She's Borrowed My Body (Commission)

Another story that's been commissioned on Fiverr. Enjoy!

She’s Borrowed My Body

Waking up with the morning's chill wafting over your body was never a good start to the day. It’s especially worse if you’ve been drinking the night before and your head is pounding.

Wanting to desperately go back to sleep, I search for the covers, but they elude me. Frustrated, I open my eyes and the bright morning light startles me.

“Urgh!” I groan with what must be the worst hangover voice I’ve ever had.

Laying flat on my back, I give a small cough to clear my throat. My voice must be so sore after last night's countless drinks. I don’t know if I spent the night screaming, I couldn’t remember, but it really sounded very feminine.

As I lay still, staring at the ceiling, fragments of last night filter through. I remember the first drink, but after that, it’s pretty hazy. I seem to remember wanting to kiss one of the bar staff here at the Inn.

Taking a second to stretch out my aching body, I quickly notice that things just aren’t right. I couldn’t help but feel like I have extra padding around my hips and a strange unexpected weight around my chest. In fact, my body didn’t feel right at all!

As I slowly sit up, I get the sight of two large flesh mounds hanging from my chest. This was one hundred percent not what a man should have attached to his chest.

“What the!” I scream out in the highest pitch voice I’ve ever heard escape my mouth.

With a mighty swing of my legs, I jump from the bed and stand naked in the room. Long strands of blue hair mask my vision as I look around the empty room.

As my mind tries to fill in the gaps, I try to understand what's on my head that's covering my eyes. I come to the conclusion that I’ve got a wig on, so I attempt to tug it off my head.

“Ouch!” I groan as the har remains very much attached to my head.

Confused, I brush the strands from my vision. Noticing a full-length mirror, just a step away from me, I quickly investigate what's going on.

Looking into the reflection, my frazzled mind plays tricks on me. What I see staring back at me is a petite young attractive woman, with long blue hair and a curvaceous physique.

I look deep into the reflection, still very confused at what my eyes are showing me. The bewildered look on the woman's face in the reflection, perfectly represented how I felt.

That’s when I look down at my body and see the supple curves of a woman. I’d never seen so many lumps and bumps all over my body and I honestly couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Having a pair of large bouncy breasts and seeing them from this point of view had my stomach-turning.

“What the!?! I scream out with my feminine voice. “Why am I a fucking woman!”

As my situation slowly dawns on me, I start to panic. I’m a man, not a woman!. When I entered this room, I had a cock and balls hanging between my legs. Now I just have a flat and very sensitive vagina!

Looking at the girl's face, that’s staring back at me through the reflection, I wonder who she is. Touching and prodding at her lushes lips and cheeks, I look deep into the blue eyes of the body that I find myself in.

“Who are you….?” I ask the reflection as I brush more hair from my eyes. “How did I end up like this!?”

As my scrambled brain tries its best to remember the night before, I see a handwritten note on the side table next to the mirror. The handwriting is neat and feminine-looking.

“Dear Harry,” I say aloud as I pick up the note and begin to read it. “I guess when you read this you will have lots of questions.”

“I Sure have!” I sarcastically comment, as I look back into the mirror and give my new feminine reflection a stupid grin.

“I want you to know that last night was fun for us both. You got me to stay and drink with you after my shift has finished and as you can imagine, we ended up in your room.” I say continuing to read allowed. “I know it’s a surprise to wake up in a different body and a completely different gender, but please understand, you willingly agreed to the trade.”

“No shit!” I moan as I look down at my feminine curves. “I agreed to this!?”

I take a second to brush the hair from my face before continuing to read the note.

“You’ve allowed me to borrow your body for the next two days and I thank you for that,” I say with worry as I finish reading the note. “Don’t worry, I will be back soon. Please enjoy my body! I’ve left stuff around your room for your to experiment with and enjoy. Also, don’t forget that you’ve agreed to take my place at work. Signed, Shyla. PS, I’ve left my uniform hanging on the back of the door.”

