Chapter 2: Gus and Gracie on Their Own

(At this point in the story, while I will continue to refer to both Gus and Gracie by their given names, I will be referring to them in the gender of the bodies they now occupy. Gus will be her and Gracie him. I’m doing this to avoid confusing references such as his pussy and her cock.)

Gus drove her car down the highway thinking Aphrodite had been right; she had given Gus the knowledge needed. She had applied her makeup perfectly, knowing exactly what was needed and how much to use. Eye liner, mascara, powder, blush, lip gloss; all went on expertly and easily. Perhaps this being a woman temporarily wouldn’t be so hard to deal with. She should have known better.

It was an hour’s drive to her appointment. There had been no rush; she had time to come up with and explanation as to why she was taking the place of the old Gus. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t come up anything she considered plausible. She’d thought of saying her real name was Gustina Fuller, but she wasn’t sure Gustina was a real name. Perhaps Augustina, but she had the same problem with that. Saying Gus was just a silly nickname might work, but if she had to sign any papers she couldn’t use a nickname. She decided on Gail, that way she could sign any papers as G. Fuller. She would tell them Gus was ill and she was filling in for him and it was sheer co-incidence they had the same last name.

Gracie, on the other hand, had less time to organize his (formerly her) story. His friend Dora from the third floor always dropped in on Saturday morning for coffee and girl talk. While there would be no girl talk today, he had to come up with a remotely plausible story. When he heard the knock on the door, his chest tightened. He hoped he could pull it off. He swung the door open.

“Dora, come in.” Mistake one; how would he have known who she was? He quickly covered his error. “Gracie said you might drop in. You are Dora, right?”

“Yes, yes I am. And you are... ?”

“Gracie’s cousin, Bob. I got in late last night. Our aunt isn’t doing too well, and Gracie had to go and take care of some legal business for her. I was pretty tired so I slept here and she took my car. She didn’t trust that old heap of hers. I’ll be staying here until she gets back. She said you’d probably drop by.”

They stood looking at each other for a few moments, then Dora smiled brightly.

“Well, I came down for some coffee, and I do smell some.”

She’d bought it. Gracie was thankful for once that Dora wasn’t particularly bright.

“Come on in and have some, I made plenty. I think Gracie has a coffee cake around here somewhere.”

“Love to. Yes she usually has cake or cinnamon rolls for our Saturday morning get togethers.”

Gracie set the cake down on the kitchen table then poured two cups of coffee. He couldn’t help but think about how awkward this was going to be. Then he noticed the first complication; Dora was looking at him with that big cow-eyed look that she got when she was interested in a guy. Gracie wondered if this guy whose body he was occupying was that good looking or if this was a part of Apollo’s spell. All he was sure of was Dora wanted him to fuck her. Gracie wanted no part of it.

Sitting at the table, he told her the made up story of his fictional life while Dora leaned forward listening intently. She rubbed her neck as if it were stiff or cramped and managed to accidentally on purpose tug on her robe, opening it a little in front. Gracie had a good look at Dora’s bra. Now when he was in his own body, he would have been thinking how pretty it was; lime green with lacy cups, might have even wondered if she had matching panties and where Dora had bought them. But in this man’s body, all he was wondering about was her cleavage and how far was she going to go with this little impromptu striptease. He felt a funny sensation in his stomach and his cock began to come to life. Suddenly the idea of fucking Dora didn’t seem all that bad.

Gracie was horny, but unlike someone who had been a man their whole life and had learned to live with these urges, he had no idea how to handle them. He didn’t understand his fascination with Dora’s tits, after all, up until last night he had a pair of his own and wasn’t the least bit impressed with them. Then there was this damned hard-on, he squirmed in his chair trying to get comfortable, as his hand went under the table in an attempt to discretely untangle it from his underwear. How the hell do men function with all these distractions going on? In an attempt to get her to close the front of her robe he felt he should say something.

“That’s a really pretty brassiere you’re wearing.” Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect.

“Oh, really, you like it?”

