Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Reluctant, Fiction, Humor, Paranormal, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Even I couldn't believe what happened.

I was standing in the baggage claim at the airport waiting for my cousin Faye. It had been nearly a year since I had seen her last, something we had always enjoyed doing. As cousins go, we were very close. Perhaps not nearly as close as I'd fantasized about, but we were close. We enjoyed one another's company, and always looked forward to these almost too short visits.

The thing about Faye was, she was flirtatious as hell around me. Very often our conversations were filled with innuendos, flirtatious banter back and forth. And comfortable enough, that there was very little we couldn't discuss with one another, including our current (or in my case) not so current sex-lives. But it had never gone beyond that. Though I wasn't sure that with a little more effort on either one of our parts, it possibly could have. Even our kisses in greeting had been chaste. Sure, affectionate yes, but never once had we locked lips in such a way that we'd qualify for being "kissing-cousins", as much as I would have liked that.

I stood waiting, watching the escalator for her to finally appear. When she did, she saw me at almost the same moment I saw her. Her immediate smile lighting up the room, or so it seemed anyway. The fact she hadn't changed much was no surprise. Long brown hair, same color as my own, that fell easily and comfortably about her slim frame. Faye had sparkling blue eyes, a smile that could melt any man, and a body to match, though I'd never gotten much of a look at it outside of a few times when she'd worn a bikini around me. It had been enough however to light the fires of many long evenings just fantasizing about her. I guess you could say she had 34C, or large B cup breasts. Either way, they looked bigger than they probably were on her curvy frame. The fact she enjoyed showing them off to some extent was another one of those flirtatious kinds of teases of hers. The fact she had come to visit with me, and dressed as sexy as she was (at least I thought so anyway) just reaffirmed the kind of relationship we had with one another. I noticed almost immediately the somewhat short pleated blue skirt she had on, along with the tight form fitting pull over sweater that was a complimentary color of blue, low cut just enough to give hint at the swell of her sensual breasts.

I almost broke through the barrier just to gather her up in my arms in order to hug her. But she saved me the embarrassment of doing that by rushing through the obstacle course in order to get to me first. In seconds we were hugging one another almost crazily. I am sure that people who were standing around us thought us to be a couple, separated for a time perhaps for some unknown reason. I honestly wished it was actually like that.

"So Faye, how was the flight?" I asked, still holding her hand as we made our way over to the carousel to await the arrival of her luggage.

"Too long," she laughed. "I'm looking forward to a nice hot shower, and something decent to eat. And not necessarily in that order either!" She grinned, once more hugging me to her. It was hard not to notice the press of her full breasts against me as she did that. And I again wondered if she wasn't getting some sort of a kick out of doing that to begin with. I'd never tried to hide the fact I was a bit of a breast man, and had even once commented on hers when we'd gotten into a discussion about things like that. I'd told her then, I thought she had an amazing body, and any man lucky enough to land her one day would make me jealous upon doing that.

She had laughed of course, once more leaning over to give me an affectionate kiss on the cheek. But I had felt the press and near caress of her breasts against my bare arm that time too. Like I said, Faye could tease me to death in the most subtle of ways, though I think we both knew damn good and well what she was doing to me.

It wasn't long before we had piled her luggage in the backseat of my car, quickly getting onto the freeway from there for the short thirty-minute drive back to my place. We were both anxious to get there of course, and by the looks of it, just a few minutes ahead of the normal rush hour traffic. We were doing our usual catch-up when I just happened to catch unexpected movement out of the corner of my eye. That's when I looked over towards Faye and whatever it was that didn't seem normal.

In hindsight. It's just like everyone says. Suddenly everything I remember seemed to be happening in slow motion. Whoever was driving the other car, came up the on ramp at a much higher rate of speed than even we were traveling. And maybe, he/she didn't see us, I don't honestly know. All I do know, is Faye suddenly aware that something wasn't right either, looking over, and then screaming. Though I'm not sure I remember the scream, maybe because we both were. I do remember looking over to my left, but there was another car in the lane next to me, though I didn't have time to react even if there hadn't been. Once again ... in slow motion, I heard and then felt the sudden impact of the car slamming into us, the screech of breaks being applied, though too little too late. If anything, I honestly believe that had made it worse. Clipping the back corner of our car, sending us into what initially was a tailspin. And then after that, we were weightless. I know the car rolled, though I have no idea how many times, or what actually happened after that.

What I did see, when I realized I was looking ... scared the hell out of me.

