In the body…

Why does everything extraordinary usually happen to completely unremarkable people? A person just lived their life, and nothing. And then suddenly, bam — something falls on them. So, I was living my life — the most ordinary eighteen-year-old guy: average in studies, average with computers, average "handsomeness," and average horniness...

Many times, looking at various pictures and photos, of obvious content, I imagined myself with this or that girl. How I would caress her, kiss her, love her. And then, somehow, some book fell into my hands, its main value being that it was written as an exclusively

female sex guide. And, most interestingly, this book was written by a woman who had tried everything on herself and wrote about her sensations.

Long and entertaining evenings à la "Handy Hands Club" were guaranteed for me. Masturbating while imagining a blonde inserting a dildo into herself, and simultaneously reading something from the book like: "...the sensation as if you're being torn apart from pleasure when you insert this twenty-five-centimeter giant..." — that was the ultimate high I could expect in life for the next week.

And so, on the very first evening, having read my fill about female masturbation and thoroughly jerking off to it, I went to bed. I wonder what women feel during orgasm, — I thought, falling asleep. — The same as us, or not? You'll never know, and reading all sorts of nonsense... I wonder, does Olya masturbate? They say girls like masturbating even more than guys. True, they sometimes don't do it, in the literal sense of the word, just ride a bike with a hard seat or a horse... I wonder if Olyka likes riding a bike? I think so...

I imagine her on bumps: "Yes! Ah! Oh!" Exciting. And she herself is exciting just by her appearance. And her butt — you just want to see what's lower between those halves... If only I could see... see... see: I'm already asleep... And suddenly, I jump up from some strange sensation... as if my equipment is tightly pressed against my body... What time is it? And where's the clock?! And where am I?!! Damn, I'm in someone else's bed... Am I dreaming? I pinch my arm. No, doesn't seem like I'm dreaming... What's this? Nails! Damn, this can't be!

I'm in someone else's room, and I'm a woman! Holy shit! I wonder, who am I? Well, at least the room seems to be completely mine... I mean hers. I fumble for the light switch. Oh my god! It really is a girl's room. And I... Where's the mirror? Here, on the wall... Who's the fairest of them all? Damn!!! I've become Olyka Kozhemyatina from our yard!!! And is this for long? I look in the mirror. Yeah, breasts are smaller without a bra... Too bad that... What do you mean "too bad"? I... I can take off this nightgown and see... See Olya naked!!! I dreamed of seeing her breasts, but like this!!! Nonsense... I must be dreaming after all. I touch my... What do you mean my?! Damn! Olya Kozhemyatina's breast. Soft, firm... I feel pleasant warmth from my hand... Too bad the palms aren't mine either...

I need to take off this nightgown... God, how graceful that reflection in the mirror is! I lift the shirt up to my breasts... Oh my god!!! Olyechka sleeps without panties!!! Wow!!! I need to take the nightgown off completely... I'm already aroused to the limit... Although, what does "aroused" mean in my position?! Damn!!! "Hi! I'm Olya Kozhemyatina, and I get aroused by my own reflection in the mirror..." If I told anyone this happened — they'd laugh and call me a fag. Imagined myself in a girl's body... I take off the nightgown. Wow! What tits! Breasts, I mean. Not big, but still a B-cup, or even a bit more... Nipples like two little stones...

I just read that they become hard when a girl gets aroused... I see... Let's follow the instructions. Who here wanted to know how women experience orgasm? First, I need to take this mirror off the wall and put it on the bed... Yeah, it's a bit heavy for this body... With difficulty, I take down the mirror, put it on the bed, and lean it against the headboard... And between my legs it's so warm, and something tickles inside... I feel something hot flowing from somewhere down there. Discharge... Holy crap!

I take a smaller mirror from the table and sit on the bed opposite the big one. Legs wider... Oh my god!!! What a pussy! Such wet labia, and between them little... Wow! I think I'm about to cum... No, I'm definitely gonna cum! Ah! Instinctively, I put my hand on my pussy, a bit above, where the clitoris is, and slightly squeeze that spot with my hand... I feel pleasure spreading all over my body... Something flowed from my pussy right onto my hand... Ah! I think that's it... I desperately want to stretch to the heavens.

I'm lying, sprawled on the bed... Good... I want to laugh... What a pussy... I never saw it, and now I'm seeing it and touching it, and cumming... with it. Yeah... A girl's orgasm is only good because it's long and terribly pleasant, but... no particularly sharp sensations, like the pleasurable feeling that your dick is about to discharge another stream of cum. And still... How I liked cumming in a female body! My hand is all in this fluid... Smells exciting, even pleasant... Need to wash up...

