I blacked out

I woke up slowly and peacefully, my consciousness gradually stirring. I felt so warm and satisfied, comfortable and happy. It was like that perfect state when you’ve just woken up and you can’t remember anything, and you aren’t trying to either. After the last couple of days that I’d had, it felt better than anything else I’d felt in months.

I guess last night had gone wonderfully. Maybe I’d thrown up, or acted like an idiot, but I’d truly forgotten all my troubles just getting caught up in the moment last night. I wasn’t even feeling hungover! Maybe I was still drunk. I felt myself smile at the idea, it was so funny. But no, I didn’t really feel like I’d been overly drunk last night at all. Hmmm… that… that was actually strange. I’d drank more than I had since moving here and completely blacked out, with no memories beyond Alicia carrying me out to throw up, I guessed. Now it was the next day and I felt better than I had in months.

It was around this time I woke up fully, leaving the pleasant half dreaming state I’d just been lounging in. The first thing I noticed properly was an arm wrapped around me, warm and comfortable. My heart started racing a little at this; Had I gone home with someone? It felt large, and kinda strong? Maybe I’d gone home with a bigger girl?

I opened my eyes for the first time and saw I was in an unfamiliar room. There the walls were filled with pictures and polaroids with friends, smiling happy faces, camping trips, watching fireworks, a roadtrip to some mountains. There was too much sleep in my eyes to make out who was in the pictures though.

I glanced down at my body, trying to see whose arm was around me, and what I saw immediately kicked my adrenaline into overdrive. The arm wrapped around me was hairy; not overly so as to be strange, but hairy enough to undeniably belong to a man. My body was utterly different. A natural tan adorned me with clear lines around my small breasts, where a bikini top had been. Lining the sides of my vision was honey blonde hair, and I could see it moving down my shoulders, ending on my upper chest. Looking further down, my penis was completely gone, replaced with a well shaven slit, which seemed to be leaking… was that cum??

My new vagina clenched slightly at the thought and some more white liquid dripped out onto my leg. A wave of emotions crashed over me, surprise, followed by fear, followed by erotic excitement. Against my more moral side, and fueled by both this insane scenario and my fetish, I started getting a little wet. This HAD to be have been Alicia’s body. When she’d taken me to throw up my instincts must have taken over, and I had to have skinned her and replaced her at the party.

Before, I’d been so concerned and scared about my new condition I hadn’t really thought about the possibilities, but now that my drunken self had crossed this first bridge for me, I found I was subtly taking pleasure from this whole situation. After all, it couldn’t be helped, right? There was no sense in getting worried about what I’d done, all I could do was move forward. I wondered if the memories from last night would filter back to me throughout the day.

Memories of me putting her on, my erection rubbing all over her insides as I felt her constrict onto me. Memories of me experimentally running my fingertips over her slit, a gentle electric feeling moving through me as I beamed her bright smile. Memories of me dressing up in her still warm clothes, having fun with her friends while I wore her like a suit, kissing her man as he thrusted into me, screaming in her voice as he filled me with his seed, feeling it’s warmth drip out of me as we cuddled, every bit a couple in love, just with someone else holding the reins of his girlfriend's body, stealing every inch of the pleasure she deserved and taking it for myself.

I could feel my pussy get wet at the thought.

“Mmmm, babe, last night you were incredible.”

Frank sighed, stirring from his sleep and squeezing me tight as he started kissing my neck. I could feel the desire build in me. A part of me started worrying if this was gay, before it was quashed utterly. I felt so good right now, I couldn’t deny how good this body felt, and how much I wanted to take every shred of the female experience for my own.

“You were pretty special yourself, darling.”

I smiled, replying in a sultry voice I’d never heard from Alicia, but one that fit her way too well. I began grinding against him, feeling his dick rise to attention as I pushed my ass upward, arching my back so he could enter me easily. He didn’t need to be given another sign.

Without warning, he thrust up in me, my breath catching in my throat with the surprise and the immediate burst of pleasure. I was so hot and slick inside already we didn’t even need the foreplay. I started panting as he drew back, the pleasure almost stinging within me, and that was only from the first moment of this!

“What do you want?”

He squeezed me tight.

“You...”

I replied breathlessly. I needed to feel that more. How could he only give me one stroke?

“Beg me, Alicia. Beg me for what you deserve.”

“Oh, please Frank. Please, give it to me. I want you, I want you so bad.”

I was pleading in a soft and a little **** voice now, begging like the small woman I was.

“Please, I love you so much!”

Alicia’s feelings were bleeding through in my mind, huge rushes of love seeming to fill my heart, overwhelming desire making my pussy twitch desperately, as I longed to be filled.

“Then I’ll give you what you deserve.”

He flipped me over so I was on my front on my hands and knees and entered me again and again, tempo building. I could feel him digging around my walls, my moans getting higher and higher, turning into screams and prayers. His rough hands squeezed my breasts, fingers gently teasing my nipples in the moment, and a crescendo bigger than any before started to come, the waves of pleasure getting ready to break in a tsunami.

“Let’s… let’s come together.”

I moaned, unable to even think straight.

“I’m nearly ready”

He grunted, lost in the ecstasy of the moment just as much as I was. He grabbed my hips and started ramming me down faster and faster, each time I let out a grunt of my own, my face scrunched up because I could barely take the pleasure, almost whimpering. The crescendo was nearly there! We were moving faster and faster and then all at once it was like a dam broke, both of us letting out a scream as we came together, a huge liquid burst filling me up with hot sticky seed, my womb feeling so full, as it was like a lightning current burst out through me, my toes curling up as I screamed and whimpered, both of us collapsing in a pile on the bed, sweaty and worn and so satisfied.

For a while we just lay there, sweating, limbs entangled, before Frank got up and went to the ensuite bathroom, cleaning himself up a little.

“Blueberry pancakes sound alright to you?”

His eyes seemed to sparkle as his voice, filled with quiet confidence, rang out.

“It sounds perfect”

I replied, still a little breathless.

“I’ll get them started.”

I heard the door open and close after he threw on some shorts and a muscle top and headed off. I just lay there, and put my hands on my head, taking in the huge rushes of dopamine moving about my body, feeling the gentle heave of my perky breasts on my chest, and the warmth spreading out from my pussy, my own juices mixed in with my lover’s seed.

That had been the best sex of my life. I’d never had a love anywhere close to what these two had, and it was so clear to me now how much sex with someone you loved enhanced the experience tenfold. On top of that, how incredible sex as a woman was! I stood, still a little unsteady, barely able to walk properly, and reached down and scooped out some cum from my slit. Raising a dollop to my lips, I tasted it experimentally, even that salty taste making me wet below.

Now that I’d felt that, I wasn’t sure if I could go back. I glanced in the mirror, seeing Alicia’s gorgeous face, looking so sexy with her hair tousled like that, as I ran my hands up her body enjoying the subtle sensitivity of her skin, her smaller fingers leaving a satisfying trace. I’d only worn this skin for less than twelve hours, but I think I was already addicted to being Alicia. I smiled a little evilly, and thought I might have to make this a regular thing, or even… just not leave her body.