And just like some of the other stories you've maybe heard, I found myself looking down at myself, or at the scene rather. I don't know how much time had actually passed. But I was fully aware of emergency vehicles parked all over the place. I was on some kind of a gurney, though still laying on the ground, I had a neck brace on, and strapped down, but it was also obvious they were still working on me. In a panic, I looked around for Faye. She too was being attended to a short distance away from where I was. How she had gotten there, I had no clue, but the paramedics with her had already lifted up her sweater, they'd applied one of those emergency defibrillators and were in the process of charging it.

"Clear!" Someone shouted. In an instant, I was somehow magically right by her side, looking down. I watched as her body jerked from the electrical shock she'd just been given, and then everyone looking at some sort of a monitor. "Charging again," someone else spoke, though that's when I saw the strangest of things. This little blue white light seemed to suddenly leave her body, like a little sphere of some sort. The moment it did, I could sense her presence, including her emotions. She seemed bewildered, confused, incoherent, though I was beginning to feel a little bit of that myself.

"Are we dead?" I asked her as much as myself, but perhaps that question, unexpectedly asked as well as received, confused her even more. Like I said, I could feel all that, sense it, as that little light streaked off as though trying to get away from me, heading right over to where I was still laying there on the ground.

And then I was chasing her, just as someone else called out, "Hit him again!"

"Faye!" I yelled, or thought I did anyway. And it was just enough to get her attention perhaps, because her little light seemed to hover, shudder and then oddly enough, evaporate, just as they hit me with another electrical surge. I saw Faye's little light suddenly drawn into my body, followed almost immediately after that with someone else saying..."We have a pulse!"

Talk about weird. I mean I know I was still floating there above all this. But now I was watching as my body drew breath, though they quickly applied an oxygen mask to my face, finally bringing the cart I was on up off the ground, now rolling me towards one of the waiting ambulances. I turned, looking back to where Faye was still laying, once more suddenly right there, right beside her.

"Still nothing," someone said. "She's gone."

"NO!" I screamed. "She's not gone ... she's in me!"

"Try it again," one of the other paramedic's demanded. "Charging!"

I knew then ... it was now or never. Even as the electrical charge hit her body, I was willing myself to enter her. It was like swimming through Jell-O for a lack of a better explanation. I felt like I was going to suffocate in fact, as though holding my breath, which maybe I was. I then I heard someone else saying..."She's back."

Once again, I didn't remember any of this at first. What I do remember initially is suddenly waking up in a hospital room. I was sore from head to toe, my head pounding, at first my eyes blurry like I'd been asleep for days. But they gradually cleared and I first noticed a woman Doctor standing at the foot of my bed looking down at me. She was smiling.

"Ah good ... you're finally awake."

I vaguely remembered the accident. "Where's Faye? How is she?"

The Doctor looking at me, now frowning just a bit. A look of obvious concern on her face.

"You're going to be fine," she assured me in soothing tones, though I could still detect a bit of uncertainty in her tone of voice. "You probably suffered a severe concussion, but aside from a few other bumps and bruises, I'd say you came away damn lucky. No doubt the air bags and seat belts saved both of your lives."

"So she's ... ok?"

Once more, Doctor nameless looked at me, and then came over with one of those penlights, peering into my eyes.

"Do you know what day it is?" She asked.

Even I wondered about that for a moment. Maybe I had been out of it for longer than what I thought. "Friday?" I questioned uncertain. Doctor no name nodded her head. "Correct. Now tell me ... when's your birthday?"

I almost told her mine. Which is about the same instant I looked down, saw that the sheet that was covering me wasn't exactly flat. I lifted my hand, looking it is as though seeing a stranger for the first time. My nails were polished! And then everything came flooding back to me.

"Faye? Are you ok?" The Doctor asked, truly concerned and worried now.

"March 17th," I responded quickly. "1987." I took a breath, just as she did, looking a bit more relaxed now. "Please tell me ... where's Howard? And how's he doing?"

"He's still in ICU. He didn't fare nearly as well as you did. But I can assure you; he's going to be all right. We did have to operate to repair a pretty badly damaged broken arm, but with some physical therapy, he should retain full use of it again. He's also got some cracked ribs, but beyond a few additional bumps and bruises, nothing life threatening. As soon as he comes out of the anesthesia, I'll let you know. Now ... try and get a little more sleep. I'll be back to check on you again in just a bit here. Is there anything I can have one of the nurses get for you before I go?" She then asked.

Obviously I was relieved to hear I was ok. Or rather that Faye was. Though even that thought was a bit confusing to me. I still hadn't wrapped my mind around the idea that I was currently residing in her body, and that she was in mine. Though thankfully at least, she was still under the affects of the anesthesia. I could only imagine what she'd be thinking and wondering when she finally did come out of it. Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury of worrying about that just yet.

"Some water maybe? And I really would like to pee."

