X-Change: Jamie's Story, Day 03

I spent the rest of that day just relaxing and feeling giddy. I decided not to text Abel – I wanted to play it cool. I'm sure all the women he's usually with just throw themselves at him so I figured I'd let him come to me, if he really did enjoy it as much as I know he did.

By the time Steven got back, I was fast asleep – napping from my day of adventure. Thankfully, he had the courtesy to not wake me up in search of another fuck. He just let me be and I ended up napping for longer than I had planned.

When I woke up, it was 10.30 at night and I was back to being a man. I slowly emerged out of my bedroom and wandered downstairs. Steven was zonked out on the couch – the TV still blaring. I decided not to interfere with the situation, lest I accidentally wake Steven up and he starts asking me to take another pill. It's not that I didn't want to do that... I just didn't want to do it with him. Or, at least, I wasn't sure anymore. I felt guilty because, on the one hand, he was a really nice kid and we did have fun but on the other, he was too over-eager and didn't really care how I felt about the whole situation. He made me feel very used.

I slowly made my way upstairs again and sat down at my desk. I messed around on my computer for a little while but I couldn't help my mind from wandering. I kept having little flashbacks – of being a woman, of the sensations, of sex, of Abel... even of Steven. It was... addictive. I started wondering if the pill had something in it that made me feel that way or whether it was just my own craving of those experiences. I grabbed the bottle, but it didn't seem to have any such disclaimers. "Hmph", I thought to myself, staring wistfully at the pink tube.

I put it back down and tried to focus on watching some silly YouTube videos, in the hopes that I might take my mind off it. But, as I was browsing, I noticed a trending video on the right-hand side: "5 Essential, Simple Make-Up Tips". Normally I would scoff at those kinds of mindless, stupid beauty bloggers... but after my shy foray into putting some on, I decided to click on it, just to see what it was all about.

I was shocked at how much effort it takes to do make-up 'correctly'. All this talk about layering and contouring; I had no idea that there were all these techniques that go into smearing some chemicals on your face. I watched a few more videos – a little fascinated by the whole thing – before eventually getting bored and turning my computer off.

I glanced over at the clock – 12.02. "Day Three," I thought to myself. I felt a little like a science experiment – reflecting on the effects the pill was having and how it was changing me. But I didn't resent it at all. I was quite happy to enjoy the pill even if it came with some minor side effects.

I was bored and there was only one thing on my mind that I wanted to do, but I was a bit reluctant to get overly sucked in too. I didn't want to become addicted. I wrestled with my urges a little bit but then I caught the sight of my shopping bags on the floor and it was enough to send me over the edge. I figured it's a harmless hobby at worst.

I popped a pill and pulled out the nicest dress I had bought that day with Abel's help. I showered, put it on and then snuck into Ryan's room again. I decided to pilfer some of Gwen's make-up again, but this time I was going to go a little further. I applied all the techniques I had just learned but it wasn't quite as easy as those vloggers made it look. I had to wipe my face clean a few times but eventually I managed to work a look I was happy with.

I wasn't sure I looked particularly better with make-up, but I definitely felt more 'done up'. I felt like I was a lady ready to go on a night out. I felt a little bit trashy too, dark eye-shadow and all, but I felt like that was a necessary thing to experience – being a little trashy. After all, it's not like my plunging neckline was that classy to begin with.

I grabbed my keys and snuck through the living room past Steven and out the door. It was time for another adventure – another level of discovery.

I drove into town and headed for one of the popular bars – Ronan's. I took a second to compose myself, looking at my reflection in the rear-view mirror – getting more familiar with this version of me by the hour. I couldn't contain my smile.

I walked in through the door, proud as hell. I felt sexy and I exuded it too. I went straight to the bar, sat down and ordered myself a beer. As the bartender brought it, I wondered if I should have ordered a more 'ladylike' drink but then I thought, "Fuck it, I don't have to abide by any rules".

It wasn't five minutes before some creepy looking guy approached me. His breath stank and he was dressed like he had just escaped a desert island. "Hey, beautiful lady," he said with a grin that made me want to throw up. He had no concept of personal space and made me feel way more uncomfortable than I had ever felt before.

