I was putting on my make-up before going out with my boyfriend when I noticed that he was watching me. “What are you doing?” I asked him.

“Nothing…just watching you get ready” he replied.

“Why?” I asked in a questioning tone.

“I don’t know” he shrugged “It’s fascinating really”

I put down my mascara brush and turned to him “How so?”

“Well” he began “We’re going out to dinner right…just some nice food and a few drinks”

“Yeah” I replied.

“Well look at us. I combed my hair, put on deodorant, put on clean underwear and pants and a nice shirt; I‘m ready to go”

I raised my eyebrows and tapped my foot while crossing my arms.

“And you” he continued “Shower with 4 types of soap and shampoo and conditioner while shaving your legs and pits and pubes. Then it’s blow dryer, curling iron, lipstick, lip liner, mascara, eyeliner, moisturizers, lotions, perfume, matching bra and panties, layered shirt and blouse, skirt and high heels” he finished with a sigh. “Is it worth it?”

I cocked my head at him a bit annoyed and frankly jealous of his simplicity. “I don’t know…is it? You seem to like it when I go through all this to look good for you” I turned back to the mirror and finished my eyes. I walked past him to get my shoes “I know guys have it easy and yes, I wish it were that easy and acceptable for women to get ready and go out” I said slipping into my heels.

My boyfriend just smiled and said “Ready?” as he fumbled his keys from his pocket and went for the car.

We sat at the bar still talking about all the rituals that women go through.

“Well I wouldn’t shave my legs if it was socially acceptable to have hairy legs on a girl” I was saying when the bartender came over.

“What about plucking your eyebrows and nose hairs…that has to hurt” Tim said “And what about wearing dresses and skirts; I mean why?”

“Because you like looking at our legs” I replied.

“But women are always worried about guys looking up…”

“You should try walking up a flight of stairs or riding an escalator in one” I finished for him.

I ordered an Amaretto sour and he ordered 7 and 7 before I even started on earrings getting caught in my hair or on other objects while I sipped my drink. I was finishing up my tirade on the various types of bra and underwear options as opposed to boxers or briefs when our table was ready.

When I looked over the menu I had a sudden craving for a big steak, so that’s what I ordered along with another drink. I was a bit surprised when Tim went for the salmon and just a water to drink.

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked him.

“Yes: why?” he replied

“I don’t know….it’s just that’s not your usual order”

“It sounded good to me tonight” was all he said with a very slight shrug of his shoulders.

The waitress brought out an amaretto sour and another 7 and 7. “Can I try that?” I asked.

“Sure” Tim replied. I took a sip “Hmm, that’s good…here try mine” I said passing off my drink to him.

He took a very little sip and smacked his lips a bit. Cocking his shoulder down he said “I kind of like that” and he took a larger drink. “Oh yeah: let’s switch drinks” he said readily.

I just shrugged; I was enjoying the slow burn of the whiskey and actually wished it was a bit stronger. I got out my purse to reapply some lipstick “Oh and try lugging around everything in the world in one of these” I said tearing through the clutter.

Tim just smiled and his eyes seemed to wander off.

I snapped my fingers at him “Hey…wake up”

“Oh” he said to me coming back to the present “I was just thinking about the house”

“Really” I asked.

“Yeah…do you think we should repaint the kitchen…I don’t know if I like the color in there” He said in all earnestness.

“Seriously…That’s what you were you thinking about” I asked incredulously.

Our food arrived and I dug in heartily while I noticed that he mostly picked at his fish.
We finished up dinner and I got up to walk back out to the car, nearly tripping in my heels. “Damn it” I said as my left ankle buckled. I stepped out of the shoes and decided to walk barefoot through the parking lot. We got to the car and I slid into the driver’s seat and pulled out my key; Tim never protested, he just got in the passenger side to go along for the ride.

Once we got back home, I dropped my shoes next to the door and tossed my purse on the chair. I had a pounding headache and was on a mission to get to the bathroom. I dry swallowed three aspirin and grabbed a washcloth to scrub my face. I had never wanted make up off quicker than I did that night. My face felt itchy and a bit rough, but I really didn’t care that much. Tim came in and looked at his reflection in the mirror while standing next to me. He pursed his lips, put on some lip balm and plucked a stray hair from his chin. I just rolled my eyes.

When he picked up my purse and started rooting through it I had had enough. Slapping my hands on my hips I said “What are you doing?”