"I'll send for one of the nurses," she said smiling at me once again. "And get you a bed pan to use."

"I don't need or want a bed pan. I can make it to the bathroom myself." I struggled to sit up, swing my legs out off the side of the bed. Which is when I discovered a whole bunch of new things.

The only way I can really compare it, is like when you've just gone out and bought a brand new car. Something you've never driven before. Something with a whole bunch of new dials and switches and buttons to push. Sure, eventually you'll get the hang of it. But you turn on the wipers instead of the lights. Which is essentially what I did. When your mind is used to driving a hundred and eighty pound muscle car, and suddenly you're in this really streamlined economy model, the mental exertion I used to power it was as they say ... over kill. I literally propelled myself off the side of the bed, crashing onto the floor before I'd even realized what had happened to me.

"Ah huh..." Doctor no name said, coming over to help me stand up again, placing me back onto the bed with a very stern expression on her face. "Like I said, we'll wait for the nurse if you insist on going into the bathroom. Obviously, you're still not yourself yet."

That was a major understatement.

"Ok," I sheepishly said, seeing the logic in that now. This truly was going to take some getting used to. I waited patiently until the nurse finally arrived, and actually did help me make it across the room into the bathroom. Talk about disoriented. Faye was maybe five-five? Far shorter than I was to be sure. And it was a weird perspective for me, seeing the world through her eyes, on her scale of things. Not my scale. It was as though the floor had lifted or something, making it difficult for me to gain a positive balance. This was going to be a lot harder than I had originally thought.

"That's it ... slowly. One step at a time," The nurse was telling me as we finally reached the bathroom.

"I can take it from here now," I assured her as we reached the door.

"Sorry, not until you've made it the rest of the way," she informed me. "I'll stand here until you do. After that, I'll be right outside waiting for you," she then added to that.

Somehow, I actually made it without doing a face plant.

But the best was yet to come.

Now don't laugh, but I caught the name on her badge. "Jackie". So yeah, nurse Jackie stood there in the doorway looking back at me. And I of course was bound and determined to accomplish all this by myself without the need of any further help. First things first however, which was also no easy feat. I reached behind, undoing the tie holding my hospital gown together, or attempting to, though it seemed to have turned into a knot.

"Need some help?"

"No ... I've got it," I said in frustration, basically giving up, simply reaching down and then bunching up my gown as I then reached down lifting the toilet seat. I then reached down...

"Holy shit!" I actually cried out. And of course Nurse Jackie came running over.

"What? What's wrong?" She said looking, just as I was. Expecting to see something maybe, though I had been too. But not exactly the same thing I'd been expecting to see, which wasn't there any more. Well ... it was, hopefully ... just not on me, or rather Faye I guess upon thinking about it.

"Ah nothing, never mind," I said spinning around, actually sitting down now. Nurse Jackie looked knowingly at me.

"Did you ... are you starting your period?" She now inquired as though this was the source of my sudden exasperation and alarm.

"Ah no. I thought for a moment I might be, but I'm not. I'm good. Now ... if I could be given some private time here? I might be here for a while," I told her.

Still hesitant to leave me all by myself, she finally stepped back through the doorway. "There's a call button there on your left. Use it when you're ready to go back to your bed, and don't even think about doing so yourself, or next time you WILL be using the bedpan instead. Understood?"

I nodded my head as she closed the door, and sat there quietly, listening until I was sure she had actually left.

It was time to actually have a look at myself. Or rather at Faye I guess. And strange that thought too in a way. I felt a little like a Peeping Tom, a bit of a pervert, about to commit an act of violation if you will. Sure it was me inside this body, but it wasn't my body. It was my cousins. The body I had long lusted after. And now, here I was in full and complete possession of it in ways that I could never have even dreamed of. Across the way over the sink stood a mirror. I hadn't as yet even seen myself. Yet again another shock and surprise. Standing up once more, walking over towards the sink, almost afraid too. I think I even peered in at first, as though expecting to see me, not Faye. But it was Faye. And it was me too. Sure, it was her face, her eyes ... her look. But it was me looking.

"Good god!" I heard myself saying, seeing the words formed, though spoken by her mouth, her voice, even though it was me ... Howard, thinking and saying them. Seeing HER face looking back at me was unnerving to say the least. And it really did feel like I was spying on her, violating her in someway. And yet ... I couldn't help myself. Though the mirror only allowed me to see myself from the chest up, it was too much of a temptation. I had to see. I had to see my tits ... Faye's tits. Lifting up the gown around my neck, I stood there staring at what I had up until now, only imagined, only fantasized about. Her boobs were near perfect, at least in my mind. I stood staring at them, taking in their shape, finally seeing her nipples, not quite the way I'd imagined them to actually look like perhaps, yet close enough. They were a light tan in color, small areolas, small but nice looking nipples that began to harden and lengthen almost from the moment I had lifted the gown. In seconds they were erect, a bit thicker obviously aroused. I had to cup them, hold them, feel the weight of her firm full breasts in my hands. Once again it was eerie, holding a pair of breasts from this angle, feeling this unfamiliar balance on my chest, understanding for the first time perhaps what it felt like for most women now who had large breasts.

