Chapter 2

Waking up to silence and darkness left me confused. I turned around beneath the blanket, but instead of my legs coming down to a cold floor, there was just more of the mattress. My nipples scrapped against the blanket and I screamed. It wasn't a nightmare! I was now in a stolen body and she was in mine. My throat was hoarse with the terrible shout I let out, so I sought about for the light, taking a moment to collect myself and wipe away a tear. Thinking instead of reacting, I took a moment to consult my memory, then reached up above the headboard to touch a panel. The weak light was perfect for adjusting my eyes and I saw that I beat the alarm by a mere twenty minutes.

I shivered and clutched the blanket, suddenly afraid of stepping out of bed and facing the world. From a big guy no one wanted to mess with, I was now this delicate looking beauty. I didn't know how to behave! A physical mess, that I could deal with and correct. But this! I leaked tears into the pillow until the alarm rang, making me jump in sudden panic. I silenced it and decided that while I needed to eat and more important, drink something, I didn't want to face the servants, not even remotely. With time beginning to press, I ran to the bathroom and peed, cleaning myself experimentally in the bidet. The warm water laving me there reminded me of my masturbation session of last night, but I repressed the temptation to play with myself some more. Like he told me, without willpower I'd be frigging myself twenty four hours a day. I checked the contents of the fridge, pleased to find enough fresh sushi for a good sized breakfast. Obviously, it was a favorite of hers. It wasn't bad, so I was going to have to adopt it as a favorite if only for the short term. That left me with barely more than half an hour to get home, well, to my former home.

With time running out, I couldn't even think about what to wear. I used to laugh at the idea of girls agonizing over clothing, but it wasn't quite so funny this time around. Mostly because I really didn't know what I should wear. I just picked a tank top that left my midriff bare and a pair of tight shorts, making sure that the colors weren't a mismatch. There were so many drawers around, I had yet to look into half, let alone really examine what was inside. She, no I, had some shockingly immodest clothes. For shoes, I picked the flats that matched most closely. Maybe I did have to get used to heels, but not so soon and certainly not while driving.

I sent a message to Bonny, telling her I was having two guests and to have lunch ready for us at noon. A bit early, but I knew how hungry Brian would be, being a growing boy and all. I didn't specify the menu, as he'd told me that he usually didn't. Everything Bonny made was good and he didn't have the leisure to educate me on what good food was called. Even as a guy, she was an obnoxious, arrogant ass.

With time running out, I skipped over to the garage and moved out. I used the same car, and it was just as much of dream deal as it was yesterday. I wasn't a car nut like some of the guys in auto shop, but I was looking forward to teaching Brian about the innards of this one. The gleaming BMW looked out of place in low town and I caught some looks before I got home. Former home that is, a small and undistinguished apartment in a dingy four story building. I lowered the driver's window, popped the rear doors with the remote and motioned them inside.

"Let me drive," Brian demanded over Mindy's "What the heck?"

"My car, I'm driving," I smiled at him sweetly. "You can ride shotgun."

"You promised to listen," Brian turned to Mindy. "She's part of what I have to tell you. Get in," he shooed her through the rear door and took up his seat beside me.

As I closed the doors he gave a look, "What the fuck did you do to your hair?"

I fluffed it nervously, "Well, what do I know about the fifty shampoos you, ah I, have there? I need help, urgent like, with all the basics."

"Well, so do I. You just forgot to tell me I had no chance of sleeping without jerking off, right? And the noise those squirts made, I almost strangled them. This just sucks."

"We'll just have to see what we can do to make it suck less," I shrugged, stopping just in time to avoid running over a dog.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mindy exploded. "Since when are you two on speaking terms? I thought our kind were beneath you, Va-le-rie?" she drawled.

