Chapter 19

I didn’t know whether or not to take the lead. After all, this would be the first time I’ve ever had sex as a guy. While it wasn’t the most opportune moment for self-realization, I realized that I had different preferences when in different bodies. Not my sexual preferences, but my role-play seemed to extend to sex. When I was Jasmine, I’d rather take charge. When I was Morgan, I’d rather sit back and let them come to me. Unless I was Morgan with Lauren, of course, then I went full-on domme.

But now I’m Daniel. 

The Daniel I was a month ago would not be in this position at all. Both of us have grown. My soul and this body. My disconnect with my original body was never more evident than in this moment. Who am I? I better figure it out soon because Chloe is seductively inching closer to me. 

I determined that since Chloe initiated this encounter by coming into my room and closing the door behind her, it was my obligation to take the next step.

I reached out and held her hips. Her dress was even softer than I imagined. Her body was warmer. As I pulled her closer to me, I could feel the heat radiating off of her.

Her eyes closed and her lips parted and I knew I needed to take her.

The moment our lips pursed together, she wrapped her hand around my neck, cradling my head and encouraging my lips to part.

Our tongues sought each other out and started massaging each other. She tasted of strawberry daiquiri.

We stood there making out for a few minutes. I could feel my member getting erect, straining against my jeans. I was consciously holding my groin away from her, but Chloe had other plans.

She wrapped her other hand around my waist and pulled me in. My erection was now pressed up against her. There was no hiding it anymore. Her mouth opened wider, our kisses got passionate and her pelvis started to rub against mine. This gave me the green light to relax - she’s consenting to this - this is happening.

That’s good, because I needed this. It’s been such a stressful couple of weeks. I needed this distraction from my Guild drama. I moved my kisses from her mouth to her ear to her neck. 

Chloe let out a moan as she continued to rub against my erection.

As my kissing exploration reached her collarbone, she tugged at the shoulder of her dress to reveal more of her shoulder. Then with another tug, her breast popped out of her dress. Did I say how much I loved her dress?

At this point, having been on both sides of the female nipple, I was determined to get it right with Chloe. Instead of adolescent squeezing and pawing, I knew slow and easy would give her the most pleasure. I gently cupped her breast with my hand, then leaned in, lightly tracing her erect nipple with my tongue.

She responded by eagerly pulling my head into her chest, forcing me to suckle on her tit. Leaning in, she started nibbling on my ear then neck.

I came up for air and pulled her other breast out of her dress. 

That’s when she simply pulled the dress off over her head. Bye-bye dress. I should really ask her where she got it. 

I followed her lead and pulled my T-shirt off. I wrapped my arms around her naked back and lowered my mouth to her newly-exposed breast. The nipple was already hard, awaiting my tongue.

When I thought her breasts were thoroughly played with, I slowly laid her down on my bed. I know she’s here because she believes me to be an experienced lover. Or at least one with knowledge on how to please a woman. So since my only experience is as a lesbian and her best experience is with a lesbian, I think I had a general idea of what she was looking for.

She raised herself onto her elbow and looked at me with eager eyes.

I knelt down in front of her and rubbed my hands on her thighs. I then slowly splayed her legs apart revealing her panties with a telling wet spot.

I started kissing her creamy thighs as she ran her finger through my short hair. I inched my way up her legs and finally kissed her mound through her panties. She let out a moan as I nibbled on her.

I backed away. By now her panties were nearly transparent. I looked up at her and whispered “May I?”

“Hmmhmm,” she agreed.

I grabbed the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. 

When they were off, she opened her flower for me again. She had a cute landing strip above, pointing as an arrow towards her sex. She was shaved, but not recently. Odds she didn’t expect this to happen tonight either.

I hesitated out of inexperience. Not with going down on a woman, but doing it as a man. I decided it shouldn’t matter, and let my uncertainty fade. I was pretty good at this, based on reactions from Morgan, Jasmine and Lauren.

She reached out and ran her fingers through my hair again. She pulled me head closer to her pussy, making her desire known. She then wrapped her legs around me preventing my unlikely escape.

My tongue lightly brushed against her slit. I reached out and parted her labia to reveal her sex button. I lightly flicked it with my tongue.

Her moans let me know I was doing it right.

As I continually ate her out, her moans were turning me on. My dick felt like it wanted to hulk out of my jeans. When I would glance up at her, she had a smile on her face and she was moaning in ecstasy. I couldn’t wait until she returned the favor and ate me out.

After she orgasmed a fourth time, she cupped her pussy with her hands and let out a strained cry as if she was out of breath.

I looked up at her and in the dim light, I saw Kaylee. My heart skipped a beat and gasped. I blinked and I saw Chloe again. 

“I want you in me,” Chloe whispered. 

In her? For a brief moment I forgot I was Daniel. I thought I could feel a phantom clit and my own pussy getting wet. I reached down and confirmed that yes, there was a massive erection attached to my body. I felt something I couldn’t describe. It couldn’t be disappointment, could it? I’m having great sex. How could I be disappointed?

