She Borrowed My Body

Waking up with the morning's chill wafting over your body was never a good start to the day. It’s especially worse if you’ve been drinking the night before and your head is pounding.

Wanting to desperately go back to sleep, I search for the covers, but they elude me. Frustrated, I open my eyes and the bright morning light startles me.

“Urgh!” I groan with what must be the worst hangover voice I’ve ever had.

Laying flat on my back, I give a small cough to clear my throat. My voice must be so sore after last night's countless drinks. I don’t know if I spent the night screaming, I couldn’t remember, but it really sounded very feminine.

As I lay still, staring at the ceiling, fragments of last night filter through. I remember the first drink, but after that, it’s pretty hazy. I seem to remember wanting to kiss one of the bar staff here at the Inn.

Taking a second to stretch out my aching body, I quickly notice that things just aren’t right. I couldn’t help but feel like I have extra padding around my hips and a strange unexpected weight around my chest. In fact, my body didn’t feel right at all!

As I slowly sit up, I get the sight of two large flesh mounds hanging from my chest. This was one hundred percent not what a man should have attached to his chest.

“What the!” I scream out in the highest-pitched voice I’ve ever heard escaping my mouth.

With a mighty swing of my legs, I jump from the bed and stand naked in the room. Long strands of blue hair mask my vision as I look around the empty room.

As my mind tries to fill in the gaps, I try to understand what's on my head that's covering my eyes. I come to the conclusion that I’ve got a wig on, so I attempt to tug it off my head.

“Ouch!” I groan as the har remains very much attached to my head.

Confused, I brush the strands from my vision. Noticing a full-length mirror, just a step away from me, I quickly investigate what's going on.

Looking into the reflection, my frazzled mind plays tricks on me. What I see staring back at me is a petite young attractive woman, with long blue hair and a curvaceous physique.

I look deep into the reflection, still very confused at what my eyes are showing me. The bewildered look on the woman's face in the reflection, perfectly represented how I felt.

That’s when I look down at my body and see the supple curves of a woman. I’d never seen so many lumps and bumps all over my body and I honestly couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Having a pair of large bouncy breasts and seeing them from this point of view had my stomach turning.

“What the!?! I scream out with my feminine voice. “Why am I a fucking woman!”

As my situation slowly dawns on me, I start to panic. I’m a man, not a woman!. When I entered this room, I had a cock and balls hanging between my legs. Now I just have a flat and very sensitive vagina!

Looking at the girl's face, that’s staring back at me through the reflection, I wonder who she is. Touching and prodding at her lushes lips and cheeks, I look deep into the blue eyes of the body that I find myself in.

“Who are you….?” I ask the reflection as I brush more hair from my eyes. “How did I end up like this!?”

As my scrambled brain tries its best to remember the night before, I see a handwritten note on the side table next to the mirror. The handwriting is neat and feminine-looking.

“Dear Harry,” I say aloud as I pick up the note and begin to read it. “I guess when you read this you will have lots of questions.”

“I Sure have!” I sarcastically comment, as I look back into the mirror and give my new feminine reflection a stupid grin.

“I want you to know that last night was fun for us both. You got me to stay and drink with you after my shift has finished and as you can imagine, we ended up in your room.” I say continuing to read allowed. “I know it’s a surprise to wake up in a different body and a completely different gender, but please understand, you willingly agreed to the trade.”

“No shit!” I moan as I look down at my feminine curves. “I agreed to this!?”

I take a second to brush the hair from my face before continuing to read the note.

“You’ve allowed me to borrow your body for the next two days and I thank you for that,” I say with worry as I finish reading the note. “Don’t worry, I will be back soon. Please enjoy my body! I’ve left stuff around your room for your to experiment with and enjoy. Also, don’t forget that you’ve agreed to take my place at work. Signed, Shyla. PS, I’ve left my uniform hanging on the back of the door.”

My attention darts over to the door and I see the very feminine garments hanging from it.