So what time is it anyway? Eight-thirty... Stop. What about school? If I'm here in Olya's body, then is she there at my home in my body? Hope she doesn't do anything stupid... Probably examining my equipment right now... Hope she had the sense not to go to the university today... Need to call her... Why didn't I think of it earlier! Call my home! Easy enough. There's a phone here... How disgusting it is down there in the crotch!

Need to wash up... No hygiene... Need to take care of Olyechka's body while... while we don't switch back... if we switch back... Okay, away with bad thoughts... And here are panties on the floor... I pick them up. They have the same smell as my hand! So, Olyechka does masturbate after all! What a discovery! I definitely have to seduce her... later. For now — the bathroom. Stupid discharge... But masturbating is still very pleasant... I put on the nightgown... Nipples show through the fabric... Oh dear... I'm aroused again... Heh-heh-heh! I'm aroused!!!

I'll go wash up. I cautiously peek out of the room... Is anyone here?! No, I won't shout like that. I go to the bathroom. Not a soul. No signs of life. No one's home! Hooray! I enter the bathroom and take off the nightgown... Phew! I turn on the water and adjust the shower... I get in the tub... What legs I have! I close the curtain... The view of Olyechka's breasts from above is arousing. And these nipples... So pink, hard. Need to caress them.

I start kneading the nipples between my fingers. Ye-ah... Nice... I take the showerhead off the holder, spray myself. I soap up... Oh, this skin... How soft Olyechka's skin is (if you're reading from this point, you'll think the guy imagined himself as the girl Olya, and he also suffers from narcissism). When I get to the crotch, I feel something boiling there.

I soap up the labia, between them... Ah! So good! There's the clitoris — I feel a little bump under my fingers, and nerve receptors send millions of pleasure signals from it to the brain... I rub Olyechka's clitoris... Need to sit, standing is uncomfortable... I take the showerhead and sit on the bottom of the tub... Need to aim the shower at my pussy... Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! What is th-i-i-s! Oh! O-o-o-o-a-a-a-a!!! Oh my god!!! I think I'm screaming!!! The neighbors... ah! will hear... Oh!!! The jets hit right on the moist flesh of the labia minora, right on the small, barely visible clitoris. I can't take it and squeeze my pussy with my hand... I rub the clitoris... A-a-ah!!! This is an orgasm!!! Yes!!!

I breathe languidly, stomach tense, nipples like stones, fluid flows from the vagina in weak pulses... So good... As if I experienced three orgasms in a row... With the shower on my pussy... I wonder, does Olyechka know how to do that? Oh, I need to call her! Damn! I finish washing and jump out of the bath naked. Running is awkward — women have a different center of gravity. I go into my room and close the door. That's it... Where's the phone... Here it is. I dial my number. — Hello, — it's mom. I barely restrain myself from saying: "Hi, mom!" Still strange, Olya's voice sounds as if from inside. — Hello. Could you please call Kirill. — He's already left. Any message? — No, thanks. Damn, Olya went to school! In my body! Catastrophe!!! Suddenly the doorbell rings. Crap, I'm not dressed, or rather, not dressed.

I look for clothes in the closet. Skirt... faster... tank top... need panties too... screw it, I'll manage for now. I run to open it. — Who is it? — Kirill, open up! Oh my god! Olyechka! I mean, me. I open the door... Exactly, me. Olyechka enters the hallway. My jeans, my sweater, my face... — I'm so glad you didn't go! — I said, closing the door behind her. — What is this? Why did we switch? — I don't know... — It's like a movie... Did you touch anything here? See anyone? — Not me. But how about you there with my mom? — We got along. Everything's fine, she didn't notice anything.

Olya took off her sneakers and neatly placed them in the corner... Oh, these girls! — Let's go to my room, — she said. Entering her room, Olya sat on a chair. She moved just as awkwardly as I did. — And why did you take down the mirror? Did you... — Olya, I mean I... in short, my face turned red. I didn't even know it could blush like that. — Did you, like, examine me? Did you examine my body?

— Shouldn't have slept without panties... I go to change, and there's that! You probably spent a good hour studying my equipment in the bathroom yourself? My face, which now belonged to Olya, turned even redder. Bullseye. — Jerked off, huh? — And you probably experimented on my body here! Didn't stick anything in me, I hope? — Your cherry is intact, don't worry... — Well, and? — What? — You probably dreamed all your life of touching a girl's pussy? Satisfied? Like it? — Olya was getting really worked up — Maybe I did like it... So what? At least orgasm in my body is better than in yours! I think that was too much... — Yeah, you just don't know how to handle a girl!