He looked up innocently enough and said “I was looking for something in my purse”

I blinked a few times “Wait what? Your purse”

He shook his head “Uh…I mean…uh…your purse”

“No you didn’t. Look you’ve been acting squirrelly all night…what gives?”

“I don’t know” he said dropping his hands into his lap. He looked at me and I noticed his bottom lip quivering as if he was about to cry “I don’t know why I feel like this…I’m just…emotional tonight and you’re not being very sympathetic either”

I sighed “What is it…your time of the month?”

“You don’t have to be sarcastic about it…but I guess you just don’t understand” he said in a huff.

“Understand what? Last time I checked you were the guy and I was the woman” I said walking towards him. “We talk about all my woman stuff all evening and now what?” I turned and walked away but something was gnawing at me.  “Why did I drive home?” I thought “And why am I feeling so mad about him acting so…so…well…girly”

I spun back around and I looked at my boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed. His knees were pulled together and his hands turned over and over on his lap. He had a confused look on his face; a worried look. He crossed his legs, but not like a guy: he slowly lifted his left leg and slid it down until it sat on top of his right leg. He bounced his foot up and down; I had never seen him sit like that before. He started to chew on the tip of his right index fingernail, which was another thing he had never done, but I did it all the time. I rubbed my temples; my headache was coming on in force.

I have a small mole on my chin; it’s been there my whole life. As I was staring at my boyfriend’s worried face, I watched a small mole appear on his chin. “Uh” was all I managed to say. I turned and went into the master bathroom that was behind me. I looked at my face in the mirror; my mole was gone “What the freaky hell” I mumbled rubbing my chin. Then I looked even closer and leaning forward towards the mirror I saw it; one dark hair was popping out of my chin. It had barely cracked the surface but it was undeniably there.

“Hey! Come here a minute” I called out to Tim.

“What is it Tori?” he called and came way too quickly to my side.

“Look at your chin” I said to him.

“What about it?” he asked.

“What’s up with your mole?” I asked.

“What mole…you know you have the chin mole”

I turned to him “No it was on my face until about 30 seconds ago and now you’ve got it on your face”

He looked confused and then his confusion turned deeper as he stared at my chin.

“I know” I said hastily “I’ve got a big thick hair poking out”

“No: you’ve got like…um…a dozen”

“What?” I turned to the mirror and sure enough; I had stubble on my chin. Turning back to Tim I said “What the hell is going on?”

He looked scared “I don’t know” he said meekly and his eyes shot to the floor. Soon though I saw his hand slowly reaching over toward my right calf and I watched his hand move in slow motion toward my leg. He poked at the side of my calf and then he stood bolt upright “Oh My God Tori! When did you get a tattoo like mine?”

I stuck my leg out and from beneath my tan skirt, I saw the Michigan State Spartan looking back at me. “I didn’t get a tattoo like you…I think I’ve got your actual tattoo”

He lifted up his pant leg “It’s gone” he said in shock looking back and forth between our legs. Dropping the pant leg out of his grasp, he stood up straight and looked at me very seriously. I had been leaning on the sink but now I stood up straight as well; and looked down at him.

Both of our mouths dropped open and my chin fell to my chest. Tim was 3 inches taller than me. I wasn’t a small girl at 5’7” but he stood 5’10”; at least he used to stand 5’10”. After a quick glance down to ensure that I was not still wearing my heels, I scanned up his body in all its full 5’7” height. There was no doubt that I was taller than him now.

Tim’s eyes darted up and down and back and forth “What are we going to do Tori? What’s happening to us?” he cried.

“Um” I decided to just say it out clearly “Somehow…uh…we’re switching places”

“You mean I’m going to be you!” he said suddenly.

“And…uh…I’m turning into you” I said.

“But I can’t be you and you can’t be me” he said with his voice pitching higher.

“I think it’s too late for that.” I said as I bent down and scratched my leg.

He backed up out of the bathroom and only stopped when he bumped into the side of the bed. I followed for a step or two but stopped just inside the door frame. He looked at me but his eyes turned down and he was staring at my legs. I watched his expression go from shock to wonder. His eyes had been open as wide as they could go before they squinted down. “What are you watching?” I said and I hiked my skirt up and pulled it tight against my thighs.

“Oh” I said as I looked down at my legs. Before our eyes, my legs were turning into his legs. Hair was sprouting on them and their shape was changing. My knees shifted and my calves grew. My feet were growing and changing as well. Against the taut fabric of my tan skirt, my thighs shifted and changed; growing thinner and firmer while losing the feminine roundness and softness that had been mine.