“Oh my god!” I whine as I awkwardly move my curvey body to the door. “I’ve gotta wear this stuff? I’m not even sure how this stuff goes on!”

Running my slender fingers across the soft dark material, my mind begins to wonder about the possibilities that lay before me. As bizarre as my current situation was, I soon realise that I’m a man who’s going to see what it’s like being the other half. I can learn what men have always wanted to know. what it’s like being a woman!

With that thought, I feel the wetness of excitement emanating from between my legs. With a searching finger, I gently run a single digit across my new vagina lips. The extreme sensations of pleasure make me bite my lip and let out a very feminine moan.

As my fingers work deeper into the moist depths of my flower, a new powerful urge hits me like a freight train. All I want is to be filled and filled deep.

My vision darts around the room and with every head turn, more hair falls in front of my face. Brushing it aside, I spot the item my new body was screaming out for. Her dildo, sitting on top of the bedside table, is in full view.

I cautiously take my fingers out from my vagina and walk over to the bedside table. Picking up the fair-sized rubber cock, I sit down on the bed to investigate.

Using my small slender fingers, I take in the size and feel of the dildo. My still very male brain was screaming to me about how wrong this was, but my feminine body was desperate for it to fill the void.

Across from me, as I sit on the side of the bed, was the full-length mirror. Opening my legs, I get a perfect view of Shyla’s tight little pussy. I could also see the smile on my face, as I contemplated masturbating as a woman for the very first time.

“Shyla…..,” I mummer as I hold the dildo between my legs. “I hope you don’t mind me taking this for a spin!”

Sliding my curvey body on the bed, I lay with my legs spread apart. As I hold the dildo between my legs, with the business end pointed towards my pussy, I could feel the excitement building in my entire body.

This wasn’t like anything I’d experienced as a man. The powerful urges and the spark of intense arousal were flowing over my entire body. With my free hand, I gave my hard and sensitive nipples a squeeze. It was almost like my nipples were my erection in the absence of my cock that Shyla was now in possession of.

As I gently pressed the head of the dildo against my hungry vagina, I ran my free hand down my soft hairless body. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do!

 As my free hand reaches down between my legs, I run my fingers between my wet pussy opening and the head of the dildo. Slowly guiding it in, I feel the girth split me apart.

“Oh My God!” I cry out as I continue to slide the dildo deeper. “Feels so fucking good!”

Without thinking, my hand starts thrusting the dildo in and out of my wet pussy. With every stroke of the dildo, I could feel my body shivering and lusting for more. It felt incredible and so intense.

“Shyla!” a woman's voice calls through the door.“Are you in there?”

Shocked, I forced the dildo from my body, almost throwing it across the room. The empty feeling it leaves me with makes me desperate for more.

“Shyla!” the woman calls again and knocks on the door.

Blushing like crazy, having been caught masturbating, I close my legs and try to cover my body.

“Y-yes……?” I answer meekly.

I could hear the door handle moving, so I wrapped myself up within the covers of the bed. As the door swings open, another young blonde woman stands in the doorway with a face like thunder.

“You're late for work!” she growls. “Get dressed and get down to the reception straight away!”

I look at the girl's outfit and she has the same type of uniform as Shyla has left me. I quickly come to the conclusion that she’s one of Shyla’s workmates and she is just trying to look out for me.

“Oh….ok,” I timidly answer and blush.

Giving me a smile, she looks around at the empty room.

“So you did hook up with him last night!” she smiles and winks. “You dirty little minx! Was he good?”

I feel the blood rush to my face. I wasn’t sure how to answer.

“I…….”

“Look,” She interrupts before I can say anything. “Just get dressed and get down here. You can tell me about it later!”

Slamming the door, she leaves as quickly as she entered. Still shocked, I could feel my heart almost trying to beat its way from my chest.

“Holy shit!” I huff. “I best get dressed before someone starts asking questions!”