My attention darts over to the door and I see the very feminine garments hanging from it.

“Oh my god!” I whine as I awkwardly move my curvey body to the door. “I’ve gotta wear this stuff? I’m not even sure how this stuff goes on!”

Running my slender fingers across the soft dark material, my mind begins to wonder about the possibilities that lay before me. As bizarre as my current situation was, I soon realise that I’m a man who’s going to see what it’s like being the other half. I can learn what men have always wanted to know. what it’s like being a woman!

With that thought, I feel the wetness of excitement emanated from between my legs. With a searching finger, I gently run a single-digit across my new vagina lips. The extreme sensations of pleasure make me bite my lip and let out a very feminine moan.

As my fingers work deeper into the moist depths of my flower, a new powerful urge hits me like a freight train. All I want is to be filled and filled deep.

My vision darts around the room and with every head turn, more hair falls in front of my face. Brushing it aside, I spot the item my new body was screaming out for. Her dildo, sitting on top of the bedside table, is in full view.

I cautiously take my fingers out from my vagina and walk over to the bedside table. Picking up the fair-sized rubber cock, I sit down on the bed to investigate.

Using my small slender fingers, I take in the size and feel of the dildo. My still very male brain was screaming to me about how wrong this was, but my feminine body was desperate for it to fill the void.

Across from me, as I sit on the side of the bed, was the full-length mirror. Opening my legs, I get a perfect view of Shyla’s tight little pussy. I could also see the smile on my face, as I contemplated masturbating as a woman for the very first time.

“Shyla…..,” I mummer as I hold the dildo between my legs. “I hope you don’t mind me taking this for a spin!”

Sliding my curvey body on the bed, I lay with my legs spread apart. As I hold the dildo between my legs, with the business end pointed towards my pussy, I could feel the excitement building in my entire body.

This wasn’t like anything I’d experienced as a man. The powerful urges and the spark of intense arousal were flowing over my entire body. With my free hand, I gave my hard and sensitive nipples a squeeze. It was almost like my nipples were my erection in the absence of my cock that Shyla was now in possession of.

As I gently pressed the head of the dildo against my hungry vagina, I ran my free hand down my soft hairless body. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do!

As my free hand reaches down between my legs, I run my fingers between my wet pussy opening and the head of the dildo. Slowly guiding it in, I feel the girth split me apart.

“Oh My God!” I cry out as I continue to slide the dildo deeper. “Feels so fucking good!”

Without thinking, my hand starts thrusting the dildo in and out of my wet pussy. With every stroke of the dildo, I could feel my body shivering and lusting for more. It felt incredible and so intense.

“Shyla!” a woman's voice calls through the door.“Are you in there?”

Shocked, I forced the dildo from my body, almost throwing it across the room. The empty feeling it leaves me with makes me desperate for more.

“Shyla!” the woman calls again and knocks on the door.

Blushing like crazy, having been caught masturbating, I close my legs and try to cover my body.

“Y-yes……?” I answer meekly.

I could hear the door handle moving, so I wrapped myself up within the covers of the bed. As the door swings open, another young blonde woman stands in the doorway with a face like thunder.

“You're late for work!” she growls. “Get dressed and get down to the reception straight away!”

I look at the girl's outfit and she has the same type of uniform as Shyla as left me. I quickly come to the conclusion that she’s one of Shyla’s workmates and she is just trying to look out for me.

“Oh….ok,” I timidly answer and blush.

Giving me a smile, she looks around at the empty room.

“So you did hook up with him last night!” she smiles and winks. “You dirty little minx! Was he good?”

I feel the blood rush to my face. I wasn’t sure how to answer.

“I…….”

“Look,” She interrupts before I can say anything. “Just get dressed and get down here. You can tell me about it later!”

Slamming the door, she leaves as quickly as she entered. Still shocked, I could feel my heart almost trying to beat its way from my chest.

“Holy shit!” I huff. “I best get dressed before someone starts asking questions!”