Part 3:

I had about two bags that were absolutely full of trash. I wouldn’t call Jane a hoarder, or a slob, but she really didn’t take care of her room as well as she could have. I guess, with all the drugs, she wasn’t really in good shape. I felt some itching, some cravings over the course of the day, but it has so far been manageable. My body was definitely addicted, but my mind was not, and I would do everything I could do to keep myself clean.

Heh. . . Myself. Yeah, over the past day I have slowly accepted it. There was no going back, no way to change anything. I would still love to find out what did this to me, and maybe find out if Jane really did die in my body, but I have no idea how. Magic? Some sort of cosmic intervention? If so, why? Why me? Why put me in this body and kill Jane? I shook my head. There would be no answers, not yet.

I threw out the garbage, and made small talk with Steph. We didn’t talk about much, and definitely avoided talking about earlier. I suppose she thought it would be awkward to bring it up. She seemed wary, like she did not fully believe that Jane really meant to quit doing drugs, but I hope I convinced her. I went throughout the entire day not doing anything! She even saw me throw away the little baggies stashed around Jane’s room. She was supportive, obviously, but maybe a little scared. For some reason I really didn’t want to disappoint her. Even though I wasn’t really craving any coke, or molly, when I thought about those things I could feel my heart race, and my body tensed up. It was frustrating. My mind said no, but my body demanded anyways.

While rummaging through Jane’s things I found a diploma. Jane had graduated from college, UC Santa Barbara, with a degree in Mechanical Engineering!

This just made me sad. Jane was clearly a very smart girl, she went to a better college than me! And yet, she nearly threw her life away with drugs, and in the end, she died. Of no fault of her own, but it was still so sad to think about. What could have been, right?

Unfortunately for me, I had no experience with Mechanical Engineering, or any STEM degree, for that matter. I could probably get a job with the degree alone, but I wouldn’t be able to do it. So I had to look elsewhere, and come up with a solid reason to forsake my degree and the money it would promise. Maybe I could start taking classes in Computer Science? It was a gamble. I was stuck trying to figure out what Jane had done for money, when my phone chirped.

[Momma]: Hey, Darling! Its been a while! Daddy is going to deposit your allowance for this month on Monday, don’t waste it!

Oh, shit. Jane’s parents. I didn’t even think of them! But also, damn, they just give her money? Jane lived off Daddy’s dime? While I was relieved, it solved almost all my problems, I was also a little angry and a little jealous. I thought back to all those years I spent just scraping by with a degree in History of all things, barely making rent every month, and here Jane was, getting money from Daddy, able to waste her life away on drugs. So much about Jane’s life frustrated me. But I had to remember that she was almost certainly dead now, and I had taken her place. That still made me feel sick. I shot a text back.

[Jane]: Thanks Momma! I’ll talk to you soon!

I hoped that would keep them from calling or bothering me. I had no idea what I would say to them, especially if they brought up anything from the past. I didn’t know much about Jane, other than what she looked like (obviously) and that she was friends with a girl named Steph (still working on a last name) and that she had a degree in Mechanical Engineering. That was it, surprisingly little. I hadn’t bothered to snoop through her phone, her text messages, her Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, etc. That part still worried me. It felt like a big leap, to learn about this girl to impersonate her. It felt wrong, at a fundamental level. But I suppose I would have to do it one day. I can’t just try to bluff my way through this stuff forever.

It was now around 9pm, and Steph had gone to her room. The house we lived in was a single story in a town near LA called Culver City. From what I gleaned from Google, this place was actually pretty nice, though I think our house was in one of the less nice neighborhoods. It was also right next to Santa Monica, which is one of the cities I visited on my big LA roadtrip a few years back. I knew the lay of the land, I think.

My bra was starting to pinch and feel uncomfortable, so I slipped it off and let my girls free. I still couldn't get over just how large they were on such a small body. Throughout the day I had the benefit of looking down and seeing some sexy cleavage, and I suppose I was starting to feel a little horny. My nipples were hard and poked clearly though my tank top, which made me feel even more turned on. It wasn’t until I sat on the bed that I realized that I was pretty wet between my legs. I made sure to lock the door, then I slipped off the short shorts and my thong to reveal my soaking wet pussy. It felt burning hot when I touched it, and so soft and slippery. I played around with my fingers and my clit, and it felt so good. That’s when I remembered what was sitting in one of Jane’s drawers. A dildo, and a vibrator.