She leaned forward and grabbed my pants. She undid the button and zipper and pulled out my hard member. She slowly worked it like a piston and looked up at me. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah, I do,” I replied.

She let go of my dick and laid down on the bed waiting for me. 

I reached over to my night stand where the condoms were waiting for me. Now this is the unlikely dream situation I bought these for. I ripped open the foil package and rolled the latex sleeve down my dick.

I exhaled as I approached Chloe. I knelt onto the bed and waded between her legs. Gripping my cock I lent over and assisted the tip to her pussy as I traced her slit with it. My experience when I was Jasmine and had sex with Daniel was to go slow. I slowly pushed the tip part way into her. The sensation of her tight pussy wrapping around the head of my cock was amazing. I slowly pulled back out, feeling the head of my cock slide through her insides.

She moaned in approval.

I repeated my penetration, this time going a little deeper.

The deeper I went, the better it felt. God, she was so tight. This feeling was so different from when I was a woman. My cock could feel inside of her. I could feel her muscle clamping down on my cock. I was afraid if I went too fast I would cum prematurely.

I remembered something, though, when having sex with Daniel. Angle was important. I kept my dick inside of her as I wrapped my arms around her legs and shifted her a little.

She gasped, “That it’s right there!”

I started to make a more fluid motion as our breathing became raspy with desperation.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried as I felt her muscles tighten around me. “Yeah, keep going!”

I kept thrusting, moving faster and deeper.

“Oh my God, another one!” she yelled. I could feel her orgasms vibrate through my cock. “Yes, yes,” she moaned.

Another image of Kaylee flashed through my mind. Her face in my memory made me even harder and put me on the brink. “I’m getting close,” I huffed. I felt kinda guilty for imagining Kaylee as I fucked Chloe. “Just don’t say the wrong name,” I thought.

“Let's…cum…together,” she barely managed to gasp out.

I picked up speed and just as I was about to explode into her she moaned loudly. That was enough to trigger my own orgasm. 

I stopped and lingered in her as I ejaculated into the rubber. When it stopped, I pulled out and laid next to her.

I did it. I officially lost my male virginity. What a way to go.

“Wow!” Chloe exclaimed. “That was amazing.”

I rolled over to catch my breath. “‘Wow!’ is right.”

“You knew every spot on me.”

“I just paid attention,” I said, trying to downplay my experience.

“I dunno,” she huffed. “I think you were a girl in another life.” 

I turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. She didn’t notice my reaction to that. I resumed staring up at the ceiling. “Maybe I was,” I replied. It’s a partial truth right?

I looked down at my deflating dick still wrapped inside the spent condom. I kinda wanted to go again, but knew my current equipment needed time to recharge. Looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. That was only ten minutes? Sex as a guy goes by way too quickly.

“You were thinking about someone else weren’t you?” she said, breaking my thoughts.

“I- uh.” I stammered as I rolled the condom off my dick and tossed it in a nearby wastebasket.

“Why are the best ones always taken?” she mumbled to herself. She then turned towards me. “You don’t have to deny it. It’s OK. This was fun. No strings attached. But whoever this person you were fantasizing about, they’re lucky to have you.”

“Yeah.”

“Hopefully I’ll find someone like that soon.”

It’s a weird conversation to have with someone you just had sex with. I understood where she was coming from. Not only was I fantasizing about Kaylee, I was thinking how different straight sex and lesbian sex was. Maybe she was thinking the same thing. “I uh.. I know some single lesbians. If you want me to introduce you.”

She leaned up and smiled. “Are these the lesbians who taught you how to pleasure a woman?”

“Maybe.”

“I’d like that.” She reached around the bed and pulled out my phone from the mess of sheets. “I’m giving you my number.” When she was done, she handed it to me. She had put her contact in as “Six” with a wink emoji.

Chloe sat up and started collecting her clothes. “I should get going. My friends are likely looking for me.”

“You should definitely save them from my friends.”

When she was dressed, she turned around. “See yah later, Four.”

“See you later, Six.”

* * *

In the morning, I awoke with one thing on my mind. OK, two things.

One, I was feeling kinda guilty for that one night stand. My second in as many weeks. But the way it happened… that wasn’t like me. I never drink that much. I hoped I didn’t come off like an asshole or some womanizer. I did get Chloe’s number, so hopefully I didn’t behave too badly.

My second thought and maybe the most prominent on my mind. Kaylee. I missed her. Last night was a boost of confidence. I never imagined I could have a night like that as Daniel. But I did. And maybe I could do it again. Maybe not as a one-off, but perhaps as a real relationship. I could be Daniel and still get girls. Therefore, if Kaylee wasn’t interested in me as Sydney, maybe she’d be interested in me as Daniel. Sure, I’d have to cancel on Kristy, but Kaylee would be worth it.

Thankfully it was Sunday. A whole week since I met Kaylee originally. Maybe she’d be at the same place at the same time.

