Ok, just a quick summary for the speedy readers here. Over a year ago I was a guy, and now I'm a woman. And a mother at that. Add it to your library "Future read" while I explain what happened to the readers that want to know now.

So, if you're still here, maybe you were one to say "bull" between their teeth. Or maybe you pointed your finger to your forehead and called me a lunatic. Or maybe you're just thinking "stop the crap and bring it on!"

Proof? Pretty simple I think. As a guy I couldn't even put three sentences together. And you're already reading the third paragraph. Because, as a woman, I'm much smarter now.

Yes, I was a guy. And, I dare say now, I was obnoxious. A football jock, doing nothing in highschool, other than training. Getting a nice scholarship, all expenses paid, for a top ten college, just to play football. I had the looks and plenty of girls to keep me busy if I was not on the field.

But of course I screwed it up. Getting drunk after a game one night. Tripping over an imperfection in the sidewalk. Broke my arm in multiple spots. With complications. And my career was over.

It was called a non-football related injury and I was cut, ending my scholarship. Suddenly I had to pay for my food, wherever I went, and for my drinks at night. And I had to start paying rent, for my dorm room. But worst of all, I suddenly had to be present in my classes and participate in tests. And I screwed that up royally.

I managed for about two months. My arm was okay again, but I would never play football with it anymore. I was totally out of money, and I considered dropping out. Until I saw an ad to make some quick money. I qualified, based on my good looks.

It was a scientific experiment. Or was it medical? Who cares. The lady that explained things to me, was almost pretty. If she'd lose the glasses. And put something more interesting on to wear, that didn't look like drab. But she had the money, and I had to sit with some contraption on my head, with all kind of wires taped around.

I didn't see her again until she flipped a huge switch, while she had a similar wired hat on her own head. I remember a tornado like sound, that seemed to suck my brain out of my head. That's when I passed out.

When I gained my consciousness back, some guy helped me getting up, while undoing the wires from my head. It was really confusing, where had he come from? And why was I wearing glasses? And a skirt?

When I blinked a few times, I finally recognized the guy. It was me. And I seemed pretty happy, feeling myself all over, rubbing my crotch, and I could see a hard-on forming in my pants. But I wasn't in control of me.

When I lifted my arm I recognized the sleeve of the formless blouse that the woman had been wearing. How did I end up in her blouse, her skirt, her clothes? Until I saw my hand, which wasn't mine. It was much thinner with long fingers and black nail polish. It belonged to the woman who had done the experiment. And it finally clicked. I was in her body. And it must be her in my body.

I smiled. No, she smiled. I mean, he smiled. This was so confusing. But then he said, "you're probably a bit confused, from the pill I took earlier, while I was still me. But what's important, the machine worked! We've swapped bodies. Or minds really. But I really like this body, so thank you. I'll take good care of it until we swap back."

The last bit that he said gave a bit of relief. Soon we'll swap back, and I will be myself again. I relaxed a bit, until he dropped his pants. His hard dick was on full display, I knew it so well. But what was worse, I couldn't take my eyes off of it, and I felt some wetness between my legs.

He started talking again. "The other pill I took, while I was still you, is probably making you feel horny by now. It will make things easier for the both of us. Let me first get rid of those horrible clothes." And in two rips from his strong arms my blouse was torn from me, as was my skirt.

There was nothing drab about the lingerie I had on. Before, it didn't look like I had any breasts, now I had a fine round set cupped in gorgeous satin and lace. A matching garterbelt kept up some nude stockings, and a tiny triangle of material covered where my pussy had to be.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, and without letting go of me he pulled me into the direction of a mattress on the ground, that I hadn't seen before. He pulled my glasses off and threw them in a corner, and I didn't see any difference in my eyesight. Then he pushed me back on the mattress and when I saw how big his member was, I realized I was in for a ride. And I wanted it.

In one move my panties, or whatever you call that piece of fabric was gone, and I could smell my own dripping wetness. Knowing what was about to happen, my own desire spiked.

There was not much foreplay, he was in one swift move inside me. I had never been penetrated before, but this body had. Nature had seen to it that it was tight, my former dick stretching it all around, and each stretched spot sending a wave of pleasure to my brain. My female brain. Whatever happened in that part, it was impossible to ignore, and my still male mind in my female brain agreed together to push back.

So I pushed my hips up, into him, then pulling him even deeper into me. For a moment I think his male brain was also negotiating with its female mind, but the conclusion was the same, and our minds and bodies started working together.

He started pulling out and pushing back in, the movement of my pussy stretching in and out even better than being stretched continuously. As a man I had always enjoyed a woman using her muscles on me, now I found how wonderful it felt to control those muscles. I milked him, my arms around his hips, preventing him from pulling out of me.

