You don't get the chance

It's a surreal experience, being your girlfriend. His girlfriend. The vials—whatever was in them—did a real number on your brain. You know you're not Alex, but you cannot see yourself as Logan, either. Your mind refuses to connect the body lying beside you to your identity, your sense of self. You can't be him, you can only be you. And you're a much smaller, definitely female person. You're Alex, the girlfriend. He is Logan, the man.

You remember being the man, but you also know you aren't. It's all very disorienting. Perhaps that's why you accidentally bump one of the vials from the bedside table to shatter against the floor.

Logan stirs at the sound and wakes with a soft groan. "The fuck..." he says in his extra deep morning voice. Your voice, once, but not now. He sits up, blinking at you, then grins and tosses aside the blanket to reveal the cock that used to belong to you, fully erect and practically throbbing. "Shit, it worked! And _holy god in heaven _is this how horny you always are in the morning?? Fuck this."

You laugh, but his hand suddenly cupping the back of your neck, tangling in your hair hints that he's not joking. "Not every morning... It might be the **** doing it, the vials list aphro—"

He presses a finger to your lips. "I know what's in them, Alex. Right now, instead of telling me what I already know, I believe you owe me a blowjob. You agreed, and hot damn, I cannot believe how fucking sexy your mouth looks right now. So shut up and suck my cock."

You meet his eyes, feeling a thrill. His tone is firm and full of need. You know the feeling all too well; and now you're in your girlfriend's position. You can do for him exactly what you've always craved from her. And you'd be lying if you weren't incredibly turned on from his assertiveness. The way his shoulder and arm muscles move as he pulls gently on you, urging you forward.

And so, without a word of complaint, you crawl forward to lower your mouth to his—your?—rock-hard cock and slip comfortably into the role of dutiful and loving girlfriend. Your man needs release, and you know exactly how to give it to him.

After some time running your tongue teasingly over his flesh to moisten things up, you wrap your soft lips around his thick shaft and start slurping and bobbing. Strangely, everything about the moment feels right; it feels good. The scent of him is is intoxicating, heady and masculine. You love it. You're feeling incredibly horny, yourself. A different sort of building need growing within you than the one you're used to as a man.

"Fuuuuck," he groans as you get into it, learning better and better how to move without **** yourself or gagging. It doesn't take him long to finish. He knows it's coming before you do, though, and grabs your head in both hands so you can't retreat, forcing you to swallow the entire salty load before he releases you with a sigh, falling limp on the bed.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, both breathing heavily, staring at one another with the same bewildered but excited expression.

"God damn." He says. "You really are a sexy little piece, aren't you. You tell me—when I'm the girl, I mean—all the time that I'm beautiful and I just shrug it off like you have to say that, but I see it now. The face, the body... mmm." He grins, eyes roaming your naked body. "When you looked up at me, still sucking my cock, I fucking lost it."

You smile, feeling a warmth in your cheeks at the attention. Logan has complimented her own body, but you feel flattered. This body swap thing is mildly disorienting. But one thing is absolutely sure: you need to get fucked, and soon.