I tried to pawn him off, "No thank you." I said politely, but he seemed incapable of taking no for an answer.

"Oh come on, I just want to buy you a drink," he insisted. I said no in a few different ways but it wasn't phasing him any. Then I tried what I remember girls would always so to me.

"No, really, I'm actually waiting for my boyfriend." I said with as much conviction as I could manage.

And it worked. "Fine, suit yourself." He gave me a malicious look and trundled off. I could tell that, in his head, he was calling me all sorts of names.

I breathed a big sigh of relief. "Damn," I reflected, "Being a girl at a bar is stressful". I downed my drink and quickly ordered another one. The bartender was sympathetic and we had a little laugh at the situation that had just occurred.

About half an hour passed and I realised that the experience wasn't all I was expecting it to be. It really wasn't too enjoyable being leered at by creepy guys who've drunk themselves way past the point of being reasonable. A part of me was seriously considering leaving.

But then I heard a voice that felt familiar. I looked over in that direction and spotted a table of 5 guys deep in some banter-filled conversation. I scanned the group and realised they used to be on the soccer team - I took Ryan to practice almost every weekend. They were a few years older than him and played in the older age group but all the kids still mingled a little bit, so I was very familiar with the 'gang'. The voice that I recognised was of Scott – always the dunce of the group. Always so loud and boisterous, you could hear him from a mile away.

There wasn't much to see – they were just your typical group of sporty men; not interested in anything other than balls. I was about to turn away when I noticed one of them was staring at me. I didn't recognise him and I knew I hadn't met him before... was he new? He had that typical 'popular guy' look – spiked, blonde hair - shaved on the sides. A full sleeve of coloured tattoos arms, a small, shiny earring... and a grin that oozed cocky.

I kept expecting him to eventually go back to the conversation with his friends, but he just kept looking at me with this locked gaze. I suppose I could have broken it but I was a little bit lost in the moment. We must have just been staring at each other for 30 seconds, a minute maybe, when one of his friends grabbed him by the shoulder to get his attention.

I turned back to the bar and sipped on my drink, wondering to myself what exactly he was looking at me like that for. I managed periodic peeks over to the table and every time I did, he was there – staring at me, just this devilish grin permanently etched on his face. What on Earth was he thinking about?

Another 5 or 10 minutes later and I started hearing the sound of chairs shuffling. I looked over again and the party was disbanding – handshakes exchanged, pats on the back – usual guy stuff. They laughed and joked as they all headed for the exit. I turned my face away – scared they were going to recognise me... before realising how stupid that was.

When I turned back around, I noticed that HE was still there. The only one. That grin was back and it was heading straight for me.

He leant over the bar right next to me... but he didn't say anything. Not yet. He just stared at me, as if waiting for me to speak up. It drove me a little bit nuts – the silence. I had to say something.

"Your friends all gone?"

"I told them to leave," he replied calmly.

"Past your bedtime?" I grinned proudly at my little jab.

He chuckled and paused for a second. "No, I figured that since I was going home with you tonight, I wanted to have enough time for us to fuck properly before you head off for work."

I laughed – his directness catching me off guard. I'm guessing that was his intention. "Oh is that so? And what makes you so sure I'm leaving with you, let alone fucking you tonight?"

He leant in a little closer, a boy-ish smile on his face as he whispered, "Call it a hunch."

As we locked eyes I noticed his fingers were tracing circles on my knee. I couldn't believe it, but I felt a little bit turned on... okay, a lot turned on. If I was still in my male body and had seen another guy pull this crap I would have rolled my eyes and scoffed, but when it was happening to me as a woman, it suddenly felt... exhilarating. It was playful, it was spontaneous – the whole situation was set up to be quite titillating. A stranger at a bar, yet also a bad boy... and also someone I really shouldn't fuck but really kinda wanted to. It was like a bunch of erotic clichés all tied up into one very seductive scenario.

Still, I kept my composure. "I'm not sure you can handle me, big boy." I lifted my nearly empty bottle to my mouth, about to drink it when he pulled it out of my hands softly. I watched him press it against his lips, never breaking eye-contact as he sipped slowly. I followed the beer as it went down his throat, a lone drop trickling down his chin.

He put it down on the table, empty. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Try me."