"Ha," I laughed, "That's the big thing we have to tell you all about. You see, we switched minds. Or switched bodies. I'm Brian inside, while he," I pointed, "Is Valerie inside. Don't know how, don't know why, it's true. Oh, and happy birthday, sweet!" I reached into the glove compartment as the car idled before the stop light, and tossed her the gift wrapped pendant. "This is what I bought for you, girlfriend, just before we exchanged."

"Well, at least you managed to avoid my sister," Brian ignored the words I directed at Mindy, "seeing as you're not moving like you're in pain. Couldn't you at least put some lipstick on? You're totally clueless," he shook his head.

Looking at Mindy through the mirror, I could see her gaping at us. My probably former girlfriend is both pretty and cute, half Chinese and half Norwegian, pale and petite. If not quite so pale as I. Her single mom, a Chinese immigrant, worked as a private and geriatric nurse for such long hours that Mindy barely saw her.

"Mindy?" I ignored him right back, "It's true. I can prove it easily enough. We'll settle in Valerie's home, now mine, and we'll talk. Brian may be an asshole now, but he's going to need some support from you. I'm asking you not to just dump him and, well, I want to talk to you privately."

"Yeah," Brian turned his head to look at Mindy, "She still likes girls, as much as he did." His tone made it obvious enough that he couldn't see why I had any interest in her, which had Mindy instantly furious. I could tell.

He really was an idiot. Mindy might not have been beautiful or a genius, but she was the only person I really made time for outside the family, my best friend as well as my girlfriend.

"You moron," I hissed at him, "You're going to need her help to fit in. Don't go pissing her off. The beautiful people aren't going to come flocking around you. You're another nobody now, with my hands on the purse strings. We're tied together, but if you're too obnoxious I'll do what I need to cut the tie," I shot him a furious look before getting my eyes back on the road.

"Yeah, whatever you say," he sulked back in the car seat. "Speaking of purse strings, stop here and get me another three grand. There's a stash of cash in your room, twenty five grand, but you need that for mad money."

Wordlessly, I obeyed. I wasn't comfortable relying on Brian, but there was absolutely no choice. I withdrew the money, but gave half of it to Mindy. The look he shot me was poisonous.

"Mindy was my best friend and I hope that won't change," I looked him right back in the eye. "She also did a lot to help Trina with the kids. Some of the cash will go directly to her and Trina. I can't have you going wild and arousing suspicion. Think about it for a moment. You'll be picked up on drug charges in a blinkety minute."

His fist clenched and for a moment it almost looked like he was going to hit me.

"You stupid fuck, the first thing you need to learn is never to hit girls," Mindy growled at him, reaching from behind to strike his bicep. I looked at her for a moment in surprise. Was she really accepting this so easily? Not knowing what to say, I started the car and drove off.

"Did you bring your class schedule and papers?"

"Yes," he answered monosyllabically.

"Val, I mean Brian, you can't just shut off or go into dreamland and pout at this. You're not a sheltered rich bitch anymore. You need to work your ass off, some of it physically. If you don't change your attitude, things really will suck for you," I told him coldly.

"Yeah, yeah, I fucking get it. You get the roses, I get the thorns."

"Oh, right," sarcasm dripped off my voice, "I now have parents who don't give a shit and a sister who wants to torture me. Everyone in school knows I'm a racist, bigoted bitch. I'm oversexed in a body I know little about. There's makeup, fucking heels, no friends, impossible standards to meet scholastically... hell!" I shouted.

"Hey, down girl. It's not that bad, you can do it," he said.

"Yes it is that bad and you know it! It's just as insane for me, if more physically comfortable. I've also got the bulwark of money, about which I know nothing. I have to trust you, which is possibly the most frightening thing, too!"

"Oversexed?" Mindy piped up.

"He isn't the only one who had to jerk off before going to sleep," I replied.

"It's 'jilled off', dear," she smiled sort of weirdly.

"Whatever. This body is impossibly sensitive. Everything feels sexual and the orgasms are monstrous. I almost rubbed myself raw. I saw stars. I just about died. How did you survive sex?" I looked at him.