All conscious thought was gone now. Our bodies fully engaged in the mating process. Eagerly waiting for the reward.

Mine came first. I didn't recognize it as an orgasm, as my whole body was on fire. Every nerve was on overload, tingling every inch of my skin. A moan escaped from my mouth, and my own sound aroused me even more.

It didn't take long before he came as well, his grunting sounds strangely arousing me too. When he sprayed my insides I came with him, even while my previous orgasm had not yet subsided. The new one didn't replace the old one, somehow it doubled what I had been feeling before. So I screamed.

My body was on overload. I could tell my eyeballs had rolled up, as I was temporary blinded. How could any woman stand this much stimulation? Such pleasure? But, riding the wave, I somehow managed. Embraced it. And finally disappointed as it slowly disappeared. Still not able to see I knew my face smiled. I could feel him shrink inside me, reducing the pressure, and slowly pulling out of me.

I felt goo dripping out of me, rolling by my ass, through my cheeks, toward the sheet I was laying on. It was a totally foreign feeling, yet it felt wonderful.

Someone else was feeling wonderful as well. "God," he said, "that felt good! Just like I thought it would. It's so much better for men. I'm really going to test this body out, maybe I'll keep it. I'm pretty sure that pill will knock you out. So enjoy my life. Don't mess with this machine, as we'll need it to switch back. If ever. So long baby!"

He was right about the knockout. I just couldn't fix my eyesight. And I felt suddenly so tired. But before my system went to sleep I had one more thought. He was not right. He was so wrong about it being better for men. Never did I feel so much pleasure, so much satisfaction, as I did just now, in this female body. I couldn't wait to do it again. And that's when my body gave in, and I fell asleep in a deep dreamless slump.

When I woke up it felt like a normal morning groggyness. With a bit of effort I managed to open my eyes, and I saw I was in my lab. I could feel some dried up crust between my legs, and I had suddenly only one thought. A bath. I got up, went upstairs to the ground floor, another set of stairs to my bedroom, and started running my bath. Essentially my body was on cruise control.

Not until I was soaking in the hot bath with delicious bubbles, did my brain catch up. Yesterday's events slowly came back. I had started out as a guy, did a mind switch with a beautiful scientist, had mind blowing sex with myself and fell asleep.

What had happened to my old body though? I turned toward a tablet hanging next to the tub, and in seconds I had the camera footage from the lab up, and I saw everything that had happened. I had given the guy a prepaid credit card with 5000 dollar, but just in case he had wanted cash, I also had an envelope ready. After I had passed out on the mattress, I saw my male body find the envelope and take that as well.

Other camera footage showed how he quickly left the mansion. I checked a website for the card and saw he'd taken all money out as cash, accepting the 700 dollar penalty for that. The money didn't bother me, I had millions, but I didn't like being double crossed. I used the tablet to make a call to the private investigator, who had checked out the students that had applied for the experiment. I told him to put a 24/7 surveillance on James Beaver to see what he did and where he was going.

I also ran a quick check across my bank accounts, and saw a transfer to the same James Beaver, in the amount of two million, to be executed on the next business day. I quickly canceled that transaction, he was not getting any more out of me.

When I finally relaxed, and started evaluating everything, I realized the error my previous self had made. It was simple really, if you had all the data I now have, which she didn't. I could easily call up all of the events in my mind.

She had experimented with mice. And when the mind transfer worked, the new male was truly horny, whereas the new female had no desire to accommodate him. It drove the former female insane, not getting the instant relieve she, now he, needed. The former male was not accepting he was in a female body, and started chewing on his legs and he bleeded to death from a clear suicide.

My previous self worked on a pill to make the new female just as horny, and thus accepting the new male's desire to mate. Eventually she made it work and both mice were extremely happy going at it over and over again. I myself had experienced the effects of the medicine and I had been perfectly happy to mate with my former self and thus accepting my new life as a woman.

The big difference however with the mice was the difference in IQ. Where the mice had had similar size brains, my male brain had been significantly smaller in capacity than the female brain I ended up in. In other words, the IQ stayed with the brain, which was good for me, as I had access now to all knowledge still available in my new mind. But the former Ivy Worthington's mind could in no way fit in my former male brain, and her IQ would have dropped significantly. Boohoo...

So I relaxed finally in the bathtub, calculating a few more decimals for Pi, which I did for fun, and slowly making a decision on the mind machine. I would take it apart, so that no one could use it by accident, especially on me. But I would put it together at some point again, as I was going to develop a highly complex robot with a new type of artificial brain, with enough capacity to hold all of me. In twenty years or so I would no longer have to worry about ever aging again.

