For now at least

“So, 48 hours, and all you have to do is not get pregnant?” Alex asked. “That should be easy. Girls aren’t really that interested in sex anyways. It takes months to seduce them enough to let you even touch ‘em.”

You’d filled Alex in on everything that had happened between when the phone call woke you up that morning and when he rang the bell, including showing him the texts you’d received after just thinking about how the body you were sporting looked just like Faith.

“But I’m not an ordinary girl,” you’d responded. “I’m Faith. Faith wants sex all the time. That’s how we made her.”

“But you’re not really Faith,” he said. “You’re just John in Faith’s body, right?”

You shook your head.

“I have John’s memories. I have Faith’s body, and Faith’s desires and passions.”

“So what are you saying, John … err … Faith … ummm, fuck. What the hell do I call you?”

“I think it’s best for the next 48 hours for you to get used to just calling me Faith. When the guys come over this evening, we can’t tell them this whole story. We’ll have to make up a cover story about why John is gone and Faith is staying here.”

Yeah, that was another kink in the plan for the weekend. Your parents agreed to let you have friends over that evening for a barbecue and swimming in the pool. You were sure they wouldn’t have had they known that Jackson’s cousin had hooked him up with a couple of cases of beer, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that you were going to have 6 other friends over at the house, drinking beer, and swimming in the pool while you were still trapped in Faith’s body.

“Okay then,” Alex replied. “So what are you saying Faith? You actually find yourself wanting to get fucked?”

No. That was not at all what you were saying, you thought in your head.

“Yesss,” you hissed quietly. “Really, really badly.”

“Jesus,” he said. “So … ummm … earlier, when I was … ummm … touching you. You wanted me to … uhhh …”

“To fuck me?” You asked.

He nodded, blushing.

Of course not - you desperately wanted to say.

“Yes … god yes,” were the words that came out of your mouth.

It was true. You had needed it so bad. His finger felt so damn good, but way too small to really scratch the itch that needed scratching. You needed his cock and you needed it badly.

He looked rather stunned.

“You didn’t care that I was your friend?”

“No,” you admitted.

There was a long pause.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” He asked.