Desired
He had caught a glimpse of her in the elevator when she was moving in, hands full with boxes and dressed in a baggy sweatshirt, but now he was presented undeniable evidence of how beautiful she really was. He gazed into her deep brown eyes, mesmerized at how her reflection followed every movement he did. He brought his hand up to his face, pausing for a moment to admire the hand he now saw in front of him. It was smaller than his, almost dainty with carefully manicured and painted nails. Looking back to Samira’s face, he noticed the effort she had clearly just finished putting in on her makeup. The eye shadow and contour that highlighted her features, the lipstick emphasizing her soft lips. Nate’s eyes followed the drape of her hair down to another clearly highlighted feature - the deep cleavage emphasized by her dress. The tight, black outfit stood as a stark contrast to her full, heavy breasts, pushed together for emphasis by a tight fitting bra.
Just as he was about to explore further, he was brought back to the reality of his situation by a banging at the door - The real Samira, in his body. Letting her in, the first few minutes were filled with heated accusations about who had stolen who’s body, but as they realized they both had no idea how the swap had happened, they started to calm down and find a way to reverse their changes. A few hours passed like this, with both Nate and Samira attempting to replicate the situation of their swap. They figured the storm had something to do with it, but unable to reproduce the same conditions, all they could do was wait and hope the storm repeated itself.
As Samira left for her apartment, dead tired but promising to come back in the morning to try again, Nate was finally left alone once again. Not sure how to take off her makeup, he resolved to take a shower to clean up. Slipping Samira’s dress off in the bathroom, he was greeted with one more surprise. Under the dress, she had worn matching lingerie - A bra and underwear that left little to the imagination. For the second time, he was struck by the sexuality of his new body, curves on display in the mirror as her underwear invited further exploration. Nate knew he should stop, but as he slipped a manicured finger into her panties, drawing them down until they hit the floor, he couldn’t help himself. It started with a gentle touch in the shower, hot water hitting his new skin and highlighting just how foreign it felt. As he soaped up her chest, he squeezed her breasts gently, moaning at the response they sent back to him. It was a soft, feminine moan, one that only turned him on more as he continued to touch himself. Finally, unable to hide the pressure any longer, he slipped his hands between his soft thighs, massaging his new clit. He started speeding up, almost unconsciously, moaning more as he brought his new body to orgasm. It had felt better than any of his male orgasms, a full-body experience that left him shaking after. Embarrassed, he cleaned up and went to bed, falling asleep quickly from the exertion of the day.
Waking up the next day, Nate was quickly reminded that last night’s events were definitely not a dream. Brushing her thick black hair out of his eyes and sitting up in bed, he felt the weight of his new breasts on his chest, reminding him of his exploration in the shower last night. They were heavier without a bra, and seeing them move around along with his body was enough to bring a now familiar feeling of butterflies to his body. Looking around guiltily, he prepared his nerves for a second round, craving the endorphins that last night’s session had released in his body. He came faster this time, a little more experienced, but the orgasm rocked his body just as strongly, arching his back in ecstasy as he came another time.
His clarity returning to him, he quickly cleaned himself up, putting on a baggy shirt and walking over to meet Samira just as she came knocking at the door. As they slowly came to the conclusion that as much as they tried to swap back, they were most likely stuck in their new bodies for the foreseeable future, the discussion turned from how to change back to how to blend in to their new bodies. Eventually, they reached a deal. They’d both take a week off work to teach each other everything they needed to know about being each other. Calling in sick, they settled into Samira’s apartment, ready to immerse themselves into their new lives. Three weeks later, and nate was going through the motions of Samira’s life like he had always been her. Luckily, her job wasn’t too hard, although it was somewhat demeaning being the assistant to the editor of a magazine. Most of his day-to-day involved running errands and chatting with coworkers. Apparently Samira was friends with every hot woman in the office, Nate remembered thinking on his first day as women who wouldn’t have looked twice at his male self now greeted him with a smile and some gossip about the guys in the office. He had struggled to find things to talk about his first few days, but as he realized his body’s attraction to men more and more, the things he said started becoming less of what he thought Samira would say, and more of own opinions as he started to actually lust over the guys he talked about. God, he was hot. Did you see Dan’s shirt lift up when he reached for the top shelf? I’d ride him any day - It flowed out of his mouth like water now, and with a shock, he realized that he’d meant every word. Samira had also worked with him on her makeup and wardrobe, she had an image to keep up, after all. He started off with simple concealer and dresses, easy to put on each morning, but quickly graduated to more complicated routines. His post-work routine of sports and gaming was quickly overtaken by makeup tutorials and fashion blogs, excited for next day’s look as he tried to make use of Samira’s extensive wardrobe and makeup drawer.
He was embarrassed to admit it, but he looked forward to the attention his new body gave him. He felt a shiver of excitement every time someone complimented his clothes and makeup. He had never stood out much as a guy, so the attention on him was a welcome change. He especially liked the attention a low cut top could get him. The lingering eyes from guys in the office filled him with a strange sense of pride - he had captured their attention, and as he glanced up at them and saw them try to avert their eyes, he knew exactly what that meant. He was desired, a feeling that filled him with warmth.
Nate would usually take that feeling home with him, using it as fuel for his nightly masturbation sessions, but as he went home that night, he decided he needed to take a step further. He wasn’t sure Samira would approve, but to tell the truth, he was starting to feel more and more ownership over his new body every day. Downloading Tinder, he uploaded a few of his recent outfit pics, feeling butterflies in his stomach as he picked a few more revealing ones for the end. It didn’t take long for the matches to start rolling in, Nate taking pleasure in imagining each one of them exploring his new body, giving him their undivided attention. After masturbating one more time to clear his head, he settled on Darren, a tall, outdoorsy looking guy that looked kind of like one of his new work crushes. Setting up a date for the next night, he settled in to sleep, already thinking of the outfit he’d wear to the dinner.
Coming back from work the next day, Nate knew there was only one option to wear. He slipped on the lingerie and dress that Samira had been wearing the night he swapped into her, expertly doing her makeup the same way he remembered she had. Confidently, he posed in the mirror, staring at the body he had once found so foreign. He leaned forward, pressing his cleavage together with his arms as he gazed at his reflection. Was he ready to take the next step?
Getting to the restaurant, he spotted Darren immediately, and made his way over to the table. Sliding into the chair across from him, he felt a now familiar feeling. Darren’s eyes were lingering on his cleavage for just a moment too long, a reaction Nate had invited when he leaned in to greet him, just as he’d practiced. As Darren looked up to make eye contact, Nate gave him a seductive smile. To the world, he was Samira, and she was desired.
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