I of course wanted to see more, experience more, but unable to really do so. I could look down between her legs, see what was obviously (unexpectedly so) a bare pussy. But even bending forward a bit to look was almost painful. I had wrenched my back, or rather she had. These very thoughts still confusing to me, disorienting as I tried to keep separate the thoughts and feelings I was having. The mechanics of being in her body however, a constant reminder that this body wasn't mine ... though for how long it would remain that way was yet unknown. A sudden knock on the door a reminder I had been in here long enough.


"Yeah, almost done ... just a minute," I called out, lowering my gown again, turning on the faucet to wash my hands before opening the door. I was greeted with a furrowed brow. "I'm fine," I assured nurse Jackie. "I'm feeling better by the minute in fact." Even so she helped me walk back over to the bed, though I managed to do so, far more comfortable in this body now than I had been, obviously getting used to it. "So how long do I have to be here?" I now asked.

"At least tonight, for observation," she informed me. "We'll see after that come tomorrow."

"Any news about my cousin?"

"Not yet, he's still in recovery. We'll let you know the moment he wakes up however."

She left soon after that. Once again leaving me with more questions and curiosities than I had answers for. And worse ... now I really did have to pee.

It was far more difficult just laying there in bed than one could possibly think. Though the TV was on in my room, I wasn't watching it. My mind currently awash with other feelings and concerns. Faye at the top of that list. I had heard only that she (me) was out of recovery, but still hadn't woken up yet. Concerned, I'd naturally inquired, asking the doctor, who had simply told me that everything appeared perfectly normal, though it was very possible that other problems existed, and that the appearance of what they now felt to be a possible coma, was something they were looking into. It sounded ominous to me, but I was again assured that they had every expectation "Howard" would come out of it before too much longer.

It didn't make me feel any better laying here. Maybe Faye had freaked out in some way. I couldn't say that I wouldn't blame her if she had. After all I had in a way too. Though I was also distracted by being inside the body I was at the moment. I had waited until the nurse had left after taking my last vitals, wanting to ensure I wouldn't be interrupted for a bit. The moment she had gone, I had immediately reached down beneath the sheets, once again cupping my breasts. I was still enthralled with actually touching them, not to mention the additional sensations I now began to discover in doing so.

"This isn't fare!" I actually thought to myself. I had started out simply exploring of course, now fondling and purposely caressing my hard erect nipples. I was amazed, surprised ... and to be honest, stunned by the exquisite sensation and pleasure I was giving myself. I had very often lain there in bed at night, just teasing the head of my cock with a fingertip, enjoying the stimulation, tease and arousal. I was feeling that, just playing with Faye's nipples! It was as though she had some sort of a direct link with those, all the way down her body, and then connected between her legs. This tiny electrical surge of pleasure traveling as I did that. I felt Faye's clit throb, or what I thought was her clit anyway. I still hadn't gotten much of a good look at it, determined to do so the moment I could sit up without straining my back, or the moment I could get my hands on a hand-held mirror. I wondered then if she had anything like that in her purse. I quickly discarded that for the moment however, not yet ready to go snooping around in Faye's purse for one thing. I'd prefer actually looking when I was certain no one would come walking in on me and wondered what the hell I was actually doing. I could just see it, me trying to look at Faye's pussy ... and caught doing so. A bit hard to explain under the circumstances.

But. I could certainly explore it with my hands and fingers, which I'd already decided to do once the lights were off and things had peacefully settled down for the evening. In a way, it was like waiting for a hot date. I was anxious and aroused, nervous as hell. The pleasures I had already given myself just from fondling Faye's tits had been a form of foreplay that I'd been giving myself for the better part of an hour now. Needless to say, I was horny as hell. Though I still felt a bit sheepish, doing this to her, to myself. Which again, was another confusing struggle as I fought with the "she is me" thing constantly.