"I did faint a few times," he looked determinedly up, "but you can't really die from pleasure. I think," he added. "You'll develop some resistance, eventually. That's why I told you to be careful, especially of Leanne. If you get sucked down into sex, you'll find it really difficult to get out. If I were submissive, I'd have been someone's sex slave by now," his lips thinned in anger.

I breathed out in horror at the thought.

The rest of the ride went on in silence. I waved at the guards and noted Brian's dark frown, probably at the thought that he would have no way of passing them, not anymore. I had to empathize — he certainly lost a hell of a lot more material things than I had. It obviously wasn't easy to accommodate oneself to so much less. A brief glance at the mirror showed that Mindy was looking about, wide-eyed in wonder at all the impressive architecture.

Brian seemed amused at the cautious way I was driving and snorted at the way I parked. His improved mood was a good thing, I thought, as he cheerfully showed us a number of storage places I missed. The garage had a couple of shadowed doors that led to yet another bathroom and a pretty enormous room with all sorts of odds and ends. "Hey! Here are the tools I'll need to show you some of what you need to know, how to deal with a car for your class. Did you bring any spare clothes? It'll get us pretty greasy."

"I looked at my schedule," he answered with a shake of his head, "I have seven more classes before finals. I'll miss the first, so I'll have an excuse to look clueless. You can show me all about cars next week. The computer shit for the brats is also here, somewhere, as are the spares I'll need to really use the phone. C'mon, let's go to my, grrrr," he hit the wall with a closed fist, "your room."

Silent, he led us to my room. With his long legs and determined stride, Mindy and I had to skip and almost run to keep up with him. Brian entered my suite and had us take off our shoes, before heading directly for the bedroom. He sighed as he sat on the bed.

"I want to speak with Mindy, convince her I'm..."

"She already believes," Brian cut me off. "Let me show you a few things you probably missed."

First, he showed me how to employ the remotes to set the temperature and to play music, TV and movies. But that was just the start of it. I had access to the web from here, and also to a wealth of databases, many of them financial. The amount of information was staggering. I didn't want to think about how much more the office had.

"I'll show you how to access, move and deal with money in private," he shot an obvious look at Mindy. I was annoyed, but couldn't argue. This Brian was very annoying. Was that a guy trait or the Valerie personality?

"There are a few other things I'm sure you missed," he smirked at me. I wanted to wipe that look from his face with my fist, but considering his demonstrated willingness to hurt me and his current advantage in size and strength, it didn't strike me as the course of wisdom.

He leaned down by the bed and pressed a particular point in the frame and voila — a big drawer popped out. "There are nine drawers in all, three on each side. Look closely and you'll find where to press," he said, taking something out of the drawer and laying it on the bedcover. It wasn't difficult to notice that someone had been in my room — and cleaned up and changed the sheets. This rich bitch thing was looking nicer and nicer.

"Mindy, come here," he motioned her over and she sidled by me.

"Yes, what is... oh!" she gasped.

Brian reached down and tilted her chin up, bending to fit his lips to hers in a kiss. She struggled at first, but then relaxed and kissed him back. I was intensely jealous, so much so that I actually stamped my foot against the carpet, stomach roiling. I watched them with narrowed eyes, before they widened in shock. The kiss went on and on, growing hotter as his large hands reached down to fondle her tight ass, fingers reaching between her butt cheeks and pressing tight against her jeans. I was jealous again, but also envious. I'd never had a kiss like that. From either side.

When they came up for air, I could see Mindy's chest moving with the effort of taking breath. She didn't resist when he slipped her shirt off, actually cooperating by raising her hands. In another instant, Brian reached behind her and opened her bra, removing it and throwing it over his back. Then he reached for the things he brought up from the drawer and it was my turn to gasp. The padded handcuffs I recognized, but what was that weird red ball on a sort of black belt thingie?