Next thing I knew, we were in the parking lot, making out like horny teenagers. I was running my hands through his soft, short hair and we were wrestling tongues needily. He was a good kisser... to be honest, probably the best kisser I'd ever been with. He was assured yet accommodating, assertive yet tender. I was surprised by how much I was enjoying just being body to body, tongues locked.

He pushed me against his car and started gliding his hand up my dress. There was a split second where I almost let him, but then I slapped his hand away and whispered, "Let's wait till we get back to yours, shall we?" I was turned on but I didn't exactly want to get the police called on me.

He just brought out that naughty grin again and turned towards his car. He stopped just before getting inside and looked at me, "Hey, what's your name?" He said so casually it took any embarrassment away from the fact that we were ready to jump into bed without even a proper introduction.

"Holly," instinctively, getting used to the name. "And you...?"

"Jason." I smiled in approval, then jumped into my car and told him I'd follow his.

His house wasn't far away – five, maybe ten minutes... but my gosh it felt long. It was all I could do to drive safely and not touch myself while steering. My mind kept wondering if he was hard while driving... maybe even stroking himself. The thought just made me wetter.

We pulled into this modest apartment building, going down into the garage area. It looked a bit old and run down but obviously this was all he could afford. We parked quickly – cars wonkily occupying two boxes each – and went straight to the stairwell.

"Come on, I'm on the first floor," he said, grabbing my hand and rushing my up one flight of stairs. Every step made a little more excited, getting closer to his apartment.

He smiled at me as he put his keys in the lock and let us in, the pair of us easing our way inside.

As soon as we were in, Jason grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me against the back of the door as it closed, instantly pressing his lips against mine. I groaned into his mouth, tonguing him for a minute, before I slowly push him away and decided to turn the tables.

I shot him his own cocky look as I slowly walked deeper into his flat, "Not going to give me a tour?" I winked, swinging my ass like a teasing pendulum. He quickly caught up, put an arm around my waist and laughed as he rushed me through his rather small flat.

"Kitchen here, sofa there, bathroom over there," he said in a hurry, pointing to each as we raced by. It was quite a meagre place but it felt kind of... naughty. I somehow liked the idea of fucking somebody who didn't have it all together. I've always been with partners who were safe – who had a good job or a good education and came from a relatively affluent background. It's like all those things were just as important as the person back then... But now I was getting with someone for one reason and one reason only – sex. And I loved the thought of it.

"And here's the important one... the bedroom." He pointed proudly at his disproportionately large bed. It occupied like 3/4s of the small room and was decorated so gaudily – like something out of a porn set. Clearly, he only had one thing on the mind when planning his bedroom... and it wasn't sleeping. The room was dimly lit – just one poor old bulb hanging from the ceiling, giving the place a yellow tint. All things that would make me pull a face ordinarily but right now... they were getting me wetter.

I strolled into the room and headed for the table in the far corner – noticing a stereo sat on top. I grabbed the CD cover on top of it – a collection of classic rock. As I hit play, I suddenly felt a set of arms wrap around my waist. I turned my head and Jason was pressed up against me, his crotch poking against my asscheeks as he started suckling on my neck. "Hi there," I grinned, feeling his erection growing as I slowly grinded my ass back into him. I let out a little groan as he nibbled on my neck, his hands trailing up to grab my tits and squeeze them through my dress. I fiddled with the CD cover as we moved in unison, almost slow dancing to the music. "So you've got a soft side, huh?"

As I said that he bit down on my neck, making me exhale breath sharply and make a hissing noise. "I like to mix it up," he grinned. I felt his hands move round to my back, then heard the sound of my zipper being undone. I felt my dress start to peel open before eventually it dropped to the floor. He pressed his lips against my back and I felt his warm breath on my skin. He kissed his way down my body, unclipping my bra as he went past it. Then, easing his way onto his knees, he started to make his way towards my ass, planting a big kiss on each cheek. I jerked forwards as I felt his hands land on them with a sharp slap, then inadvertently let out a little giggle as he jiggled my ample cheeks.

