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Rachel's Curse
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Chapter Two

I woke up reasonably early the next morning. Sleeping had been
okay but once I had woken, I found I could not get back to sleep
again. My tits seemed to keep moving around on my chest. They were
not that uncomfortable but they were a constant reminder of what
had happened. After a while curiosity compelled me to feel them.

When I gently caressed them, I found it seemed to excite a part
of me. I had thought about doing the same with my new crotch, but
held back. I remembered Rachel saying something like she wanted
me to orgasm tonight in order to get my proper body back. I didn't
fully understand how the female sex drive worked (why would I),
so I didn't want to spend myself now and be incapable of cumming
tonight.

Once I got out of bed, I had to put something on. I could wear one
of Rachel's nightgowns or search through and find some clothes to
wear. Rachel had taken away my old shirt which I had worn after
our transfer. I thought about calling to Rachel for help, but I
didn't want to admit to her that I couldn't do something as
simple as get dressed and more importantly, I didn't want her
male eyes to see me completely naked.

I found her underwear drawer and picked out a pair of panties
which I put on. I also saw some of her bras in there. I picked one
up and toyed with the idea of wearing it. I didn't really want to
wear it, but I could see that I needed it. My boobs just kept
swinging around. It was likely that Rachel would talk me into
wearing one anyway and I would prefer to put one on myself than
have her hands all over my body again.

I knew I couldn't hook it up behind me, so I fastened it the wrong
way around and twisted it back before pulling it up over my boobs.
They seemed strangely larger from this perspective. It felt
restrictive having all this elastic wrapped round my chest.

I searched through her wardrobe. I had intended to wear some plain
clothes, but the trouble was I couldn't find any. Rachel had
always dressed in a feminine way, but I had assumed that she had
some more normal clothes. But if she did, I couldn't find them.
So I eventually settled on one of her blouses and a long loose
skirt.

When putting on the blouse, it took me a few seconds to realize
that the buttons were on the reverse side. I looked in her bedside
mirror and all I could see was Rachel staring back. I felt so
silly wearing these clothes.  My hair was a bit of a mess and my
makeup was old, but it was still Rachel staring back at me.

"Oh well, time to face the world, or at least Rachel." I thought
as I headed for the door.

**************

When I got into the kitchen, Rachel was startled to see me. As
soon as she saw me, she looked up and down my body. I think she
was just as surprised to see me wearing a skirt.

"Morning" she said with some trepidation "sleep well." I nodded
"I'm making breakfast. I was just about to bring it to you in bed.
Have a seat"

I sat down as she finished making it and she brought it to me. As
I started to eat it, she said "I see you've found some...
clothes." Clearly the skirt was bothering her. I could tell that
she wanted to ask me about it, or rather, how I felt about wearing
it, but she didn't want me to blow up in her face so she held
back.

Although I did still feel a bit angry, I was hardly going to make
a fuss while she still had my body. Apart from the fact that I
felt more vulnerable as a female I needed to get my old body back
and didn't want to push her too far. Still, I felt that I had the
upper hand here so I said nothing and kept her thinking while I
ate my breakfast.

When we were finished I broke my silence. "So, now tell me
everything about this curse."

Rachel seemed relieved that I had finally said something. "Well
I can't tell you my history yet, or how I got it, but I'll tell
you how it works." she paused briefly. "Every time I have sex
with someone I switch places with that person. The transfer is
triggered by an orgasm, from either myself or the person I'm
making love to. As soon as one of us comes, we switch places
instantly. It's as simple as that."

"And so I'm going to have to.... fuck you to get my old body
back." The thought of this was making my body shiver.

"No, like I said last night we don't have to have sex. But we will
have to... do something. I'll explain it later."

"Okay" I said wanting to put it out of my mind for now. But
another awkward question sprung to mind. This had been bothering
me ever since the transfer last night and it had haunted me yet
again as I laid in bed unable to sleep this morning. There was
no easy way of putting it over. "Last night when we made that
switch, it was so... weird... I mean when I was first in your
body, I... I... " I tried to finish but couldn't form the words.

