Bad news from Mike

I spent most of my next day at work checking out Meg and trying to spot any hint of her cock and balls. There was nothing. She hid it very well. Nothing about her, not even her voice, gave away the fact that she had been born a he. She was just a beautiful full figured woman, as far as anyone could see.

The day was uneventful, and tomorrow was Saturday, so by quiting time, I had my mind turned to a weekend of kinky body switching sex with my wife. While I was really loving what she was doing with Mike's big cock, there were plenty of other bodies out there that we had yet to try. If we kept changing bodies, we could theoretically have sex all weekend long without stopping. It could be one long never ending orgasm.

I made it as far as my car in the parking lot when suddenly the door opened and Mike climbed in the other side. It wasn't the same man who had been embarassed to show me pictures of his big beautiful meat stick, he was different. He sat there quietly for a minute, staring out the windshield.

"She dumped me," he said at last. "I have never felt that way about anyone before...and she dumped me."

I put a hand on his shoulder and almost at once he began to tear up. That was another side of my best friend I had never seen. I had never once seen him cry.

"Its alright man, you'll be fine," I told him.

An assortment of ideas flashed through my head, from me holding him while he cried, to taking him out to drink her off his mind to me taking him back to our place for dinner. I even thought about dropping by his house later in Meg's body for some goodbye sex.