Shuffling around desperately, I jump out of the bed naked and try to unhook the uniform from the hanger. The door swings open once more, causing me to jump in terror.

The biggest widest grin on her face, the lady just now pokes her head back into the room!

“Sorry!” she laughs, not holding back. “Shyla told me she was going to borrow your body! She wanted me to look after you, but I wanted to pretend I didn’t know you’d swapped.”

Feeling the blood rush to my face, I just stare back at her and try my best to cover my breasts and moist vagina.

“Don’t look so worried,” She giggles, closing the door behind her. “Shyla's shift doesn’t start for another hour. I just couldn’t resist trying to wind you up.”

Awkwardly standing in front of her naked, I don’t know what to say to her.

Giving me a wink, the woman sits on the bed and looks around the room.

“So…,” she says, picking up a pair of lacey red panties that have been left on the floor next to the bed. “Do you remember much about last night…?”

“N-no….,” I squeak, looking nervously over at the dildo I secretly threw earlier, now resting on the floor, hoping she won't see it.

“No….?” She replies, noticing my nervous glance.

Leaning over towards me, her face lights up as she sees the dildo lying on the floor. Dropping the panties, she lets out an excited scream.

“No way!” she squeals, rushing over and picking it up off the floor.

As she holds it up and flaps it around near my face, I blush and feel like I could die with embarrassment.

“Did you use this…!?” She questions with genuine excitement.

Timidly shaking my head, she could tell I had. She was giving me a look like I’m a naughty child.

“This is brilliant!” she continues, holding the dildo out to me. “Seems Shyla owes me some money.”

Snatching the dildo from her hands, I instantly put it down on a nearby side table. I’m almost repulsed by the fact I’d used it on this body I find myself in.

“Why does she owe you….?” I ask, feeling a shiver run up my spine at the thought of her knowing I’d used it.

“We made a bet on you last night.” She tells me, giving me a wide grin. “I bet that you’d be the sort of man big enough to fuck yourself with a dildo when you wake up as a woman the next morning.”

“You did what..!?” I ask, looking at her in disbelief.

“Don’t be so mad!” she laughs, gently smiling. “You should be proud that you were willing to experience what your new body has to offer.”

Giving her a dirty look, I huff.

“So you knew..?” I questions, pointing at her with my long feminine fingers. “You knew she was going to steal my body!?”

Giving me a confused look back, the woman then gives me a smirk.

“You….don’t remember…?” she says, trying to hold back a smile.

“Remember what?” I ask, getting a little annoyed.

Walking past me, the woman picks up the red panties and holds them up to me.

“You should really start getting dressed now,” she tells me. “I’m guessing you don’t remember my name…right?”

Taking the lacey underwear from her hands, I hold them out in front of me like they are diseased.

“No….I don’t,” I respond, not being polite.

Tilting her head to one side, she smiles. “It’s Kira.”

Giving her a look of acknowledgment, I sit on the side of the bed and hold the red panties out in front of me. My new feminine body was strewn out in front of me like a trophy of my mistakes last night.

Bringing one of my smooth long legs up to thread into the panties, I hear Kira chuckle.

“So, you really don’t remember?” she asks.

As I slide one foot into the soft satin underwear, I look over at her and shake my head.

“No….., I don’t remember,” I reply, threading my other leg into the panties and pulling them up tight against my still moist vagina.

Kira giggles and moves around the bed to pick up Shyla’s matching red bra. She jumps onto the bed behind me and grabs my arms and lifts them into the air.

“Let me help you put this on Hunny,” she giggles.

Helping me to put each arm through the straps of the bra, Kira pulls the cups against my bouncing perky breasts. Before I even get the chance to put my new breasts into the cups, Kira has reached around and done it for me.

“She’s got a lovely pair,” Kira comments, fastening the clasp behind my back.

I look down at my breasts now supported and pushed up. Wasn’t a sight I’d ever expect to see in my life, but kudos to Shyla, she does have an excellent pair!