"What you're trying to say is that in those first few seconds, you
couldn't see anything wrong in fucking a man, could you." she
finished for me. I didn't say anything, but it was true. In the
few seconds that followed the transfer, it was as if I had done it
a hundred times before. I couldn't see anything wrong in it.

"It's perfectly normal" she said. "You see, in the first few
seconds, you're just an observer in that body. Your body continued
to act and feel as if I were still in it. You felt what I felt.
That's why you kept fucking me even after your transfer. The same
happens for me. Sometimes you even think what that person thought."

"So how long does it take to get control." I asked, worried that I
might still be acting like Rachel. It just occured to me that
I had just got dressed in her clothes.

"About five to ten seconds. And it's gradual. Did it sort of
filter through to you what was happening." I nodded. "Yeah.
That's perfectly normal."

"So after say fifteen seconds, I'm in complete control" I said,
once again wanting to be reassured that I'm still mentally male.

"You're in complete control of the body. But you still have to
accept the emotional state of the new body for a few minutes. You
don't have to respond to it, but you have to feel it. Let me
explain. Say, last night when you fucked me I was as horny as
hell. Then when we switched, you would have been as horny as hell.
Now whether or not you respond to that is still up to you, but
you would have still felt horny for a few minutes."

She continued. "I was hoping to be a bit more aroused when we
switched last night. I hoped it would have made it easier for you,
but I was just too anxious and that anxiety got transferred to
you."

"So right now, I'm in absolute control" I asked. Although this was
the third time I had asked, I still wanted complete assurance that
I wasn't acting like a woman.

Rachel smiled "Don't worry, you won't start acting like me if
thats what you're worried about." she said. I felt a little
embarrassed that she had been able to read me so easily.

She finally looked at my body once again and said. "So do you want
me to find you some pants and a shirt, or do you want to be
dressed like that all day." She was smiling as she said it, which
put me at ease a little.

**************

Rachel found me some pants and a shirt. They were tucked away deep
in one of her drawers.

"Why are all these hidden away. Don't you ever wears pants." I
asked.

"No." she replied. "Why" I asked. I had always thought she was
feminine, but never this feminine. She stopped for a minute.

"I don't know. I think it's part of the curse. Whenever I'm a
woman, I only want to wear women's clothes. I simply don't feel
comfortable in pants. But now, when I'm a guy, I wouldn't think
of wearing a skirt. It doesn't interest me at all. The same thing
happens with my sex drive. It reverses almost instantly. Guys
don't turn me on anymore. Girls do now" as she looked at my body
in a way which made my skin crawl.

I swallowed. "Will I start... looking at guys."

She saw the worry in my face and gave a faint smile. "No. Don't
worry. The instant changes only affect me. If you were to stay in
this body long enough, then maybe. But you would always remain
attracted to girls. The people I swap with never go through any
instant mental changes, but with me, everything is reversed and
instantly. I suppose it sort of stops me from becoming gay or
lesbian."

"Can you switch with... another guy" I asked her. I wasn't sure
if the term straight, lesbian or gay could really apply to Rachel.

"No. I've tried it before and we don't switch. But I don't get any
pleasure out of it at all. In fact it disgusts me. It sure would
make it a lot easier on me if I could become gay or lesbian. But
then it wouldn't be much a curse if there was an easy way out."

I put on the new, more comfortable clothes. Rachel turned away as
I got out of her skirt and blouse. She then cleaned the makeup of
my face and tidied up my hair. I lounged around most of the day.
I didn't want to go outside with this body and I considered
everything that had happened. I had to laugh at certain times.
I had wanted to get inside Rachel's panties, only not quite so
literally.

What was I going to do. I had such great fun with Rachel. My
dreams were now shattered. The woman I had fallen in love with,
was well... a guy now.

**************

Being female for the day didn't prove too much of a problem. I had
to get used to my new balance, but that was fairly easy. I also
had to get used to the mounds of flesh on my chest. Rachel's tits
were not enormous, but at 36D, they were a handful, especially
from this perspective. Wearing a bra felt oddly... more
comfortable now.

