Enemies to Body Swapping Lover

I hated Harlow. Hated, hated, hated him. Not just for his stupid name, but everything about him. I thought he was smug. I thought it was weird that he was as old as he and running around the underground. I watched him come home from work, take , sell , and so on. I even watched my at the time girlfriend go into a room with him for some reason.

So I detested him. But I hadn't really thought of him for year. I'd moved away, and I was pretty sure that his then girlfriend Brin had broken up with him.

And then, one day, after I had moved far away he came knocking on my door.

I barely recognized him.

"Harlow?" I asked.

"Good to see you," He said, smiling wide.

"Is it?" I asked. I peered out of my door behind him. Was I being pranked?

He handed me a bag.

"What's this?" I asked. He motioned for me to open it. Inside were panties, bras, dresses, and all sorts of sexy clothes. I blushed. I had some of these things myself, but I hadn't ever told anyone. Especially of my fantasies of being considered a woman but still being in charge.

"Put them on," he said.

"What? No," I said, and pushed him.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a kiss. I had never been kissed by another man before, and I admit it felt good to be kissed the long and deep. It felt like he controlled me a little. I blushed and felt my cock get a little hard.

"I know something about you," he said. He pulled up an iPad and showed me some captions and stories I'd written about transformation.

He held up another bag. He opened it up. I looked in an saw enough money that I could quit my jobs and do whatever I wanted for life.

I snatched the bag away and decided what I wanted to do.