Even after all the lights were out, and the hallway quiet outside the room. I waited for another thirty minutes before even daring to slip my hands down between Faye's outstretched legs. Still nervous, apprehensive, I spread them, slightly bent at the knee now for easier access with my eyes locked onto the closed door of my room. I certainly wasn't expecting anyone, but the last thing I wanted, was to be caught pleasuring myself either. Realizing there was probably no right or wrong way of doing this, I simply began to touch. What felt good, I pursued, what felt irritating as opposed to pleasurable, I refrained from repeating. Once I had gotten a pretty good feel for things however, I worried less about the door opening, and more about this amazing tingling sensation going on down between my legs. I then added the previous enjoyment I'd discovered, once more caressing my nipples, finding that I could now tolerate a sort of pleasure/pain as I pulled and pinched them. Caressing Faye's clit, the intensity of my arousal escalated, now rolling my nipples firmly between my fingers heightening even that.

"Oh god this is good!" I actually moaned aloud, reminding myself to remain quiet lest someone walking by my room out in the hallway should hear me. I was too far gone to stop now however, the mystery of a woman's orgasm quickly approaching. Would it compare to my own as a man? How might it differ? What would the overall sensations be like? Strange question I know to be asking myself, but I was nevertheless. I began to feel almost faint, lightheaded and dizzy in a very unique way. Already the internal spasms and signals alerting me that I was on the verge of experiencing something very intense here. But it was a deeper feeling too, almost more encompassing than what I had ever felt as a man. When it began, I was caught almost unaware of it. It was like a slow rolling ripple of ecstasy, very gradual at first like an approaching tidal wave. The real power just below the surface, awareness yes ... but nothing like that tickling surge of release I felt upon ejaculation. This was entirely different from that. I felt it in my fingertips, toes, even my face to some degree, not to mention within the very tips of my breasts as it washed over and through me. And suddenly I was consumed. The waves broke, the sea of pleasure like a wall of indescribable sensation. Internally I felt the contractions, the spasmodic, involuntary clenching of my pussy ... of Faye's pussy rather, as it did its thing. The rapture I now experienced astounding, overwhelming, incomprehensible. I was almost having another out of body experience, and for a moment, actually thought I was. It was as though I could again see myself, or Faye rather, laying there on the bed, convulsing, shaking, quivering inside and out. The stars I saw inside my head rather than outside. But there was no mistaking the impact of having an orgasm, and what it did to me. And even better, a few moments later ... I was having another one.

Although I was half expecting it, I was still a bit surprised when yet again another Doctor came in to examine me one last time before releasing me. I again asked about Howard's condition, receiving almost the same response from him that I had heard before already. I was ... still comatose, though brain wave activity, vital signs etc., all appeared to be normal. They would continue to monitor (me) for any improvements, still expecting (me) Howard to awaken at any point, baring something that simply wasn't showing up on any of their monitors. I had as well been given permission to go down to his room once I had gotten dressed and signed out. Something I was now very anxious to get doing. I had quite a list of "things to do" now that I was being released, the first of which was somehow retrieving the luggage that I'd been informed was still with my totaled car, being held at the compound yard. And even more importantly, I also needed to get the spare key to my apartment, though hopefully the neighbors who lived directly across from me would be home, and willing to give it to Faye though they had never met her of course. I had to smile at that one. It would prove to be an interesting situation, once more given the circumstances. But first things were first. I needed to get dressed.

Even then, I had to pause as I looked at the clothes, which had been hung in the closet. The same clothes Faye had been wearing when I had met and picked her up at the airport. Now I really did feel strange, even more so than I'd been feeling. At least in the hospital gown I had felt somewhat normal, somewhat like myself. But here I was now, about to get dressed, into women's clothing no less! Even as I slipped on Faye's somewhat skimpy bikini panties, I had this almost giddy silliness when doing it. Not only did it feel weird doing that, it felt a bit nasty and erotic too. Not feelings I should normally be having I know. And yet, I was. It only got worse however as I actually picked up her bra, now fumbling with that as I put it on. Remembering times past, watching my ex-girlfriend as she'd secured the clasp in front first, only then spinning it around, lifting it up and over her breasts once she had done so.

It wasn't as easy as it had looked. If anything, it felt confining, and not at all comfortable either. I was almost half tempted to leave it off, and perhaps would have, had I had more than just the very tight, almost too thin sweater been any other option. As hard as my nipples were, though why I don't know, I wasn't about to display myself so prominently either ... strange as that sounded when thinking about it.

And then came the skirt. "Holy fucking shit!" I once more thought to myself. The freedom of not being so confined as I was used to almost felt obscene ... decadent. Realizing that there was really nothing between me except for the sheer panties I was wearing, and thin air. Even walking seemed to sensitize those same sensations. And I felt myself getting uncontrollably wet.