I tried putting on the TV to take my mind off things. Huh, the
first thing I watched... Jerry Springer with the title "Honey,
I've got a secret." I always liked watching Jerry Springer. I
found it funny but somehow it wasn't quite so funny anymore. I
don't think I watched it again for a long time.

I switched the channel. Next, a Baywatch rerun. I admired the body
of one of the stars (female of course) and her large tits until I
realised I've got a pretty good female body right here and a good
set of tits as well.

No matter what channel I watched, there would be something to
remind me. Ever had that feeling when you wished you had a gun so
you could shoot the TV.

Eventually I went to find her. There were a few questions I needed
answering. I had put it off earlier, but I couldn't delay it any
longer.

"So how will it work tonight. How are we going to... you know.." I
said. She could see the pain in my face as I was trying to resolve
myself with the mere thought of sleeping with my old body.

"Right, well as I said. I want to try and get you to come. Have
you ever eaten pussy before. Do you mind doing it." she asked.

"In order, yes and no" I replied to her two questions. "Why"

"Well, then that's how I'll try to get you to come. I'll eat you
out. So when you come, you'll suddenly be eating me out. You okay
with that."

"Yeah. I'm okay" I said. "But what if that doesn't work. What if I
don't come" I pointed out.

"Well, then we can try other things. Using my finger or using
vibrators" she said.

"And what if none of it works. What if I simply can't come" I sort
of already knew the answer already, but I had to hear it from her.

"Then... I'll have to. And you will have to play at least some
part in it"

"NO." I said defiantly. "Why can't you just jerk yourself off if
that's all you need to do."

"It won't work." she said before pausing. "Okay let me explain in
detail how this transfer works."

"Finally" I said. At last I was finding out what I wanted to know.

"Like I said, the transfer is triggered by an orgasm from one of
us. But apart from the twenty four hour blockage, there are three
conditions to this."

"Firstly, we must be touching one another at the time of orgasm,
if only by fingertips. So if you were wearing a condom while I
sucked your cock and we were not touching in any other way, which
isn't easy, there would be no transfer."

"The second condition we don't have to worry about too much. If
we both come at the same time, a simultaneous orgasm. then no
exchange takes place, but also I can't exchange again for a full
week. But it has to be at exactly the same time, and I mean
exactly. It doesn't happen that often."

"The third condition is the awkward one. The transfer only occurs
if the other person is the cause of the orgasm. Now if you're
fucking someone, it counts every time, but jerking yourself off
doesn't count unless the other person does something to make you
come. So that's it. One of us has to come, out of the actions of
the other."

"So if I can't come, I'm going to have to do something to make
you come." I brought my hand up to my face at the sheer thought
of what all this meant.

"Hey, don't worry. If you don't think you're up to doing anything,
then all you have to do is lay back and close your eyes. As I
said, fucking always counts. Before you know it, you'll be back in
your proper body."

I tried to put it in the back of my mind and change the subject
slightly. "Rachel, how could you expect me to remain your
boyfriend after all this. Surely you must have known it would
all be over between us."

She looked down before answering. "Yes. I did expect it. I knew
from the moment I first saw you that this would happen. And I
fully expect to lose you now. I don't want to, but I can't make
you stay with me."

I didn't say anything so she continued. "I thought about breaking
it all off. I cried myself to sleep many times wondering what to
do. In the end I decided to go through with it and... hope... you
could handle it. Obviously you can't"

I sort of felt sorry for her. I now understood why she did what
she did, but I didn't feel as if there was anything I could do
about it. I just wanted my old body back. I think I could see
tears in her eyes.

I looked over a her. I can't describe how weird it was to look
over at her and see both myself and Rachel. Rachel was acting
slightly different. She was acting more... well masculine now.

All the same, when I look in her male eyes, I still see Rachel.
Somehow I know that the person I love is still in there, fully
intact. I can see she's hurting really bad and I want to reach
over to her and hold her in my arms, but I just can't bring
myself to do it.