Tim began to fumble with his belt and he clumsily undid it and fought with the button and zipper before undoing them and letting his pants drop to the floor. His legs were already soft and round and smooth from my earlier efforts to shave them before our date. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them to the side. He bent down and took off his socks. He popped back up as he saw my toes exit his socks. He wiggled the small maroon painted toes that were now his and he rolled his ankles outward and rested momentarily on the outsides of his small, feminine feet before rolling them back up to their natural resting position.

Now it became a race for us to disrobe. I flicked my hand behind me and undid the zipper on my skirt before yanking it off as he undid the buttons on his shirt. I yanked my two shirts off over my head leaving me in just my bra and panties as he dropped his shirt and pulled off the white undershirt. I unhooked my bra and grasped between my cups and flipped it off and onto the floor. He pulled his boxers down and hooking them with my, I mean, his foot, he flipped them away as I did a final hip wiggle to drop my panties off and to the floor.

Now we were both naked and I looked at him, tracing my eyes up from his painted toes along his smooth tan legs up to his junk. It was fully erect and his testicles were pulled up close to his body. Then as if they knew I was watching them, first one pulled up followed by the other. Tim’s hand went down and hit just the loose skin that was left beneath. That was when I felt a strange feeling in my stomach.  It gave a slight roll and I suddenly felt like I was nervous, before I felt first one, then another testicle descend out of me. “Whoa” was all I could say.

“Uh” was all I got for a response. Tim was looking down as his penis retracted inward into his body. But after seeing it shrink and inch or two, that feeling returned to my stomach. For every inch he lost; I gained. A penis was growing out of me, longer and longer it grew, the head throbbing as it stopped. I cautiously touched the shaft, then flicked the head, feeling it vibrate and wobble. My hand clamped down then and I squeezed my new found member. I looked over and saw Tim fumbling his fingers with his vaginal lips and I could tell as one finger entered too deep and another flicked his clitoris. He looked up somewhat ashamed and embarrassed, but I knew that he had no reason to be.

I swallowed at the sensation of my ass rising up and pulling inward. As it went, it pulled my hips in with it, compacting my mid-section and frame. I shifted my feet inward to compensate for my new center of gravity.

My boyfriend’s hands left his new favorite spot and slapped against his hips as they shifted outward. Those hands then rode slowly back as new found weight and mass filled in his rear end. He gave a slight hip shake and wiggle at the sensation and we were now each other from the waist down.

Now I have a slight belly and my hand rested there on its soft curve for a moment before it left me.  Hair crept over my stomach as it hardened and pulled in. I looked over and saw Tim’s stomach was now softer than before but tanned now and it looked better on him now.

“Tori?” he said looking down at himself “I never thought I’d ever have this as my view down”

“Yeah, I’m with you there” I agreed as I looked down now too but soon my vision caught something much higher up. My breasts had risen up. The normal sag that I had with my breasts being free with gravity was no longer in play. My breasts were pert and at full attention; but like watching a balloon slowly lose air, I watched my boobs get smaller. They pulled inward at a slow but steady pace; backing up through cup size after cup size until what I had left didn’t even warrant a trainer. My nipples shrank down along with my areolas until they were tiny and black hairs sprouted from them.

I looked across the see my boyfriend staring down, mesmerized. His hands now hefted a pair of breasts. He lifted them up and squeezed them together, then pulled them away and to the sides before letting his hands go and watching them drop into their natural position. He gave each nipple a slight tug and bent at the waist from the sensitivity that now came with his enhanced chest. “Well” he said “If we’re going to change; might as well make the best of it. This might not be too bad.” He said.

I thought for a second; my mind going back to our conversations throughout the evening. All the hassles that we had talked about being a woman were his now. I smiled: slightly at first, but the grin spread over my face “Yeah we might as well” I said with a shrug of my new larger shoulders.

I brought my hands up to my bare chest and noticed that my hands were changing. My fingernails were now cut short and I had a few small cuts along my knuckles. There was hair on the backs of my hands and my palms had a few callouses. They were far from my old hands and I reached over and took Tim by the hand. I watched as his nails firmed up and took on my French manicure. His fingers smoothed out beneath my touch, becoming smaller and thinner as they retreated back. I ran a rough finger over the smooth back of his hand, amazed at how soft it felt. I continued running my hand back up his smooth and soft arm thinking “Was my arm that soft before?”

I reached up and scratched my head and could feel my hair snaking up past my fingers. My hair was pulling in and turning into Tim’s hair. I watched as his hair now grew long and curly, passing first his ears, then chin, then shoulders and coming to a stop on top of his breasts in the front and past his shoulder blades in the back.

