Yamada Jerks Off

I am Yamada, I'm a pervert..

It’s not the whole story, but it’s the only sentence that comes close to being real for me.

For three years, I’ve lived two lives: the one where I smile to my friends and family..

And there's the one where I stand in front of a mirror, staring at a pair of tits and pussy that I play by myself inside someone else’s body.

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I discovered it by accident. I was eighteen years old that time. I was at home for the summer. I was laying on the bed searching through browser window full of sexy naked girls arching their backs into soft sheets while moaning in the screen.

"Ah yes yes~"

My own hand working me over as I jerk off to the girl masturbating in th video, I imagine me being in that girl, touching that pussy with my bare hands and twist that nipples until it painfully please.

Until my stomach tightened and my hips lifted and I came into a wad of tissues. "Fuck." The feeling was so good,

Suddenly after that I feel a static hum, like when you touch a doorknob after rubbing your hands against a metal, that happens from my fingertips. I just shrugged thought it just nothing but just a tiny shocked.

After jerking I always went to shower of course to clean myself up. I just wanted a shower. So usually I sneak and dash to the bathroom when no one's there. Unlucky when I'm about to reach the door, my twin sister Emma was walking out of the bathroom in her towel get out. Her hair dripping, skin pink from steam, and I reached out to steady myself on the doorframe and my fingers brushed her bare shoulder.

That's when my vision go black. Then I woke up.

One second I thought I was looking at myself. I did. But it's not me. I feel sweaty and spent, and the next I was looking at my reflection on the floor. When I look at my hands and then to the mirror, that's when I saw.

I was her.

I could feel the cold tile under her bare feet, the weight of the towel wrapped around her chest, the sway of her hips as I staggered back a step. I looked down and saw her body. Her tits, full and soft and dotted with water, her nipples. My—her heart jackhammered against her ribs. I could feel everything, every nerve, every hair standing on end.

"The fuck what, I have tits?! Boobs?! Pussy?! This is not real, how do I get out?"

And then I thought, get out, and I slipped back into my own body. Emma blinked, shook her head, and said to me as she cover herself, “Stop looking at me, weirdo,” and walked away. She didn’t remember a thing.

That's how my curiosity started..