Maybe we can stay friends when I get my proper body back. I don't
see how we could ever become lovers after this. I'm simply not
gay and I don't see how I ever can be. Even if I do have to do
it tonight, it will be the first, last and only time.

**************

As the evening got later I knew the time was approaching when we
would try and return to our proper bodies. This made me nervous.
Of course I knew that if I was nervous then I would not be able
to climax and I knew what would happen if I couldn't climax. That
only made me more nervous. Damn, I felt like a fifteen year old
girl about to have sex for the first time. But in so many ways
thats just what I am right now.

I tried to make some idle conversation to pass the time. Yet
another burning question sprung to mind.

"Rachel. Is this your original body." I asked gesturing to my
current female body "I mean, were you born in this body."

She paused for a minute before looking at me. "No" she replied.
"I've been through quite a few changes from my original body."

"Were you a... woman originally." I asked.

"Does it really matter what I used to be." she replied. I detected
just a hint of annoyance in her voice. I only shrugged.

Looking back, I suppose that was a pretty chauvanistic question
to ask to her, but somehow at the time I felt that it wouldn't be
quite as bad if she was born a woman.

"Yes, I was born a woman." she answered eventually. "In fact my
real name was Rachel. It's one of things that attracted me to this
body."

Just as one question leads to another, her answer caused another
question to surface "What happened to the original owner of this
body then."

"I can't tell you that just yet."

I didn't like that answer. An image of a male Rachel raping this
body, getting it and then 'disposing' of the male body flashed
through my mind. Surely Rachel's not capable of something like
that. She always seemed so kind and gentle. But then, all this has
proved that I really don't know Rachel at all. If I'm honest, I
would say I was a little afraid of her, especially since I'm a
weak female now.

It then occurred to me that Rachel had a very loving family. "Does
your family know about all this."

"No. In fact all of my friends and family that you have met don't
know." she then seemed a little concerned "Paul, you have to
promise not to tell anyone about this. I doubt anyone would
believe you anyway. I know you're angry at me, but if you tell
anyone then I will have to leave straight away. You'll hurt a lot
of people if you do that."

I just nodded. "Okay, I'll keep your secret safe." I wasn't so
angry at her anymore, just annoyed now. I laughed a little at
the thought that her parents had clearly been pushing Rachel to
go further with me.

"What" she asked wanting to know what I found so amusing.

"It's just your parents. They've been encouraging you to go out
with me haven't they."

"Yeah. They're only doing it out of love. They see that I've never
had any long term boyfriends and they're worried about me. I tell
them I'm fine, but they can see I'm not really happy and they're
just trying to help."

Only now was I beginning to appreciate how hard this must be for
Rachel. Up until now, I had been whining on about myself. But
after tonight, it's all over for me. I can go back to my usual
life and put this all in my scrapbook. I might even laugh at this
in a few years time.

But for Rachel, it just carries on, for however long this curse of
hers lasts. Once again I feel the desire to hug her and maybe have
a good cry together. I can see that we both need it. I almost did
it, but somehow the maleness inside me dug in deep and prevented
me.

**************

Eventually the time came when the block on Rachel being able to
transfer was over. Rachel had suggested that we try it a few hours
earlier, so I could experience it in full. She said I might really
enjoy it. I refused because I wanted to get back at the earliest
opportunity, plus I worried that I might only be able to orgasm
once and if that was the case, I wanted that one time to get my
back to my proper body.

I suggested waiting another half an hour just to make sure, but
Rachel assured the the timing was as regular as clockwork, so we
worked our way to the bedroom. I felt that my vaginal muscles were
clenched so tight, Rachel would have trouble getting a single
finger up there, let alone my old cock if it came down to it.

When in the bedroom, Rachel turned off the light. She told me to
get undressed, then lay on the bed and try to please myself. When
the time was right, she would join me and eat my pussy to orgasm.
She gave a solemn vow that she would not do anything else. She
took off her shirt but kept her pants on and sat in a chair at the
end of the bed.