I stared in wonder as I watched his face turn into mine and I could tell by the look in his eyes, he was seeing the same wonder in reverse. I could feel a slight itch in my chin and cheeks and upper lip as hair came in and I felt a tugging in my lips as they tightened up. I could tell my nose grew and my cheeks pulled in as my eyes reset much narrower than before. I felt my ears extend and my forehead and brow widen all while watching my boyfriend’s face become mine. His chin became smooth along with his cheeks and lips. Those lips then puffed up slightly and turned down at the corners. His chin dimpled as well as his cheeks as they filled in as my much rounder face. His eyes became wider, his nose smaller and perkier and his eyebrows thinned and trimmed down and his forehead pulled up to his now lower hairline. His ears shrank in, with the bottoms now attached as he gained my full face. A smile began to form on those lips; it was a smile I knew well but yet it looked different. I had only seen that smile in photos and my mirror. Now I was looking at it before me.

I went to speak but had to clear my throat first and when I did speak, it was Tim’s voice that carried forth. “I think we’re done” I said in a male voice.

Her jaw dropped at the sound coming out of me but nothing should have shocked us by this point “Oh my God Tori you sound just like me” She said in my old female voice. Her hands shot to her mouth now “Ooooo and I sound like you now too”

“You don’t just sound like me; you look like me, walk like me, act like me: To the rest of the world, you are me.” I said looking at her up and down.

“We really just switched places with each other” she said shyly. “I can’t believe it: I’m a girl”

“You have to believe it; the proof is undeniable” I said waving my hands up and down her body.

“So” she said cautiously “What do we do now?”

I sighed and thought for a moment “I don’t know. I mean I don’t know how long this will last for one thing”

“Yeah” she agreed. “We might switch back in a few minutes, or a day, or maybe…”

“…maybe never” I finished for her.

“You think this might be permanent” she said louder “I might be you forever!” Her hands went up and ran through her long brown hair. “I can’t be a girl forever; I don’t know how to be a girl!” she added with rising panic.

“I’ll help you” I said as calmly as I could.

“What? You’re going to teach me everything about being a girl now?” she crossed her arms covering her breasts “I don’t know how to even act as a girl, let alone do all the little things that we talked about all night: Leg shaving, body care, hair care, heels: Oh My God: I’m going to have a period!”

I didn’t want to laugh but said “Yeah, if we don’t switch back pretty soon; you should be dealing with that in a few days by my schedule”

“You can’t leave me!” she said with panic in her eyes. “I mean I know we’ve been dating for a while and I know we talked about…”

“Oh Mister there’s plenty of time for marriage; we don’t need to commit right this second is coming around all of sudden” I said as I sat my naked butt down on the corner of the bed.

She walked over to me and it was a marvel to watch someone else controlling what had been my body; it was truly surreal. My hand reached out and ran over her smooth thigh. The suppleness of it surprised me as did the arousal I felt toward what had never excited me before. I felt an urge though to comfort her. She was frightened and anxious about her new body and life “We just have to try and make this as normal as we can” I said reassuring her. I stood up and hugged her. As I felt her soft and forgiving skin beneath my arms and hands, I brought her in closer and could feel her relaxing beneath my embrace. My hand slid up her back and I ran my fingers through the bottom of her hair. I pulled back a bit to look her in the eye. She had tears in her eyes but a slight smile on her lips.

Keeping my left arm around her waist I brought my right hand up and pushed her hair back tucking it behind her ear. I slowly ran my fingers down her soft round cheek and she lifted her face toward mine. I had never wanted to kiss someone more than at that moment; I tilted my head down to lean in for that kiss. As our lips came together, I had a brief moment where my brain said “You’re kissing a girl for the first time” but that thought quickly passed and I simply enjoyed it immensely. It was different than any other kiss I had ever had for some very obvious reasons but also for many subtle reasons. I noticed how soft her lips were and the sweet taste I sensed. My tongue briefly flicked hers and I was surprised when I felt her hands on the back of my head holding me in place.

We broke apart then and both laughed a bit awkwardly. “The fact that I’m attracted to you must mean that at least part of our minds switched too” I said genuinely puzzled.