“Oh yeah,” I agree, bouncing them on my chest, feeling the weight of them hanging from my chest.

Reaching around my neck, Kira grabs my long hair and pulls it all back behind me. Seconds later, after so tugging on my head, she has it all tied into a ponytail.

Felt a little weird having all that weight on my head. If I’m going to stay in this body, I think I may have to get my hair trimmed!

“Would you be shocked if I told you that you’d agreed to this body swap?” Kira says, tightening my ponytail.

“I did…?” I question, turning to look at her in surprise.

“So, that is a shock….huh!?” Kira giggles, giving me a playful look.

“Yeah of course I’m shocked!” I answer, shaking my head, causing my ponytail to tickle my bareback. “Why on earth would I give up my life to swap bodies with a maid!”

“Hey now!” Kira instantly answers, giving me a sharp look. “Nothing wrong with being a maid!”

Looking away, I sigh.

“Well either way,” Kira continues, giving me a tongue lashing. “Like it or not, you agreed to it. Now you have to hold up your side of the bargain and live Shyla’s life. Even if that means being a maid!”

Shaking my head once more, this time more frantic, I give Kira a worried look

“No way!” I complain, opening my body to show her. “I’m not a woman or a maid! How the hell am I supposed to live her life!”

Getting up off the bed, Kira moves over to the black maids uniform hanging up. She gently runs her finger down the uniform and flicks out the puffy shirt skirt.

“Well, if you want your life again…..,” she says, prolonging her words. “You’ll get ready and get to work.”

Turning away, I fold my arms underneath my breasts.

“Don’t pout,” Kira laughs, grabbing Shyla’s screwed-up pantyhose from the floor. “It won’t be that bad. So you have to look and feel feminine for a while. Is it really that different?”

Turning back to look at her, I give her a dumb look.

“Errr…yes!” I sarcastically reply. “I’ve got an ax wound where I should have a cock and I’ve got huge balloons bouncing on my chest! Now you’re wanting me to go and interact with people wearing that sexy little number!”

Pulling the pantyhose out, Kira nods her head and smiles.

“Yeah,” she quickly answers, positioning herself in front of my legs and kneeling. “That’s exactly what's going to happen. Don’t worry, I will teach you the ropes.”

Not giving me a second to reply, Kira takes hold of my dainty feet and starts running the pantyhose up my legs. One by one, she encases my legs in the tight, soft material, all the way up to the top of my thighs.

I couldn’t believe how it felt. How the soft material felt on my bare skin. I really liked it!

As I hold one leg up to my hands, I feel the soft material and smile.

“Need to put on your suspender around your hips,” Kira comments, holding her hand out to help me stand. “Otherwise you’ve got nothing to clip your pantyhose to and they will keep falling down as you walk.”

Getting to my feet, my entire body bounces as I stand. I can feel the extra fat around my backside! Feels so weird to feel it jiggle.

Kira clips a very lacey thin piece of material around my wide hips then clips my pantyhose up to ensure they don’t fall.

“So this is really happening?” I ask as Kira finishes suspending my pantyhose.

Taking a step back from me, Kira looks at me and gives me a cute smile.

“Yeah….,” she answers, reaching for the black maid's uniform.

Looking down again at my newly female curves, I gently pick at my pantyhose in worry.

“I’m not sure I’m going to be much help,” I admit. “What will I have to do?”

Stripping the white apron from the black maid dress, Kira looks at me and shrugs her shoulders

“Well….,” she mummers, concentrating on preparing my dress. “We….serve. This morning might be a bit of cleaning, serving some customers, and just general work around the place.”

Raising a single eyebrow, I wonder just what that entails.

I watch her unbutton the back of the dress in front of me. I can see how short the skirt is and how wide open the neck is.

It really isn't going to leave much to the imagination. Maybe that’s why I was attracted to this girl in the first place. Ironic that I’m now going to be the one wearing said uniform from now on.