Getting undressed wasn't easy. I had to struggle getting the bra
off. Then I did as Rachel asked, I laid on the bed and
basically played with myself. Rachel told me to forget about her
and just concentrate on myself. She also told me to take my time.
There was no rush.

What happened next is hard to properly quantify because I don't
fully remember how long I took doing this. As I was playing with
myself, it didn't do anything for me at first. I think it was
because I was still thinking about what would happen if it didn't
work. Before all this happened, I couldn't help but get turned on
when my hands touched female breasts, but now it just didn't do
a thing for me.

Rachel told me to relax and be gentle with myself. She told me
just to lay there for a bit and drift away. After a while (and
I have no idea how long it was), I started to slowly relax.
I strongly suspected that Rachel had given me something in my
drink to relax me a while ago just like she did last night to
get me to sleep.

But, whatever she did, I wasn't going to complain. Anything to
make all this easier. I started softly playing with my tits.
Slowly but surely, I found that I was starting to get pleasure
from this. My nipples seemed more sensitive than my male
equivalents. The nipples protruded directly upwards and slowly
hardened. I had run my hand over my new feminine mound between
my legs but so far had resisted the urge to go any further. There
was a strange feeling of dampness down there that I had never felt
before.

"Go on. Finger yourself. And don't be embarrassed about enjoying
it." Rachel interrupted.

I did as she asked. I spread my legs very wide and ran both hands
down my stomach. In one motion I plunged several fingers deep
inside my damp pussy. I supposed I had no idea what to expect,
but the sensation I received caused me to gasp. I felt a little
shame, but I remembered what Rachel had just said.

It took me a few minutes to get used to all this. At first I just
fingered around getting used to all the new sensations. But after
a while (and once again I don't know how long) it struck me that
I was really enjoying it. My juices were now flowing and my body
was tingling. I felt completely relaxed about what I was doing.
I even forgot about Rachel sitting in the chair. I just closed
my eyes and allowed my finger to do all the work. It felt strange,
but not as strange is it should have felt, if you see what I mean.

I rubbed my clitoris and my body groaned in reply. I started
pushing two fingers deep into my tight cunt. At the end of each
thrust I would rub my clit which would send a burst of pleasure
throughout my body and cause me to gasp. The gasps got
progressively louder and louder.

As I was doing this, Rachel got up from the chair and began to
move over toward me. Because I had forgotten about her, I
stopped briefly "Don't worry. It's time for your pussy to be
eaten. It's time for you to get your body back." she said as she
moved to the end of the bed.

By now my body was in a much higher state of excitement, so I no
longer had any problem with my old body eating me out. Rachel was
still wearing pants. She laid face down on the bed and slid her
face up to me. Her hands stopped my fingers and pulled them out.
She licked my hands clean, then she used her own fingers (well
my old fingers) and rubbed my already enlarged clitoris. Now I
had tried this, but it was something about the way she did it,
because I involutarily groaned and arched my back slightly.

She then used her hands to push my legs fully apart before
burying her face deep in my pussy. It was dark, so I couldn't see
what she was doing with her tongue, but I could certainly feel it,
or I could feel the effects of it. I had brought my hands back to
my tits and I began playing with them yet again.

It didn't take me long to realize that I was going to be able to
orgasm like this. I couldn't really tell how close I was, but I
just knew I was going to be able to it. The reason why I had been
so tense and nervous was the fear of what would happen if I could
not climax. Now that I knew that I could come, it seems as if all
the problems washed away. I just had to lay back and enjoy it. I
squirmed on the bed revelling in all these new feelings.

I knew that it was all getting closer. I rubbed my tits with the
palms of my hands sending yet more sensations to my brain. The
nipples were sticking out like bullets. As I felt the pleasure
within me build I began to thrust upwards as I was soon becoming
lost in the situation.

I then felt this desire. It was a desire to be penetrated. To have
something big inside me. In that instant, the most appropriate
thing I could think of was my old cock.

I mentally shook myself. What was I thinking. Here I am
fantasizing about having a cock inside me. But even as I thought
that, my nipples got harder and my pussy wetter.