I soon had an answer to that question. Before the effects of his kiss wore off, Brian had Mindy's hands cuffed behind her back, then forced the ball into her mouth, ignoring the protesting squeals she uttered, shoving it deep until her cheeks bulged and then fastening it behind her head. I was too shocked and confused to come to her aid, frozen and paralyzed.

He took his time in removing her jeans, pinching her small breasts and all over her body, handling her gyrations, kicks and wild motions with ease. He laughed dismissively as her plain white cotton panties came into sight and Mindy flushed in embarrassment, her struggles virtually ceasing. Brian tore the panties off in a single jerk and threw them away before tossing her on the bed, on her back. Reaching down, he took a metal bar out of the open drawer and caught her feet, fastening one to either side of it. He pulled at strands of her fine dark pubic her, shaking his head. "This'll have to go. Really, can't you cheap sluts keep things hygienic?"

I was breathing hard, my heart beating rapidly at the scene, the erotic image of Mindy's utter helplessness. I could see how aroused she was, the bullets of her nipples straining at the air. I could feel my own, so sensitive against my bra. In an agony of indecision, I watched as he took a large black dildo out of the drawer, connected with a belt to another object whose purpose I didn't recognize, as well as a plastic jar. Brian spread her cunt lips and used two fingers to rape her, moving in and out for a couple of seconds, then withdrew them. "Umm, not bad," he commented on the taste of her juices, then thrust the dildo into her with uncaring strength. It was bigger than my cock, if not by all that much, and I winced as I saw her muscles ripple with pain. Brian flipped her over on her stomach and smiled nastily at me, "It's a butt plug, silly."

He opened the jar and used the gel to lubricate the plug, then intruded a finger coated with the gel between her butt cheeks and into her ass. "An anal virgin, huh? I'll enjoy breaking her in," he muttered. It was obviously not a first time for him. I almost choked at the thought of how perverted Valerie had been. He lubed her up and pushed the butt plug into her almost savagely, closing the belt and stepping back to admire his work.

"Nice," his hand patted my hair, then he flipped her back so I could look into her glassy eyes. Brian took out a remote and pressed a button, and Mindy's entire body tensed. I could hear a faint buzzing as drool slipped out of her mouth.

"They vibrate," Brian told me, "It's a nice touch. Now let's teach you all about hygiene," and before I could do anything, his hands were inside my top, cradling my breasts and pinching my nipples. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, humping air. I could feel him stripping me, taking off the top, my bra and sliding off my pants and panties, my vision blurred by partly closed eyelids.

"Good girl, you're wearing a pad," Brian said and slid a pair of thick fingers into me. I used my cunt muscles to press against them, trying to cum. His thumb flicked against my clit and the world exploded in pleasure. My knees failed me and I fell against him, the rough texture of his shirt and jeans stimulating my sensitive skin. He picked me up, seemingly with no real effort, carried me to the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat. Brian's hold on me loosened and I flowed from his grasp down to my knees.

"Take it out!" He spoke to me peremptorily, burning eyes on me.

"What?" My voice came out weak and confused.

"Take out my new cock. I'm sure you know how. Then give me a blowjob. I'll teach you how if you never had a good one," seeing a sneer on my own former face gave me some willpower back.

"Fuck off! I'm not your fucktoy. If you want your cock sucked, go play with Mindy. I'm sure she'll be happy to accommodate you," I hissed at him.

"Ah!" I screamed out as his hand snaked down and caught my hair. He dragged me up with that hold, and I had to spread my legs around the toilet or bang them against the porcelain. Brian brought my face close to his and I clawed out at him wildly. He turned his head and before I could react, his other hand slapped my pussy, hard.

I screamed out again, this time in pain. It hurt, just as much as being hit in the balls would! Then two of his fingers clamped around my clit and started squeezing, hard. I tried to squirm away, trembling and terrified.