Kira stands in front of me, holding the dress. She then throws it over my head and pulls it down over my body. My breasts and long hair cause resistance, but eventually she has me wearing the black mini dress.

Kira takes a second to adjust the fit around my hips and breasts. I look down as she fiddles and I’m shocked at just how much of my new feminine chest is on show

“I may as well just have these out!” I groan, touching the top of my boobs. “Is this really what I’ve got to wear?”

“Trust me….,” Kira giggles, flapping down my skirt, making it straight. “You will get more tips showing off your new curves. Don’t be afraid of showing a little leg or a little boob. Your body is stunning, use it!”

“R-right…….,” I reply, letting myself feel the shortness of the skirt, how tight it all is around my stomach, and how emasculated it really makes me feel.

“Arms up sweetie,” Kira continues, now holding the white apron up against my body. “Once we’ve got this around you, it's just your heels and make-up left.

As I lift my arms up, I feel the dress ride up my body. I feel the chill of the air-kissing my barely covered backside. The lacey panties I have on do next to nothing to make me feel covered.

As I hold my arms up in the air, Kira gets close and wraps the thin white apron around my narrow waist. Asking me to hold it, she moves behind me and ties the large white bow up.

I feel her pulling it tight, compressing my stomach, and sinching to my body showing my curves.

“There you go, Shyla,” Kira giggles, moving back around in front of me.

“Shyla..?” I reply, checking out my body in this ridiculous skimpy feminine outfit that hanging from my body, exposing my chest and legs.

“Yeah…?” Kira smiles, helping me to pull my long ponytail out from under my dress when we put it on me. “That’s your name. Get used to it and quick Shyla, ok!”

Gently flicking my hair after she pulls it from my dress, I give her a dirty look.

“Okay……,” I say, giving a wry smile. “You just make sure you look after me today.”

“No problem!” Kira exclaims, turning her back on me to pick something up off the floor. “I do need to at least teach you one thing before we go downstairs,” she continues to say, hiding the thing she picked up under her uniform skirt

Going a little red, Kira stands in front of me with her hands under her skirt giving me a sultry look

“What thing do you need to teach me….?” I ask, concerned at her expression

“Shyla,” Kira demands, giving me a gruff deeper, but playful voice. “Get on your knees and earn your tip.”

Being a little innocent, I didn’t catch on to what was happening straight away. I give her a smile and slowly lower my body to its knees

My skirt puffs up around my legs and I feel Kira gently touch my head with her hands.

“Shyla is very good at pleasing our male guests,” Kira tells me, gently touching my lush lips with her long dainty fingers. “I guess you found that out last night,” She continues, looking down at me with a wide smile.

That’s when I see her flop the dildo I used earlier out from under her skirt!

She holds it and dangles it in front of my mouth, just as if it was really hers.

I look up at her in distress!

Was she expecting me to suck it for her!?

“Shyla….?” Kira giggles, touching the tip of the still moist dildo against my closed lips. “Please, don’t be shy. Me teaching you the basics will help you adjust! Now open wide.”

Slowly and reluctantly, I reach up and grab the plastic cock at the base. Kira continues to hold it tight to her crotch.

“Good girl,” Kira says, opening her mouth wide to show me. “Use your lips to cover your teeth and just take it back as far as you can. Use your tounge to massage the shaft.”

Opening my mouth wide, my life as a man seemed so distant.

From the fake cock dangling in my face, to the skimpy maid's outfit wrapped around my body, I’d never felt so far from it.

Trying not to give it any further thought, I do as she instructs and cover my teeth with my lips.

With Kira’s blessing, I guide the dildo into my mouth deep.

Instantly gagging at the fake cock entering my mouth, I pull away and wipe the drool from my mouth.

“Don’t worry,” Kira giggles, holding my head and pushing it back towards the shaft. “It’s polite to gag on a man's cock at first. Makes him feel good.”

Then, just like that, I found myself being coached on my technique.

I think I was giving good head! I suppose I will find out later when it comes to the real thing!