morning and the first ray of sunlight shot through the curtains and landed on me I could tell I was not alone anymore in my bed.

That's when the man lying next to me said hey honey you want to sort out my morning wood?

Something inside of me said yes.

I did not know how I knew it but this was my life and this was how I was supposed to be.

I did what a young bride would on her honeymoon and took care of my husband's every whim.

It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do and the more I got into it the less of a man I was & felt more like the woman I was becoming.

After the first initial shock of waking up as a woman and the carnal lust and pleasure that came with it I felt myself settling down into my new life.

I left the hotel with my new husband and notice the sign guaranteeing that one night in there honeymoon suite you would wake up a new person.

How I traveled back in time & how I became a woman I don't know but I would not give it up for my old life back.

Looking back at that picture taken 20 years ago when I first became Mrs Caldwell that was the happiest point in my life.