After the bath I was surprised how easy it was to live as a woman. The body did things almost by itself, the knowledge still somewhere in the brain. I found the right lingerie, the perfect outfit, I knew how to do my makeup. But I had no idea why I'd dressed so badly last night. Like her short term memories were gone, but my own male ones were there. Had she dressed as the sexy woman she was, I would not have taken her seriously, not believing her scientific experiment.

And suddenly it was all clear to me. I was the rich, privileged, beautiful girl, and therefore I was not perceived as a credible scientist. Becoming a man, with some money to fund experiments, would have people accept me, and believe the significance of my studies and theories, something that never had happened to Ivy. That's why she did it. And what would not happen.

Even if I hadn't cut off the money, her mind in her new body would simply not have the same IQ as she was used to, and thus she would probably not reach any significant breakthrough.

I felt compelled to write down all my experiences and thoughts and conclusions. I was a scientist and that's what you do. It was clear to me that my IQ had dropped somewhat and I was sure my old self's IQ would have increased a bit. Maybe it was enough for him at least to complete his studies.

The first report I received from my PI on James confirmed he hadn't dropped out. And he was indeed making his grades now, but not with straight A's like I had been used to. More importantly, he was still horny as hell. And he had started a side business as an male escort. Smarter as he was now, with his good looks, he picked up women at bars that were wealthy, and they paid him well.

The second report, a month later, was not so good. He'd lost sight of James after a hookup with a true beauty. The PI then investigated the woman, to find out she was the woman of a serious mob boss. The private eye got nervous as this boss had killed plenty of people, including a few of his own colleagues that had had hooks on him. As far as he was concerned James would never come back again.

I wasn't sure how I felt about my old body being dead. I already knew I would have never swapped back again. I liked my new body, even though I was pregnant. Yes, as smart as I was now, I hadn't recognized the signs. Missing the first period of my new life didn't ring any warning bells, simply because I hadn't expected it. Getting so sick that I had to see a doctor changed that, when she asked when I had my last period.

So I was pregnant and although a part of my short-term memory was gone, from around the time of the switch, I felt pretty confident, after evaluating my overall lifestyle, that James would be the father. In a way, as a scientist, I was rather amazed that technically I would be both father and mother to my child. I couldn't wait to see what she would be like.

In the months after, my sicknesses disappeared, as my body grew to accommodate the new life growing inside me. The reports of my PI were scarce, as James never appeared again. The woman that had taken him home, was now working as a prostitute in one of her former man's businesses. She slept with her roommate, on whom he had not been able to get any information, other than that she was a hardcore professional whore, always dressed in latex, teaching her the ropes.

If there is one thing I learned about having a lot of money, is that I don't have to be alone, if I don't want to be. I employed a nurse who helped me to prepare for childbirth, motherhood and a lot of things I had no idea about. She helped me get the nursery ready and we actually became friends. She was with me, holding my hand and breathing with me, as I went through labor. And I named my daughter after her, Elizabeth, soon just Lizzy.

I learned something new about the new me. And that was that I loved motherhood. From nursing, to changing diapers, to lullabies, to just watching my baby sleep. And for a few months life was perfect. Until Elizabeth, my nurse, my friend, had to leave, as her own mother had had a stroke, and needed her help more than I did.

I managed, but one more thing I learned was that part of the fun was sharing it with someone. And when Lizzy was sick one day, and I had to figure out what treatment to give her, to rid her from her fever, my IQ was simply not enough. Thank goodness Elizabeth was only a phone call away, and she helped me through the crisis, but I then knew I needed someone by my side. That's when the doorbell rang.

When I opened I saw a woman, extremely sexy in her latex catsuit. But her face was full of fear. "Please", she begged, "can I come in?" It was probably not smart, but for some reason I thought this was perhaps the latex hooker that my private eye had talked about, and I let her in.

She was grateful. She stumbled, trying to explain why she was here, and I realized I was wrong. This was not the hardcore whore I had read about in the report, she was too soft spoken, too polite, and definitely not confident, like you would expect. But I was wrong again. Or right in the first place, if you like.

Her name was Candy, probably not her real name, the way she hesitated as she said so. But she was the roommate of Annabelle, the boss's former lady, as in mobster boss. Annabelle, who had cheated on the boss, and was punished to live her life as a prostitute. And who had earlier that day vanished from the earth. She was sure the boss had finally ordered her death. And if it hadn't been for an unbelievable coincidence, as Candy's heel had been stuck in the sidewalk, or she would have vanished with her. For the same crime.

"You cheated on your boss too?" I blurted out, before I could stop myself. "No", she shook her head, "for the same cheat. It takes two to cheat..."