I got up, feeling a little dribble of girl cum fall onto my thigh, and stared at the toys in the drawer. I was about to pick the dildo, but I went with the vibrator instead. The dildo reminded me too much of Dan’s cock. . . And I didn’t want that image in my mind right now. I just wanted the image of my own beautiful body.

I giggled at how narcissistic that thought was, but looking down at my nipples poking from my tank top, and the cleavage, I didn’t care. I grabbed one of my hefty breasts and gave it a squeeze, and felt my body bubble with pleasure. I laid back down, slipped off my top and revelled at the sight of my big naked boobs. I flipped the switch on the vibrator, then pressed its buzzing head onto my clit, and an arc of electrifying euphoria shot up my body. I rotated it in circles around my clit, and felt my body glow. I grabbed one of my nipples and squeezed down hard, and slowly, ever so slowly, but perfectly, I built up to climax. I pulled on my nipple, pushed the vibrator into my clit, and suddenly I convulsed, and exploded in pleasure. I let slip a throaty moan, and I hyperventilated trying to stay quiet. And did I just let out a whimper?

It took several minutes to come down from the high of orgasm. Somehow, somewhere within my body, something clicked. That shit felt fucking fantastic. Almost as good as. . . as all the drugs made me feel last night. And I wanted to do it again.

I laid back, and pressed the vibrator against my clit again. I could feel the pleasure start to well up a second time. I had tears coming from my eyes. All I wanted was to orgasm again! And again! And AGAIN!

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I was breathing heavily, and my heart was beating in my throat. I dropped the vibrator off to my side. My fingers were covered in girly fluids, and I could feel a little puddle under my ass soaking into the bed sheets. I was exhausted. I pulled out my phone and checked the time; 11:51 PM. I felt my eyes droop. I just masturbated for a little more than two and half hours straight, no breaks, just orgasm after orgasm. I lost count after five. I was glowing, and my whole body felt like I just ran twenty miles.

I didn’t bother putting pajamas on, I didn’t know where they would be in my room anyways. I just pulled the blanket over my nakedness, and I was out within seconds.

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I woke up the next morning at 10 am. I slept in, and I felt so refreshed. I sat up in bed, and immediately my hand went between my legs. Was I horny again? So soon? I rubbed my clit. It felt great. I wanted to masturbate again, and I knew I had nothing to do today, so I had all the time in the world. I had this need to feel myself up and jerk off all day.

Was this normal? Is this what normally happens when a guy becomes a girl? They just can’t stop touching themselves? Or was Jane just a horny girl? Whatever it was, I figured it would be a bad idea to do it all day, so I decided to do it just once for now. It took me about ten minutes to orgasm from just rubbing and fingering myself, and the glow afterwards felt luxurious. I had to fight off the need to do it again.

I jumped into the shower, and masturbated again. I couldn’t get the feeling, the euphoria, the pleasure, off my mind. Even after drying off I wanted to go again.

I slipped on another tank top, a blue top with little spaghetti straps that gave me a good amount of cleavage, then slipped on a short skirt. I felt. . . pretty. And that wasn’t a bad thing. I kinda had a hankering to go out into the world. I walked out into the house, and went into the kitchen, taking stock of my surroundings. It was a little kitchen that connected straight to the living room. There was a little breakfast table halfway in the kitchen and halfway in the living room that Steph was seated at. She was eating cereal.

I wasn’t feeling hungry, so I just grabbed some coffee and sat down with Steph.

“Morning.” I said.

“Good Morning.” She took a bite of cereal. Then she looked at me. “What’s up?”

“What’re you up to today?” I asked.

“Uh, nothing. Laundry, I guess.”

“Oh.” Then I got an idea. “Want to go to the beach?”

“The beach? Don’t you, like, hate the beach?”

“Uh. . .” Shit “Sometimes, yeah. But its beautiful out today. I think I want to get a tan.”

“A tan? Since when do you. . .Alright, sure. I’m down to go to the beach.” She threw a smile at me.

“I’m thinking one o’clock, if that's cool?” I asked.

“Sure.” She said, taking another bite of cereal.

“Oh, and can we stop by, uh, ‘you know who’s’ house? I need to pick up my car. I’ll drive it to the beach.”

“We can do that, sure.”

“Thanks.” I chewed my lip. “Seriously, Steph. Thank you. You are a great friend.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she smiled and waved away the compliment. I could see her turning something over in her mind. But I did not want to push. I hope that she didn’t think anything was wrong with me. Going from having a ton of friends to no one, I really wanted to make sure I kept this friendship with Steph. She was the only person I knew, and she had no idea how much I needed her to keep me going, after everything.