She looked down “Yeah; that was a bit weird there. It was good but part of my brain hasn’t quite caught up with this reality yet. But still another part is oddly attracted to you; I mean not as me but as you as a guy as in…ugh…I don’t know how to say this” she said in frustration. She clapped her hands together and tried again “Part of my brain sees you as the old me and part of my brain sees you as my boyfriend now: like two realities colliding”

“Which they totally are” I said in response. “I’ve never been turned on by a girl before and I’m not turned on by thoughts of myself; but at the same time you are me, but you’re still you. You are a different person; just one who happens to now have my body and face and hair. And yet I have your body now, but I’m still me. I look like you and talk like you and walk like you, but I’m still not totally and completely you”

She now sat on the bed before flopping backward to lay flat. She sat up on her elbows briefly as her boobs shifted to the sides and I chuckled at her new sensation of shifting body parts. Her hair splayed out around her and I slid up onto the bed next to her. She turned her head to me “I still can’t believe we switched bodies tonight”

I looked her in the eyes and my hand found her shoulder “We’re going to be okay: We’ll figure this out and make the best of it Tori”

She smiled upon hearing her name “You called me Tori!” she said smiling at me and sitting back up looking a bit shocked.

“The thing is” I said slowly “It just came out…I didn’t start talking intending to call you by name, but yet, it felt right”

I laid there on my back on the bed staring up at the ceiling until she lay back down next to me. We turned to each other and we brought our foreheads closer and closer until they touched. Our arms draped over each other and she hiked her right leg up onto my leg. She slowly worked her foot up and down my calf as we stared into each other’s eyes. My left hand started to play with her hair as my right hand caressed her breast and we scooted even closer to each other. I could smell her sweet breath and could feel even the slightest motions from her body. My erection showed what I was feeling at that moment and she playfully grabbed it and with a smile on her face whispered “Are you ready to do this?”

I simply nodded…



I looked down at my girlfriend; she lay beneath me with the most satisfied smile on her full lips. My arms were locked straight, beginning to shake and my legs were beginning to cramp but I had never felt more content and complete than at that moment.

“Wow” she said softly beneath me. Her hands came up and ran through my sweaty hair “I had no idea that felt that good”

“Yeah” I added shakily “That was so intense” I said as I lowered myself down next to her: Her hands still raking my hair as I draped an arm over her chest and slid my hips up next to hers.

She was still smiling as she said “I could definitely get used to this; that was totally worth it”

“Think about this Tori: How many people can actually say that they’ve done what we just did. How many people get to experience and see and feel both sides of sex…my mind is blown” I said.

She laughed and brought her hands up to her temples to do the mind blown gesture. Then she scooted out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I watched her ass wiggle and shake as she entered the door. She glanced over her shoulder at me, knowing full well what I was watching and she gave her right cheek a light slap as she turned out of my view.

I think I knew at that moment that I didn’t want to go back.

We would drift off to sleep in each other’s arms and wake up with our backs to each other. My first thoughts were slow and groggy “What did we do last night…oh…OH” and I bolted up. I looked down and saw a flat chest below me that I slapped my hand at while thinking “It wasn’t a dream!” I looked to my left and saw just a mass of brown hair peeking out of the blankets but trailing beneath those blankets was an unmistakably female form. “Tori” I said.

She began to stir; I watched as her feet drummed up and down under the covers “Hmm” she mumbled.

I reached over and pulled the covers back slightly as she turned onto her back. I exposed her smooth shoulders and the tops of her breasts as her hair fell across her face. Under that hair I saw her eyes pop open into full consciousness. She blinked a few times and her eyes widened as she saw me through the hair. She whipped her hands up, flipping her hair off her face and sitting up she smiled a bit awkwardly.

“You’re still me” she said and I nodded to her. She looked down at her boobs and her hands went to them “And I’m still you” She turned to me and lifting herself up with her right hand, she sat up and sat cross legged across from me. Her mouth was open and she looked happy. I didn’t say anything yet but smiled at her.

She put her hands flat on her thighs “Well we didn’t change back in the morning, so it looks like we might be here for a while.”

“Are you okay with that?” I asked her.

She nodded slowly before adding “Yeah…I am. Are you okay with this?”

“Yes I am” I said as a matter of fact.

“I think we’ll be okay” she said. “I mean, I don’t feel as nervous or out of place this morning you know”

“Yeah, it’s weird how the body and mind adjust so quickly to something so monumental”

“New normal I guess” she said with a shrug and she went to get up “But always having to sit to pee does kind of suck” she said heading for the bathroom.

“Yeah I know” I replied too quickly “Not my problem now”



Epilogue:
“She looks just like you” I said stroking my wife’s hair. She held our daughter close to her chest and smiled up at me.