He turned back to look at me, "You are wearing my body. The body belongs to me and I own it. I'd prefer to have you as my partner," he added coldly. "I know everything about your new body, Val, how to wring the maximum amount of pleasure. You'll never find a better lover anywhere. I also know how to break you. It's easy. Is that what you want?" He swung me so that I looked into his eyes and let go of my aching sex, settling me down on his rough jeans.

"I," cough, cough, "am not going to be your sex toy! I'm not even sure I want anything male, for god's sake! If you were broken, how could you possibly do that to someone else?"

"I need you, and after you experience what I can do to you, you'll be very happy as my sex toy," the smile he gave me showed his certainty. "Besides, like I said, you're wearing my body, I'm certainly not going to damage you. Now, do I need to teach you a lesson?"

I trembled in his grasp, despair gripping me. I could get rid of him later somehow, but here and now? I couldn't think of anything.

"It would seem that I do," he sounded regretful. Brian picked me up again, holding my wrists in one hand. My struggles and screams did no good. His fist blew the air out of me, then I flew and landed on the bed, bouncing. Trying the recover my breath gave him the opportunity to fasten my hands to the headboard. Horrified and frightened silly, I saw Mindy lying near, her body shaking.

"Please, at least let Mindy free! You're killing her!"

"Oh please," he smirked at me, "I had it programmed for intermittent. She'll be fine. Now, are you sure you don't want to cooperate? I don't particularly want to hurt you. Come on, don't tell me you don't want sex — you were male just recently."

"I just can't! Come on, it's too soon!"

"Well, there's no time. I'm moving in with you, here and now. Mindy will take my place in helping Trina take care of the brats and the house, and we'll pay her way to any college she wants in return. You know," he shot me a speculative look as he caught my feet and lifted them, tying them near my hands and spreading me obscenely open, "Your little sister is pretty fucking cute. I think I'm going to enjoy her, too."

He smirked at my useless struggles and went back to the drawer, coming back with a thin switch in hand.

"No, please, don't!" I tried to crawl back or somehow make myself smaller.

With a swish, Brian brought it down on my belly, drawing a line of fire. I tried to scream at the horrifying pain, but could not as the air locked in my lungs. Then he brought it down again and I convulsed. The third stroke hit my left breast, the fourth my right. The screams gurgled in my throat, tears blinded me. I could do nothing but shudder in pain and fear of the next stroke of the lash.

"And that," Brian sounded disgustingly satisfied with himself, "is what Leanne would start with. Avoid her! Now for some fun," he tossed the lash aside and crawled closer, lowered his head next to my exposed privates and blew hot air against my pussy.

I was too busy sobbing to react. At least, until he starting laving his tongue on my mound and penetrating me with his thick, meaty fingers. I still throbbed with pain, but I could feel my growing wetness in reaction to his deft manipulations. He was raping me and I liked it, but of course I would — like he said, he knew everything about my body.

The pleasure mounted, driving away all thought of pain. It was like a balloon accepting more and more air, until it exploded in a gush of wetness and a scream of want, but Brian wouldn't stop even when I begged him. On and on he went, until I lost consciousness in an explosion of light.

Brian slapped me awake. He was sitting on me, naked now, his erection cradled between my sore breasts, its tip pressing against my lips. I never really considered myself to be especially big as a guy, though I knew from the locker room that I was bigger than most, but straight up against my face, it looked enormous. I tried to speak, but as soon as I opened my mouth he pressed his cock between my dry lips.

"Damn, but that's good, wet and warm! You know what to do, Val. Drink it all up."

I briefly considered biting it off, but with my being tied up securely, it seemed like a sure recipe for a lot more pain, and possibly worse. It proved to be not all that horrible, just unpleasant. It was the mental implication, my now being a cocksucker, that had me revolting. With all my choices spent, I languidly nursed my former cock as well as I could, which probably wasn't all that well, sucking and tonguing all around the throbbing hot sausage. The moist sounds my mouth made had me blushing with shame, but fortunately, his posture didn't allow him to shove it all down my throat.