God, sometimes I hate having such an incredible IQ. In a fraction of a second I realized exactly what had happened, and who this Candy really was. "You're James", I whispered.

She didn't confirm it. But she didn't deny it either. "I don't remember who I was", she said softly. "They did terrible things to me. Like they cut certain memories from my brain. I only remember being Candy. But what mother would call her daughter that? Sometimes I think I was a man once. But I have perfect memories of growing up as a girl. As you! That's why I came here. Hoping you can tell. Hoping you can help."

It was all clear to me what happened. I know better than anyone in the world how you can mess with the brain and with the mind. James hooked up with the wrong woman, but when he disappeared, it wasn't because they'd killed him. They turned his body into a woman's and brainwashed him into thinking he'd always been one. And in a way he had been. He/she had tricked me from my body, because as a woman she did not get the recognition she so needed. And now she was back in a woman's body, only knowing how to service men. How bittersweet...

Nonetheless I felt responsible. Not for her situation. But for helping her. She came to me asking for help, not to get her body back, and I was going to help her. And the path forward was clear in my mind. Candy was going to live with me. As my maid and nanny. She would take care of her own child, but I felt it better not to tell her. She was pleasantly surprised with my proposal, and she would do anything to keep me happy.

There were a few issues though. For one, they had conditioned her into needing a dick inside her at least once a day, preferably twice. She'd go crazy if she'd go too long without it. It was I guess why my PI had called her a whore, as she craved a man inside her. It took a bit of experimenting, but I could satisfy her with a strap-on, whereas just a dildo would not work. Like it was the act of being fucked by another person was what she needed. For now I'd be happy to act as that person, but in my mind I was designing already a fuck-bot for her.

The other thing they'd done to mess her up, was a combination of more brainwashing and a unusual treatment of her skin. As a result she could only wear latex clothing. Anything else would give her severe rash with an unexplainable pain, which was probably just the mental conditioning. Searching online for a maid's uniform however proofed more than half made from latex, and she was perfectly happy wearing one.

She was surprisingly good with the baby. Seeing them together I could actually see the relationship in their eyes. Lizzy was not at all affected by the smell of latex, or maybe she was, but in a positive way. And her reaction to my "normal" skin was such, that I started wearing latex tops myself, just to keep the baby happy.

My sex life had greatly improved since I took Candy in the house. Instead of a fuck-bot I designed more and more realistic straps-ons, up to the point that it brought memories back from when I was a guy. I had bought gallons of sperm from a fertilization clinic, to make our sex life more realistic. Candy loved being filled up before she'd eat me out, making me cum at least four times per night. But one night she asked if she could use the strap-on also on me, as she enjoyed the extra taste when eating me out afterwards. She got me hooked to the damn thing as well, so good it felt. But within a month I was pregnant again. We were both ecstatic.

So our lives turned more and more perfect, becoming a true family. And I wanted that to be official, as in marrying Candy, who technically lived in my old body. There was always still this fear however that the mobster boss would find us out one day. So I came up with a plan.

A few weeks later I was sitting at the bar in one of the mobs owned pubs. My private investigator, who was keeping an eye on me, no pun intended, had informed me that the boss checked in here at least twice per evening. He'd also informed me the type of clothing he likes on women. So I was sitting in an incredible sexy leather dress, that the boss could indeed not ignore when he came in. Thank goodness I wasn't showing my pregnant state yet.

Soon he was feeding me drinks and snacks and compliments. And when he kissed me, my new lipstick invention made him more careless than he would have been normally. I suggested he take me home, as I had a babysitter waiting, but I would make it worthwhile for him. He drove me himself, leaving his bodyguards confused behind.

In the car I refreshed my lipstick and once inside he started making out, kissing me full on the mouth. He was gone in thirty seconds, thanks to the special lip formula. When he came by finally, he was, with Candy's help, strapped in the mind swap machine, that I had put together again for the occasion. The other side held a pig, a big sow, that I had borrowed from a farmer, with enough room in her brain for a complete swap.

When the mob boss threatened how he would kill me, I simply flipped the switch. Afterwards I watched how the former pig, now a human male, fucked her old body from behind, locking their new gender into both their minds. I dropped the totally confused man off in a neighborhood ruled by his most hated rival. Within fifteen minutes he was ruled dead, caused by forty-eight bullet holes.

The farmer picked up the pig the next day. Her future was an appointment with a huge boar, to produce one more litter of piglets before she would be the main attraction at the Christmas table.

They never found Annabelle, and there was no one left to ask, after the whole clan was eliminated by the rival gang. But Candy named our second daughter after her, so she would never be forgotten.