With that Dora shamelessly undid the front of her robe, opening it wide to give him a better view. He felt his whole body throb at the sight. Gracie had never realized what a brazen hussy Dora could be. But as he sat there looking at her holding the robe open with an inviting smile on her face he really didn’t care. All he knew was his cock was painfully erect and he urgently wanted to do something about it. As I said, he had only been a man for a few hours and this was the first time he’d seen a half-naked woman, let alone one who was obviously offering herself to him. He didn’t know how to show any restraint.

Getting up out of his chair he walked over, leaned down and kissed her; a hard passionate kiss reeking with lust and desperation. He’d taken Dora by surprise; he felt her one arm pressing against his stomach and was afraid she was trying to push him away. Please, he thought, don’t stop me now, you’ll never understand how badly I need this. Then, to his relief her tongue pushed past his lips into his mouth. Twenty eight years of being female had not been forgotten in the last few hours; he knew the signs. He knew he was going to get laid and lose this awful hard-on.

Dora got up from her chair and shrugged her robe off. Gracie hugged her, amazed at how good a woman’s soft flesh now felt to him. He boosted her up, her ass resting on the table’s edge and began fumbling with her bra clasp. Peeling her bra off, he saw her naked breasts for the first time. There was a magnetic attraction, he was drawn to them. Gracie understood now why men had a hard time not looking at a woman’s chest when they were talking to them; poor bastards can’t help themselves. It was a revelation.

His hands reached out for them. His first impulse was to grab and squeeze, but his conscious mind was still female and it warned him to go easy, be gentle. He listened to his feminine intuition and softly caressed them, leaning down kissed them, tickled them lightly with his tongue. Dora’s breathing became deeper and more audible as she became more aroused. Gracie couldn’t help but remember what these feelings were like, he wished that he could be experiencing them now instead of these alien lust filled emotions that were surging through him. He remembered joking with Dora that men were like depraved animals when it came to sex, but now he thought they weren’t depraved so much as deprived. Right now as a man, sex wasn’t some great pleasurable pastime, it was an urgent need for relief, a driven thing. He was sure there was more to it than that, but at this moment all he was thinking about was fucking Dora.

Raising his head up from her breasts he kissed her again while sliding a hand into her panties. His finger ran up and down the slit of her pussy before pressing in, stroking her clitoris. He could tell from Dora’s gasping that he was having a serious effect. Gracie’s female mind told him this required more foreplay, but his male body was screaming for a fuck; the louder voice won out. He pushed Dora’s panties down as far as he could. Dora boosted herself up momentarily, allowing him to finish the job.

The sight of Dora’s naked body was more than he could resist as he began quickly fumbling with his pants. He pushed them down along with his underwear, his erect cock getting tangled in his shorts. He couldn’t help but think this never happened to him as a woman. Once his pants and drawers were down around his ankles, he bent his knees to position himself. Dora leaned back slightly, giving him open access to her wet cunt. He pressed the head of his prick against her glistening pussy lips. Then he pushed his hips forward. His penetration was a totally unique and exhilarating sensation. He was amazed at how easily his hard-on slid into her sopping cunt yet it felt so tight. He would have thought women Dora’s age would be a lot looser, it made him wonder what a younger woman must feel like.

But he didn’t wonder long. Hugging her to him, her legs now wrapped him, he began thrusting into her twisting pussy. He tried to remember and imitate the motions he’d always enjoyed as a woman. From the sounds of Dora’s moans it must have been working, she seemed to be on the verge of an orgasm. Suddenly her legs tightened around him as her hips jerked against him and she cried out. It felt as if her cunt constricted around his cock; she was coming. It was more than he could take. He felt a tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach followed by a feeling of elation as his cock released several spurts of cum into her, then a relaxed feeling swept over him.

Still hobbled by his pants, he reached around and pulled a chair up behind him. He quickly yanked up his pants and sat down. He pulled Dora off the edge of the table and onto his lap. They embraced each other and kissed. As a woman, Dora had been his best friend, as a man, he was beginning to think she might be his love. When their lips parted she laid her head against his chest; he spoke in a whisper.