[story] Following the church’s orders

Jacob was running out of time. He knew he couldn't keep coming up with excuses to get out of his duties. When the storm had hit his small town, swapping the bodies of anyone unlucky enough to be caught outside at the wrong time , he thought the worst of it was over when he found himself in the body of Melissa, the youth pastor's beautiful new wife. That, at least, he thought he could deal with. But then came the decree. "What passed was an act of God," Pastor James had said in church that Sunday, "And the lord has a plan. Play the role given to you, that is the only road to salvation". The Pastor's word was as good as law within Jacob’s family, and so instead of finding himself packing his bags and leaving for college, as he had planned, he had moved in with Adam, the unshifted youth pastor whose wife's body he now inhabited. And Adam had strong views on how a woman should behave, no matter who she had been in the past. A good wife should obey her husband. He had heard those lines in church dozens of times. She should follow his word, please him, bear his children and manage the household. For some reason, it had seemed so much more abstract when he wasn’t the one obeying, the one pleasing, the one bearing children.

Even now, as he got ready for bed in one of Melissa’s nightgowns, every movement reminded him of his new station in life. The silky fabric, swishing between his thighs with every step. The pressure of his breasts weighing down on his back, finally free from the bra he’d been wearing all day. The gentle sensation of his hair brushing along his shoulders, the flowery smell of the hair products he had found waiting for him in Melissa’s half of their shared bathroom, sitting just the way she had left them. Adam had been kind enough to let him adjust at his own pace even if he was fully in agreement with the Pastor’s words, waiting on his wife to slip back into her usual role like nothing had ever changed.

The truth was, Jacob had adjusted to being a woman, at least physically. He was dealing with a more, delicate problem now. It had been weeks since his body had had sex, something it clearly wasn’t accustomed to, and as he prepared himself to sleep another night next to the man he was now so suddenly married to, he found his gaze darting over whenever he thought he could risk it. Taking in bits and pieces of his forearms, his abs, the not-so-subtle bulge in his…

“You know you can touch it, right?”

Adam’s voice brought him back to his senses, a blush quickly forming around his cheeks as he realized he had been caught staring.

“I’m sorry?” He managed to squeak out, his voice embarrassingly higher pitched than he had planned for it to come out.

“You can go back to pretending you aren’t her afterwards, but I’ve been around Melissa long enough to know when she’s turned on. I won’t force you, but it’s only fair you get to sample the goods, right? I mean, you are my wife after all…”

Jacob let the words wash over him for a second, every bit emasculating as they were erotic. He was right. From the outside looking in, nothing had changed at all. He even had the blessing of the church. His, to have and to hold, as man and wife. As much as he wanted to claim that he had been unaffected by Melissa’s body, he could cut the sexual tension with a knife. He had been given an in, a solution to the mounting pressure building up in his body. 

In a moment of weakness, Jacob gave in. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he reached his hand out, Melissa’s slim, delicate fingers brushing the cotton of his boxers. It was clear the decision had been made for him by his own body. Taking a deep breath, he gripped the outline of Adam’s bulge through his underwear, a pulse of excitement running through his body as he realized how hard Adam had gotten for him, and gingerly pulled down on his boxers, letting Adam’s cock free just inches in front of his face.

“Oh fuck…” he breathed, realizing what he had just done.

“You know, you don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to yet” 

“…I know.”

Jacob steeled his nerves and opened his mouth, bracing his body as Adam’s cock slipped past his lips and into his mouth. It was thicker than he had expected, so thick he almost had trouble wrapping his mouth around it. For lack of a better place, he rested his tongue along the underside of Adam’s shaft, letting the warmth spread through his mouth as he paused for a moment, unsure of what to do next. It was the ultimate act of submission, kneeling in front of his new husband, taking him into his mouth as he looked up at the man towering over him. Jacob’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, not because it felt wrong, but because it felt so right. Adam had been right, Melissa’s body practically lived for this. The power imbalance set off fireworks in her body as the reality of what he was doing set in further. Just weeks ago, his future had been completely different. He would have gone to college, to live in a city, to have a wife of his own one day, to be the man of the house. Now all it took was one suggestion and he was on his knees, servicing the man of his new house.

Jacob licked up and down the shaft, tentatively at first, then faster as he heard Adam’s breath deepen. He had been a man before, he knew what those sounds meant. He had always wondered when he’d experience his first blowjob, imagined exactly what he’d want his partner to do to him. What would be the most pleasurable. Now he was on the opposite side of the equation, giving instead of receiving.

He could feel his priorities shifting from pent-up curiosity to pleasure, using his experience as a man to guide his lips into the positions he knew would feel the best.

each movement of his head a denial of his old self. Jacob swirled his tongue around the head of Adam’s cock, a twitch of excitement running through his body as he heard him moan in pleasure. “That’s right baby, keep going, just like that… Fuck, you feel so good.” 

Jacob had never heard him curse before. Was that how he had talked to Melissa? Was that the kind of bond they had shared as husband and wife, the bond that he was now meant to keep up in her place? Had she satisfied him the same way he was now? Felt the same rush of excitement run through her body when he said it?  an unfamiliar taste was mixing itself in with his saliva as he fell into a rhythm; Something salty that he couldn’t quite place for a few seconds until it hit him - He was lapping up Adam’s precum.

The revulsion he was expecting never came. 

Instead, he felt Melissa’s pussy growing slick with anticipation. Jacob would have pulled back, reconsidered, no, Jacob never would have been in this situation to begin with, but he wasn’t fully Jacob anymore, was he? At least not in the way that mattered. It would be so easy to slip into his new role now, his mind following the lead of her body, her instincts.

What would his family think if they could see him now? The future man of the house, now relegated to being the woman of some other man’s house. Scratch that, *enthusiastically* being the woman of some other man’s house.

He had spent so long thinking about what he had lost in the swap that he had never stopped to consider the more important question: What if he actually liked what he had gained from it? What if this was actually what he was meant to be

He felt a twitch in his mouth, instantly bringing him back to the present. Jacob looked up and found himself locking eyes with Adam. They paused for what felt like an eternity, both waiting for something to happen next.

Unable to take the tension any longer, Jacob broke eye contact and placed his lips back around the tip of Adam’s cock, a silent invitation to bring the act to its inevitable conclusion. A moment later, Jacob felt Adam’s hand caress the ponytail on the back of his head, taking control of the rhythm as Jacob moved his head back and forth, licking up and down his shaft for a few tense seconds until the moment of truth came, and Adam along with it.

Jacob moaned softly as Adam came into his mouth, his hand still gripping Jacob’s ponytail as semen ran down the back of his throat in thick spurts, coating his tongue, his lips in the same sweet, salty fluid he had only gotten a hint of earlier.

Jacob paused to collect his thoughts before pulling back from Adam’s cock, a string of saliva linking them together for another second more. He hadn’t wanted to stop in that moment. He had wanted more. So much more. Like a knot turning over in his stomach, he realized that the emotion he had felt in that moment was disappointment, not that it had happened, but that he hadn’t gone further. That as truly emasculating as it felt, he’d do it again in a heartbeat if he had the chance, against his better judgement. And if playing the part of Adam’s wife meant he’d get to do this every night, he was afraid he’d find it harder and harder to say no with every passing day.

Maybe the Pastor had been right all along. Maybe he was exactly where he needed to be.