Upping the Voltage

When I eventually came to my senses one thing was immediately clear. Well, two things.

*Oh. They’re new…*

“Miss…can you stand?”

I took my gaze from the two brown mounds poking from the top of the scratchy suit shirt to the older, gruff looking Mexican man offering me his hand.

“Oh, yeah thanks sir” I said, extending my hand out to grab his, missing with the first attempt due to the shorter than expected length of my new bodies’ arms.

I quickly brought the arm back around though and clasped my soft brown hand into his. My dainty fingers sinking into his rough hands as he yanked me from the cold floor.

“Much appreciated.. sir” I nodded with a polite smile, straightening myself and turning to speed walk to the nearest bathroom...

“Argh!”

Forward I fell, gravity pulling me back toward the earth below, having not adjusted to the new weight distribution of my body and the heels on my shoes.

Luckily, two hands grabbed my shoulders and kept me from crashing to the floor.

“Phew, some catch there señor!” I patted his face, straightened myself up and began my wonky walk towards the private escape of a bathroom.

I took a look over my shoulder to the janitor, watching me walk away with a furrowed brow and perplexed expression.

*What the fuck is happening to me..am I some kind of ghost? And where did that other bastard go who I was in before?* The thoughts were clattering around in my head as I stumbled clumsily on the black heeled shoes down the corridor.

“Ah fuck these” I cursed, resting on a wall and yanking both shoes from my feet and launching them into a nearby trash can.

“So much easier, why do these sluts choose to be so uncomfortable” I muttered to myself, feeling the cold floor stinging the bottoms of my feet underneath me.

*Right, bathroom. Need a bathroom…*

*Aha!*

As I rounded a slight bend in the corridor a sign for the men’s bathroom caught my vision. I hurried my steps and leant into the door to open it.

*Wait.*

I caught myself on the door and took a long step backwards. I peered to my left and spotted the women’s bathroom sign.

I raised my eyebrows and allowed a wicked grin across my face. A look that would’ve been pervy enough on my old face, on Trisha’s pretty face it was absolutely ludicrous.

I pushed through the door into the women's bathroom with my bare feet slapping against the tiles, heart hammering, that stupid, wicked grin still plastered across Trisha's face.

Empty.

*Thank fuck.*

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, the frequency resonating throughout my body - a low hum present in my teeth. The back wall of the bathroom was lined with a row of gleaming mirrors, hung over spotless sinks. I stood in front of the biggest mirror, planted my feet, and just... stared.

*Holy shit.*

My knees almost buckled just at the site of myself.

The woman looking back at me was a goddamn goddess. Caramel skin, smooth and flawless. Huge brown eyes, thick black lashes, a softness to her cheeks and chin. And the body under all that professional grey was a tight and toned one, her D cup breasts the only area of her body with a decent amount of fat present.

I reached up and touched my face. My reflection did the same, her fingers tracing down her cheek, over her jaw, brushing across those plump red lips.

"That's me...," I whispered, and my voice came out soft and feminine. Entirely unfamiliar. "That's actually me."

I ran my hands down my neck, over the collar of the shirt, and when I reached the buttons I paused only briefly to smile at myself in the reflection. I popped them one by one, handling them clumsily with my dainty fingers, and once I reached the final one I ripped the shirt open.

The bra underneath was black lace. Expensive-looking.

*Probably more money in this thing than any of my old clothes* I thought, eliciting a feminine chuckle.

And it was doing one hell of a job holding up two of the most perfect tits I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing in person.

I unhooked the clasp without really thinking about it. They spilled out, heavy and warm, and I cupped them hungrily. As I squeezed gently I could feel the supple flesh moulding around my manicured fingers.

"Oh," I breathed.

"Oh, fuck."

I threw my head back and closed my eyes. The weight of them in my palms was unreal. Soft. So goddamn soft and pliant. My thumbs brushed across the nipple of the right breast by accident and a jolt shot through me like I'd grabbed that wire again. My knees buckled and I grabbed the edge of the sink, gasping.

"Fuck! That's... okay." I panted, my head drooping down over the sink as I caught my breath, the strands of hair whipping into my face.