He playfully bit down on one cheek then began to slip off my panties too. I wiggled my hips to help him out... and also to tease him a little more. When they were off he stood back up and I spun around, meeting his lips again. I lifted his t-shirt over his head and threw it away, exposing his wonderfully toned chest. I trailed my hands down it, exploring his every ridge and contour, until I reached his trousers. I smirked as I undid them and let them fall, leaving him in just his boxers. I felt him breathe in deep as I started to tug them down too, freeing his hard cock to spring out and slap against my stomach. I was just about to reach a hand to start playing with it when he grabbed my waist without warning and threw me down on the bed, lifting me into the air momentarily.

I squealed reflexively, wagging my limbs and laughing as I landed on my ass and bounced down on the bed. He stood by the edge, giving me this intense stare as he just admired my body. I felt so vulnerable – I hadn't had my body analysed like this before... but the way he looked at me – with lust and desire – it made me feel incredibly sexy too. I pushed my legs together, lifted my knees and bit down on a finger, pulling the sexiest pose I could think of, still giggling giddily, "What?"

"You're a sexy little thing, aren't you? Your body is fucking perfect... like it was custom made for me." He crawled onto the bed, prowling towards me like a tiger stalking its prey. He grabbed my legs and parted them assertively, making me present my pussy to him. I gasped as I watched him lower his head and plant a wet kiss right on my labia. I shivered, watching as he brought two fingers down and slipped them inside me one by one. Yet again, I was thrown into a world of unfamiliar sensations. It was one thing having my pussy penetrated this was my first experience of foreplay as a woman. I felt his fingers curl inside me while he simultaneously moved his lips to my clit, sucking on it like I would have done his cock.

I instantly started moaning uncontrollably, grabbing the sheets in my fists as his movements became more purposeful. I was an incredible rush of pleasure – like an electric shock surging through my body. I felt his fingertips rub against my g-spot and it made me squirm in pleasure, writhing on the bed. "Sensitive, are we?" he asked, looking into my eyes as he danced his tongue around my swollen clit.

I could only nod as I grabbed his hair and held him against my cunt... I knew what was coming. Letting out an unrestrained moan that echoed around the room, I felt my body give in and start to cum hard. My legs clamped around his face on their own as I rode out my orgasm, my chest heaving. He stayed locked on me, mercilessly fingering and licking me as I thrashed in pleasure... before finally coming back down to Earth.

I panted as my legs unclenched, practically laughing as I looked at him, "Fuck, I wasn't expecting that!"

I thought he would take a break for a second but he suddenly grabbed my legs and flipped me over. "Then you definitely won't expect this." He grabbed my waist and shoved his cock inside me without warning, making me yelp out loud. I resorted to biting down on a pillow to contain my moans – I had never felt the need to be as loud as Jason was making me be.

He started bucking his hips, slapping against my ass each time he came in from behind. "Fuck, you're so tight!" he exclaimed with joy. It took a few seconds to adjust but I wasn't going to be beaten so easily. I regained my composure and started bucking my hips back into him, taking over as I worked his cock. "Oh fuck, just like that... work those hips, baby". Clearly, he was a dirty talker... and it was working for me too. I liked hearing his grunts and his little curse words of approval as I danced my big, round ass against his pulsing shaft.

We were both loving every second of this. I felt like I was experiencing a part of college I was never supposed to – fucking some handsome, sporty guy in a trashy room, listening to cheesy music while we went at it like needy teenagers.

I turned my head and gave him my sexiest pout, "I want you to fuck me hard." I guess I was getting into the dirty talk too.

He didn't need a second invitation. He grabbed my hair by the roots and yanked it back roughly, making me groan in pleasure again as he tilted my head backwards and made me lock eyes with his upside down. "Yeah, you need to be fucked good, don't you?" His other hand went straight to my ass and spanked me with full intent.

"Oh fuck, yeah spank my ass!" I cried out, my pussy tightening when he spanked me. He pulled my hair harder, using it as a handle to fuck me with fury as he brought our faces closer. He leant in and started to kiss me – my body flexible to his exact desires. The sound of our bodies slapping together began to build to a crescendo, drowning out the music as we moaned into one another's mouths. It honestly felt incredible. I didn't know anything about Steven but as a lover he had this incredible balance between sensual and savage. He was treading the line perfectly.