"This really isn't going so good," I told myself, though with no other options, I then gathered up the rest of my things and waited for one of the nurses to wheel me down to the admissions area where I would then be checked out. Once I was, I would make a trip back in ... back up to Howard's room, my room ... Faye's room. Maybe ... maybe simply touching her would bring some sort of connection, some sort of realization and wakefulness back to her, and then hopefully back to me. As interesting as this all had been, as exciting as it had honestly been, it was also still ... too weird for words. And I'd have gratefully exchanged Faye's body back with my own again in a heartbeat.

I stepped into the elevator, along with a couple of male orderlies. As I did, I felt a pinch on my left breast, realizing I hadn't actually gotten it situated as comfortably inside my bra as I should have. The pinch was both uncomfortable as well as annoying. Without even thinking about it perhaps, I lifted up my sweater, basically exposing myself as I made the necessary adjustment, tucking my tit into the bra a lot better than it was. I looked up, only then realizing and seeing the slightly stunned, somewhat embarrassed expression on the two men's faces. "Oh sorry..." I chuckled somewhat to myself. "Wardrobe malfunction." They merely smiled, even grinning a little now as we rode up to the third floor together where I hurriedly got off. It was a reminder than even though I wasn't a woman ... I'd better damn well start acting the part or I was apt to find myself in even worse situations than that one had been. Certainly closing my legs whenever I sat down, especially if I continued to wear a dress, would be one of them. I stopped at the nurse's station, told them who I was, and gave instructions on how to contact me. I then headed off towards the room that I was in. I took a deep breath just before doing so. I knew damn good and well, this was going to be even stranger than what had so far experienced.

I walked into the room. There I was ... looking asleep if anything. Once more, I found myself having an out of body experience, though in another body ... Faye's. And she (hopefully) was in there somewhere. In me. I walked up, putting her hand on my arm, leaning over ... whispering in my ear. "Faye? Can you hear me? It's Howard. I hope you can hear me Faye. Please don't be afraid. I don't know what happened, I can't exactly explain it myself. But I'm in YOUR body. And you're in my body. Can you hear me Faye? Please honey ... squeeze my hand if you can hear me. Do something Faye. Anything."

I waited, but there was no response. All the monitors in the room seemed to be acting normally. Good pulse rate, heart beat. Breathing normal, brain activity normal (or at least I hoped so anyway). Nothing to indicate why she (we) were in this coma. Which was a little disturbing. That was MY body laying there, looking asleep at the moment, somehow functioning, though only because she was inside, or at least I hoped so anyway. I couldn't even begin to imagine trying to live out the rest of my life ... as her. This had been interesting, initially. But now it was starting to become worrisome. I even kissed myself on the cheek, hoping that would do something ... anything. But there was still no response. Just then another nurse came into the room, immediately checking all the monitors, noting everything in a log.

"His wife?" She asked curiously.

"No ... ah, cousin. I am staying with him for a visit. Or was anyway, until this happened."

"Is there a number where you can be reached in case we need to?" She then asked.

"Yeah, I've already given it to the nurse's station out front. So please let me know if there is any change, any change at all."

After assuring me they would, I soon after left. Grabbing a cab, and now heading back to my apartment. I for sure needed a change of clothing for one thing, and a shower again too. And once more, with a bit more privacy at my disposal upon getting there, I had every intention of having an even more detailed look at myself ... well, at Faye anyway, as long as I still had the chance. And then after that, I needed to see about getting the rest of Faye's clothing out of the car, along with my house keys, which were no doubt still with the car keys from what I'd been given to understand.

After being dropped off by the cab, I walked up the short flight of stairs to the second floor where my neighbor's apartment stood across from mine. Hopefully Jillian would be home, as I knew her "significant other" Sharon, would still be at work and not expected to be home for a while yet. And this would take a bit of explaining too, though I was glad I had mentioned to them both that my cousin Faye was coming, and would be staying with me for a couple of weeks. This wasn't exactly the way I had planned on introducing her to them however. But at least they wouldn't be too surprised when I showed up at the door, and explained everything that had happened to them.

I knocked. And then moments later knew that Jillian was no doubt peering out at me through the security hole in the door. I then heard her unlocking the door, though as it opened, the chain remained attached to it. "Yes?" She asked. "Can I help you?"

"Hi. I'm ah ... Howard's cousin Faye. I uh ... have something I should probably tell you, and then after that, I'm going to need the extra key to his place that he's left with you so that I can get in."

She hesitated only for a moment, and then closed the door briefly, undoing the security latch and chain. "Come on in," she said curiously enough. And then asked..."Where's Howard?"

I honestly thought about telling her. And then she stepped from behind the door where she'd been partially concealed. All she had on was a bathrobe, which she'd been holding closed with her hands. Seeing it was me, and someone she'd heard about perhaps, she actually let it fall open to some extent as she led me further on into the house. When she did, as she did ... the devil inside suddenly got a whole new idea inside his head.