All this thought about cocks inside me seemed to bring me ever
closer. Rachel sensed I was close so she buried her tongue deep
within me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was thrusting up
slightly humping her tongue. But her tongue wasn't big enough. I
wanted something bigger in there. Oh god, what was I thinking.

Just as I thought I was about to come, Rachel stopped and she
started running her tongue down my thighs and legs. I groaned
loudly "Don't worry." she said pausing "You'll come. I just want
to make it more enjoyable for you." she said.

I suppose I should have insisted that she make me come straight
away. I had agreed to do this for the sole intention of getting
my body back as soon as possible. But now that I am here, I found
that my body was basking in a sexual heat. I still wanted to
orgasm to get my old body back, but I also wanted to enjoy it a
little longer so I remained silent.

After some light touches, she returned her attention to my groin.
By now my juices were flowing freely. I could feel a burning fire
between my legs.

In a matter of minutes she had worked me up again. There was no
resistance from me this time. I was working with her, doing
everything I could to help her. She built me right up to a peak
again before stopping once again just as she knew I was going to
come.

"Noooo." I wailed. "Let me come, please." She must have planned
this. After bringing me to the edge several times, my resistance
had been completely shattered. I was now begging for an orgasm
from her and you know what, I no longer cared how she did it.
Also I had forgotten about the reason for the orgasm. I wanted
it for the sheer pleasure, not so much for getting my old body
back.

She started working me up yet again. An image flashed through my
mind. It was an image of Rachel on top of me fucking my cunt
with my old cock. The desire to be penetrated was now overwhelming
and no matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn't think of
anything more appropriate than my large member in Rachel's pants.

Had she pulled down her pants and begun to fuck me, I really
don't think I would have objected and if she kept bringing me
to the edge and back many more times, I might even ask her to
do it.

She was bringing me close yet again. "Don't stop. Please don't
stop." I begged. This time, instead of stopping, she pushed two
fingers deep into my wet hole. I knew that this time there was
no going back. I was going to come in Rachel's face.

My cock was almost bursting my pants as I sucked on her clit and
pushed my fingers deeper inside. She screamed out loud as her
whole body started shuddering and she squirted her juices. Her
arms thrashed about eventually clutching the bedsheets. I
continued to eat her out trying to prolong her orgasm as long as
I could licking her sweet love juice. Damn I wished I could have
fucked her instead of eating her, but I had promised her not to
do that.

Just like before, I soon started to realize what was happening.
Damn those transfers feel weird. It's instant and it happens just
before the orgasm actually hits but it doesn't actually register
in your brain until several seconds later.

My face was buried deep between Rachel's legs, but at least it was
now my proper face and Rachel's proper legs. I was now back in my
proper body. Slowly she came down from her sexual peak and I
eventually stopped.

"Thanks" she said as moved down the bed to kiss me.

"What for" I asked.

"For that orgasm" she said "It was your orgasm, but I was the one
to have it. Damn, it was a good one."

Now you know, in that instant I did feel a slight tinge of regret.
I just felt I had been robbed of an wonderful orgasm. Okay, I was
happy to be back in my proper body, but there was a part of me
that would have preferred to experience it in full and then switch
back. I now cursed myself for not taking up Rachel on her offer to
try it a few hours earlier. I also noted the thoughts that were in
my head just as we switched. Rachel wanted to fuck me just as much
as I wanted it.

"Anyway, lover." she said. "Fancy finishing off where we started
last night. We can make love all night long and not worry about
transferring again" as she started to lick her juices off my face
and unbuckle my pants. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do
this" she whispered in my ear.

I suppose I should have got up and walked out of the door. After
all I had got what I wanted, my old body back. But I found I was
very horny.  I had to accept the emotional state that Rachel left
this body in. Now I know why she watched me fuck myself. She was
getting herself so horny that when I received this body, I would
want to fuck her....



Continued in part three...




Phillip Stevens
zippy@forfree.at
phil_stevens_2@hotmail.com



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