"That's sensitive."

I straightened my back and watched my reflection in the mirror, my cheeks already flush, my lips parted, my tits hanging freely out of this poor woman's dress shirt. And once again, I grinned.

*Wonder if the other one's the same.*

I pinched the left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. The sensation was incredible.

I'd experienced a fair share of pleasure in my old, male body but the pleasure flowing through the woman I now inhabited was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

"Christ" I muttered. "Dale, Dale, Dale...you beautiful bastard. You've died and went to heaven!"

I couldn't get the rest of my clothes off fast enough.

The skirt unclasped, dropped and pooled at my feet. Tights went next, a fumbling struggle that had me hopping on one leg and nearly cracking my head on the sink a couple of times. And then the last piece - black lace panties, matching set, because of course she was that kind of woman - slid down my thighs and my hand slid down below with them.

I didn't know what I was doing. I'd watched more than my fair share of porn and been with a few women in my youth, but porn and reckless youth doesn't teach you the geography of your very own cunt. I fumbled around down there, my fingers slipping through slick, wet heat and then my middle finger brushed against that little nub and my whole body seized.

"Mmhhn - Gah!"

I slapped my free hand over my mouth, but it barely muffled the noise. That spot was a button wired straight to the bitch's main circuit. Every faint brush sent a bolt through my entire body and I found myself turned around, leaning back against the sink, spreading my new legs wider, circling that little nub with shaking fingers.

"That's it... oh god, that's it..."

*Fuck me.. I'm the luckiest bastard alive!* I cried out in my mind.

The pleasure built fast. Much faster than I expected, and stronger. It wasn't the slow climb I was used to, that familiar build up to release. This was a surge. My hips were rocking against my own hand, chasing it around, and I didn't care that the sounds I was making echoed off the tiles. I could hear myself moaning like one of those sluts I'd watched in my favourite porno - a high, desperate, breathy sound that was Trisha's voice and definitely not quiet.

"Ohhh... ohhh fuck... fuck, yes...more...YES!"

My thighs were shaking. My nipples were so hard they ached. The pleasure was everywhere, radiating out from between my legs and flooding my whole body, and I was so close.

*So, so close.*

I could feel something building rapidly at the very edge of my awareness.

Here came that familiar, crackling warmth deep in my core.

The same warmth I'd felt when I hopped into Trisha from Brian. The same warmth that had initially surged through me when I was working on that Substation.

*Oh no. No, no, no, not now -*

But I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. And then the wave broke, crashing through me, and I felt the lights above me flicker as I came - hard - a long, throaty moan tearing out of me that I had absolutely no control over.

"MMMMMH! FUCK - YESSS!"

The orgasm rolled through me in pulses. It wasn't the quick, sharp release I knew from my old body. This was something else entirely. It washed over me, wave after wave, pulling every muscle in my body taut before releasing again, and for a few seconds I couldn't see straight, couldn't think. I was just pure, white-hot sensation - my toes curling, my back arching, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

My legs gave out completely. I slid down the front of the sink and landed in a heap on the cold tiled floor, gasping for breath, my chest heaving, my tits still out, my clothes scattered around me and my body slick with sweat. The aftershocks kept rippling through me in little waves, making me twitch with tiny shocks.

"Holy...shit."

I lay there on the floor, grinning and panting like an idiot, when I heard them. Footsteps. Sharp, quick and heading towards the bathroom door.

*Oh Fuck.*

I scrambled to pull my shirt closed, but I only got three buttons done up before the door swung open with a loud thud and a woman in a black security vest and combat boots stood in the doorway, staring down at me with wide, horrified eyes.

"Miss...?" Her voice came out as a squeak.

"I was passing by and I heard... I heard you screaming. Are you okay? Are you - "

She took in the scene. My half buttoned shirt. My bare legs, sprawled on the tiles. The skirt and tights and panties in a heap beside me. The way I was breathing like I'd just run a marathon.

I stared up at her from the floor, allowing that now familiar feeling of warmth to return to my core and began to stabilise myself on my hands.

"Never better" I croaked, my voice wrecked. "Never. Fucking. Better."