I quickly told her about everything that had happened, which of course now explained why I was standing here.

"Good god! Is he going to be ok?" She asked.

"I certainly hope so," I said honestly. "But now you can sort of see the fix I'm in. I need to figure out a way to get my luggage back for one thing, I've been wearing these same clothes ever since I got off the plane on Friday."

"Well, I think I can actually help you out with that, you seem to be about the same size I am, a two yes?"

I had no idea what she had meant by that, but I decided to play along. Either a two or three yes."

She looked at me. I realized maybe it was best not to elaborate more than what was absolutely necessary.

"Listen, can I get you something to drink? This time I just nodded my head yes. "Soda? Or would you prefer something a little stronger? I know it's early yet ... but you look like you could use it."

"Yes, thank you," I said to that. Once again she didn't bother with closing her robe as she stood up to take a couple of glasses down out of the cupboard, soon after sitting one down in front of me, pouring a finger or two of bourbon into my glass. My eyes of course glued to her bare breast as she exposed herself to me.

"Oh sorry!" She immediately said, pulling her robe together again upon realizing she had done that. "I was just about to go in and take a shower when you knocked. Maybe I should go in and put something on."

"No! Don't!" I said almost a little too loudly. "I mean it's fine ... you're fine, (you're very fine, ) I thought. I don't mean to take up all of your time here," though I wasn't in any real hurry to finish my drink just yet either. I mean after all ... for as long as I'd been living next to my good, but lesbian neighbors, I'd certainly never been afforded an opportunity like this one before either.

Thankfully, she sat down again, sipping on her drink, asking a few more questions about Howard, and what the doctor's were saying. I answered them all of course, as best I could, sneaking peeks at her whenever I could get away with it, drawing out the time with her without making it too terribly noticeable. Eventually however, I had finished my drink. "Well I guess I really should let you go in and take that shower, and I need to see what I can do about getting some additional clothes to wear."

"Oh ... that's right. I said I think I can help you with that. Come on ... follow me, let's see what we've got that I can let you borrow until you get your own clothing back."

I followed Jillian back into her bedroom. "Ok, let's see what we've got here," she said rummaging through her closet. To be honest, I was dying to get into a pair of jeans, but I knew damn good and well, nothing I had would fit Faye's hips.

"I don't suppose you've got an old pair of jeans I could borrow do you?"

"That I do have, and lots of them. Try out that dresser drawer over there while I keep looking through here," she told me. I walked over, pulling out the top drawer, it was full of her underwear. Her's or Sharon's perhaps. Tons of lacy bras and panties. I immediately closed it, trying another one, which was at least full of jeans.

"Here, try this on," she said handing me a pull over blouse. "That should fit you well enough, and looks good with those jeans you're holding too," she added to that. I reached down, pulling the sweater I had on up and over my head. "Hey ... wait!" she suddenly called out. I froze, worried I had done something wrong. "There's a little bit of blood on your sweater, and your bra!" She informed me.

I did have a small bandage over a minor cut I'd received from the seat-belt actually cutting into me, but hadn't noticed the small blood stain on the inside of my sweater, nor the small brownish spot on the side of my right cup either.

"Take it off, we need to wash that and get the stain out," she informed me. The sweater had been easy. The bra ... not so much. I actually had to think about the mechanics of doing this for a moment. Thankfully, Jillian came to my rescue. "You need help with that?" She asked.

"Actually, I do. You see, in addition to sort of throwing my back out, I'm also having a little trouble bending my arms back far enough," I stated, hoping that made sense to her. At least it seemed to as she came over behind me, and in two seconds, had undone the catch on my bra. I quickly shimmied out of it, now standing there as topless as she was, and feeling a bit shy and embarrassed as I did.

"You've got nice boobs," she told me actually looking at them, which of course gave me equal time and opportunity to look over at hers.

"So do you," I replied in kind. They were roughly the same size by the look of it, though she had much larger areola's than Faye did, and slightly thicker looking nipples too, light pink in color, almost disappearing into the surrounding tissue of her breast.

"Yeah, I think one of my bras will fit you well enough," she said still looking at me. "But let's see how these pants fit on you first," she then stated. It was time to remove the skirt I had on, which I almost automatically reached in front in order to remove it. The zipper was on the side. "You need some help with that too?" She asked actually smiling at me.

"If you don't mind," I said quickly giving in. "I guess I'm a bit more stiff and sore than I realized," I said laying it on thick.

"Yeah, sometimes that happens. You don't really realize it until a day or two afterwards, and then suddenly it's almost impossible to even move." She chuckled.


