Have some fun as Laura

The sensation of a finger caressing my stomach broke out my thoughts. "Hmm, what are you thinking about, Laura~?"

"I was just t-"

I started speaking but stopped when I noticed the name she used, this time. I pushed her hand away, blushing more. "D-don't call me that, please."

"But that's your name right now, isn't it?

"N-no. I'm Edward, not Laura. I'm gonna remove her…" I protested meekly, but she probably knew that I was conflicted about it.

"Already? You can keep her for a day or two if you'd like. But I want her back afterwards, she's still a good friend."

I resisted the urge to retort a snarky remark like "What a good friend you are for letting her get skinned and worn" and just shook my head. Doing so just made me all the more aware of my hair, the way it moved around my shoulders.

For a girl, Laura’s hair was short. But compared to my own, ordinary male haircut, it was still so noticeable. I could feel a tightness in my lip, somewhere between a pout and a frown, a manifestation of my uncertainty.

“W-well…”

I should take her off. That was the right thing to do. I’d looked in her memories, I knew she was a nice girl, not the kind of person who would ever deserve some guy running around in her skin.

But…

My hand came up, crossing over to rest on my other arm at the elbow. Even then I could feel it brush against the breasts on my chest, heat rising as my face was colored by a blush, that reminder of my very feminine body.

But it wasn’t that easy. What guy hasn’t been curious about a girl’s body, wondering what it might be like to be one for a day, or something like that? And now I have that chance…

I glanced up at Dahlia in the mirror, seeing a smug grin on her pretty features. Her eyes met mine, then flicked around my face, my body, eyes narrowing as her grin only intensified.

“Mhmm, oh Edward…”

Her body pressed into my back, bigger boobs compressing as wandering hands began to caress my stomach and under my breasts, taking pains to not quite touch them, only to tease.

“A-ahhh~”

Despite myself, a moan slipped from my lips, and the burning heat just spread on my face. To my shame and deep, forbidden curiosity, that wasn’t the only place my body was getting hot.

“Such a cute, girly moan… as much fun as it is just getting to be a girl for the first time, I know you must be curious…”

“C-curious…?”

I stammered it out, too distracted by everything that was going on, by that strange, alien sensation down below of starting to get wet. I rubbed my legs together, the friction from Laura’s jeans, that extra little tactile sensation just making me all the more conscious of the lack of my usual apparatus, and the addition of one I was finding much more fascinating right now.

I could feel her, the motion of her body, standing on her tip toes. Her voice right beside my ear, a low whisper, so teasing.

“Yeah… curious about how sex feels for women. You know they say a female orgasm is so much better than a male one. Don’t you want to know for sure?”

My heart was jack-hammering in my chest, mouth agape, dirty visions swimming to the surface of my brain as every nerve made me hyper aware of the skin I was in. Laura may be asexual, but I wasn’t, and being in this body was making me so unbelievably horny.

I shook my head, a **** last ditch attempt at shaking off the lewd haze that was descending on me, spinning so I faced Dahlia with my back to the wall.

“I- I don’t know, I mean, I-I’m a guy, so…”

“You know I’m really into girls a lot more than guys, right?”

“R-right, so you wouldn’t be into-”

Dahlia stepped forward, a hunger in her eyes. Looking over her face, so close, feeling the warm tickle of her breath, I couldn’t resist noticing just how beautiful she was. That auburn hair, wholesome and cute, and those freckles that made her seem like a perfect pretty Autumn girl. The juxtaposition between the innocent appearance and the lust in her eyes now was like poison to me, impossible to ignore.

“Why wouldn’t I be into a girl like you, Laura~”

She leaned in close, and my eyes went wide.

She… she wouldn’t. Would she? I- I really want her to. But like, she’s so pretty, and-

Dahlia’s lips met mine as she kissed me, her lipstick mixing with the light gloss Laura had been wearing. I fumbled backwards, eyes closing to feel every inch of her tongue as it came into my mouth, my senses being filled with her dizzyingly attractive natural scent and perfume.

I moaned a little, hearing it like a perfect chorus as Dahlia did too, the sound of two girls in gentle ecstasy getting me so wet. I could feel her hands, skillfully tracing the outline of my body as we made out, the sensation of being pressed up against the wall by a girl who was so much smaller than me being a little too amazing.

We broke from our kiss, a strand of saliva hanging between us, that Dahlia broke with a giggle.

“Hehehe, you look so star struck right now.”

“Y-yeah, I wasn’t really expecting-”

“But you liked it?”

“Yeah…”

I trailed off with a blush as my thoughts rapid fire pinged around in my head. Of course I’d dated girls a few times, fun relationships in high school and more serious ones once I’d moved out.

But this… being pushed against a wall, kissed by such a cute girl, as she took the lead… and being touched not as a guy, but as a girl, it just feels so different…

“It feels really different, you know…?”

“Oh, I know. Let me guide you Ed, we’ll go as fast or as slow as you want, okay? I meant it when I said this was a gift, and I want you to enjoy every second. Okay?”

I glanced up, seeing the pretty face of Dahlia gazing back at me with such affection, my heart feeling so peculiar, so overwhelmed by everything that had happened.