You're a virgin, you don't know how to caress... caress a girl... Olya's voice suddenly faded. — And you, I bet, are a virtuoso at blowjobs! Know how to jerk a dick better than your own pussy! — Shut up, please... — the girl suddenly said seriously. Something about Olya's tone got to me, and I stopped arguing. — What's wrong? — What were you thinking about last night, before falling asleep? — What's it to you? — I need to know. Well, don't sulk, damn it. Kirill, we're both in stupid situations right now... Let's find a way out... — Okay. — So, what were you thinking about? — Well, let's say about you? So what? — I see... — Olya smiled contemptuously.

— And what else? — About a book... It's about sex, from a woman's perspective... about female masturbation... Tried to imagine how it is for you. Now Olya's smile turned bitter. — You have no idea what we've gotten into... — What? — You see... I was thinking about the same thing last night... About how it is for men, and... and about you... That's a good one. And what does that mean now... We're like in that movie, we have to sleep with each other in different... What? That's an idea! — So what do we do now? — I don't know... I think since we were thinking about each other, then... — We have to sleep with each other? Right? She just reads my thoughts! Though that wouldn't surprise me anymore. — I think so, yes. — I guess I agree to that option too... Only, if we switch back... And, if you don't tell anyone afterwards.

— Am I an idiot or something... Only: you're still a virgin, right? — I'll have to compromise my principles for such a thing. Especially since you're in my body... it'll hurt you. — You know... Then I don't care... Your body — do what you want. I, personally, don't mind. — Well, that's great. Let's get it over with and forget it. — Right now? — Right now. How decisive! Well, come on, come on.

— I'm ready, — I said and lifted the skirt from Olya's hips. — You didn't even put on panties! — She exclaimed indignantly. — Excellent! Olya unzipped the fly and pulled out her, that is my, dick from the underwear. — Doggy style, — I said. — What?! — Olya asked again. — You from behind. Less pain that way. — Let's... warm up first. How businesslike! It's almost funny. I agree: — Let's. I sat on the edge of the bed and started rubbing my pussy and clitoris, and Olya started jerking "my" dick. — Like a board, — she said after half a minute.

I turn my head to the mirror and see how I'm fucking Olyechka, who's sprawled on the couch in doggy style. This sight hits me like an electric shock. A thermonuclear reaction starts somewhere in the crotch area. In the mirror, Olyechka convulses, and I behind her grit my teeth, pressed tightly against her butt. A-a-a-a-ah!!! Yes!!! (Deeper! Deeper! Come on!) Ten-fifteen seconds of bliss feel like several minutes. That's it!!! Beautiful!!! I felt that Olya behind me also came. Now, in theory, we should switch back...

* * * — I've already come, — I said. — Me too, but it seems we still haven't switched, — Kirill in my body tilted his head. After a stormy, not like my usual, during my frequent sessions, orgasm, the sensation was as if the lower part of your body had been cut off, or rather, the place where the dick and scrotum were had been ripped out. Well, I really got it! To end up in a guy's body!

And he even saw my body. Sat here with a mirror and examined my pussy. I'm something too, but he doesn't care about that! But I do. What will he tell his friends about me later? That he saw me somewhere, or that I gave it to him... If this "later" even happens, of course. — So what do we do now? — I asked. — A rhetorical question. I don't know, — Kirill in my body rolled over and sat on the bed, spreading his legs wide boyishly and leaning his elbows on his knees. It seems his own nudity, even though he was in my body, had already stopped embarrassing him. — Let's assume it's forever, — he said. — Then we'll apparently have to live "as usual."

I'll live your life, and you'll live mine. — We'll have to "become friends," so parents don't get suspicious. We'll tell each other in the evening how our day went, and think for each other. — Yeah. And then we'll have to get married. I personally just won't be able to sleep with someone of my real gender. Makes me want to puke already. — Yes, it seems that's what we'll have to do... Listen, — I said. — Maybe then join the ranks of the non-traditionally sexually oriented? — Eh, no! No way! So that later, well when we're back in our bodies, I'd be... well, in short, to put it mildly, uncomfortable.

Imagine the scene: walking down the street, all normal, a girl next to me, and suddenly some painted-up fag runs up to me and starts throwing