"Don't laugh," she said though grinning when she did. "A couple of years ago, Sharon and I were trying out one of those fancy sex swings, ever seen those?" I had, so I nodded my head. The thing is, it was the same one they still had, which they'd shown me just about that time. "Anyway, we were getting pretty frisky and wild with it, you know ... really getting into things, except that Sharon hadn't secured the bar in the middle that you hold onto while your swinging securely enough. Not enough to hold both of our weights in it anyway. So there we are ... she's on top, me on the bottom, and we start to bouncing and swinging a little when down she comes! Next thing I know, I'm crashing into the floor on my shoulders and back with Sharon landing on top of me. It was sort of funny at the time, but not so funny a day or two later. I could hardly move because of it. So I have a pretty good idea what you're going through."

"Yeah, it's ... sort of surprising just how stiff and sore one can be after something like that." I'd no sooner said the words than another thought came to me. One that I was surprised to find myself actually contemplating. Though I spoke the thought anyway. "And while we're sort of on that subject. I don't suppose you have a hand held mirror I could borrow for a moment do you?"

"Sure ... why?"

I actually blushed, which she at least perceived as actual shyness and reluctance on my part to tell her this.

"Go on, don't be shy ... what do you need it for? What can I help you with?"

"Well ... it's like this. Because I can't really bend over to well, you know ... my back sort of being out. Well ... I've sort of got this itch, not sure if it's a pinch, or an injury, or what. But I haven't been able to check it out either ... you know."

"You cut elsewhere?" She then asked worriedly. "Something they missed?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Didn't dare ask, or say anything. Couldn't be that big a deal anyway, but I can't actually see it myself at the moment. Thought maybe with the mirror."

"So where is it exactly?"

Now I was blushing. "You know ... down there."

"Here, let's have a look," she said simply now motioning for me to sit down, and then lay down on her bed. "Lay back," she added to that, already pulling down on my panties as I lifted my ass up, so she could finish pulling them the rest of the way down my legs. Once again she giggled.


"Oh ... nothing really. "I'm just wondering what Sharon will say when I tell her that you and I were playing Doctor this afternoon."

"She won't get mad will she?" I suddenly asked in a semi-panic.

"Sharon? Oh hell no. Not her. If anything, and I hope you don't mind my saying this, I mean obviously you've either already guessed by now, or perhaps Howard said something to you. But we're gay ... you know, lesbians. And the thing is, we're kind of not so much committed, though we're that too ... as open minded and more liberal with one another. Sharon would be more inclined to ask me if I tried seducing you as opposed to anything else. And then upon seeing you, and meeting you, be more inclined to try seducing you herself if I hadn't managed it."

"Oh..." I grinned blushing even more. As well as I thought I actually knew my two neighbors, I was learning more intimate details about them in the last ten minutes than I'd learned about them in the last year living next door.

"Here, try spreading your legs just a little, bend your knees some," she told me now crawling onto the bed to have a closer look at me herself. I did as she asked, feeling two things almost immediately. Arousal, and a surge of moisture that felt somewhat familiar now, but alerted me to the fact she'd be seeing it soon herself too. "Well it certainly doesn't look like you've hurt yourself. But where does it hurt anyway?"

"I ah ... well I guess, sort of ... well, inside maybe, not far, just a little."

"I see. Mind if I look a bit closer then? I promise ... I won't bite. I might be tempted to lick some ... but I don't bite, unless of course you're into that," she laughed trying to put me at ease. I lay there looking up at the ceiling in her room, unable, and unwilling to look down at her directly. I couldn't believe this was actually happening for one thing. That I ... was actually laying on my neighbor's bed, naked ... even if it wasn't my own body that was naked. But it was hers, which nearly was. But even more importantly, I could now feel the touch of her delicate fingers as she gently pried my lips open. "Ah ... looks like you somehow scratched yourself maybe. Don't know how you did, or with what, but there does look to be like a tiny little spot that's a bit inflamed. I think I can get you something for that. In the meantime, here's a mirror, have a look at it yourself."

I now had a mirror in my hand, sitting up slightly, holding it between my legs where I now got the first real good look at Faye's pussy, up close and personal. Jillian came walking back into the room then, her robe though still on, completely open. I could now see her more clearly than I had before. A small tuft of hair over her pubic bone. Neatly trimmed yes, into what I'd heard it being called as a "landing strip", or some such. I was still holding the mirror, my pussy ... or rather Faye's pussy clearly revealed. Jillian standing in front of me, looking on as well, when we both heard the sound of Sharon's voice coming from the doorway. Neither one of us had heard her come in.

"Well ... well, what have we got here?" She asked. And then asked. "And can I play too?"

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