After breakfast I showered and shaved. Shaving my face with an electric razor was so simple compared to using a blade and shave gel on my legs. Then I headed for my closet to pick out clothing. I sighed as I looked at my boring collection of similar pants and shirts. I missed the vibrant colors and variety of girl’s clothing. I put on a nice button-down shirt and my best cargo pants. It was a little more formal than what I’d wear around campus, but I wanted to impress Kaylee. When I was happy with my appearance, I drove to the coffee shop.

I sat down in the same seat I sat when I first became Sydney a week ago. I pulled out my copy of The Heronine Prophecy. Now, I just need a coffee. I checked the time on my phone. This was about the same time I first met Kaylee. I didn’t have a full plan, but I had enough confidence that I could strike up a conversation with her.

Natalie the barista was working again. She saw me briefly but stayed behind the counter.

Daniel wasn’t a regular so I was going to have to get up and order. I took off my jacket and draped it on my chair and walked up to the counter.

“Hi, welcome to The Coffee Exchange,” Natalie beamed. “What can I get for you?”

“Umm,” I said, fiddling with my hands. I suppose I should try to be the same person I was when I met Kaylee. “Hot Matcha Latte with cream.”

I expected Natalie to make a weird face at me, but instead she went to work creating the drink. She looked up at me. “I can bring it out to you when it’s done, sir.”

Sir? Oh, yeah, I almost forgot I was Daniel again. “Thank you,” I said, returning to my seat. I wondered how long it would take to feel normal as a guy again.

As I sat down, I heard the jingle of the door. Kaylee was walking in.. She was just as beautiful as I remembered, if not more. While it’s only been a few days since she came over, I sorely missed seeing her.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as she took off her coat and took her book out of her bag.

Nataline came over and set my drink on the table.

“Thank you,” I said, but she was already busy setting down Kaylee’s usual drink. Yep, Kaylee was certainly consistent and punctual.

“Thank you Natalie,” Kaylee said with a warm smile.

I took a sip of the Matcha Latte. I recoiled from the taste of it. It tasted like I was drinking grass. Well, I guess that answers whether or not body swapping results in different tastes. My original body did not like this. I slid the drink to the other side of my table. Perhaps I should go up and get a normal coffee. But I didn’t, no matter how bad it tasted. I needed this drink to help me strike up a conversation - because it worked last time.

I returned my focus to the reason I was here. Kaylee. I saw that she was still reading The Fated Crown, which I found bizarre since she’d already finished it and reread it three times before we talked about it last week. Why was she still reading it? 

Kaylee looked around the coffee shop.

Our eyes met for a brief moment and I smiled. “Whatcha reading there?” I asked, feigning curiosity.

“Oh,” she replied, looking down at the book. “Just a fantasy book.”

“I like fantasy,” I said. “I’m reading one right now.” I held up my book.

“Oh?” she said, seeing the book in my hand. “I’ve read that one recently.”

“Did you like it?”

“I did. It's a good book.”

“Well, I’m nearing the end,” I admitted.

“Which part are you on?” she asked eagerly, turning her body to face me.

“The heroine has to lead the prince’s army, but they’re reluctant to follow her.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good part.”

I smiled. “Hi, I’m Daniel.”

“Kaylee.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kaylee.”

“Same.”

“I noticed your book is worn and marked with lots of tabs and sticky notes. Are you writing a report?”

“A report?” she echoed. “Oh, no, I’m not in school anymore. I’m a writer.”

“A writer? Wow, that is so cool.”

“It’s cool, but it doesn’t pay the bills.”

I chuckled. I think she said something similar to me the first time I met her as Sydney. 

“But I highlight and mark passages that resonate with me. Examples of something I want to reread. For various reasons.”

“So, it must be a good book.”

“Well, I think so.”

“Would you recommend it?”

“Depends,” she said. “What do you think about body swaps and fantasy romance?”

I paused while I considered my answer. “Those are cool topics. Walking a mile in someone else’s shoes is a fascinating concept.”

“Then, yeah, I’d recommend it.” 

“So, you write. I wonder if I’ve read any of your stuff.”

“I doubt it. I’m an independent author so I publish books myself. Mostly ebooks online. I’m not in any bookstores.”

“I think I’ve read a few indie books.”

“Oh, OK. Have you heard of The Mist Queen?”

It suddenly struck me that I hadn’t asked that question of Kaylee as Sydney. Now, I wish I had. I could’ve actually read one of her books. I frowned. “No, I haven’t.”

She giggled. “That’s because I haven’t published it yet. At least, not as a complete novel.”

“Oh.” 

“I have some of the first chapters online to gauge interest. I have the rest done, but have been afraid to publish the remaining chapters.”

“Oh. Well, why haven’t you published it yet?”

“I’m afraid to. It’s a very niche genre and I’m worried about people telling me it’s good or authentic.”

“It’s fantasy,” I said. “How could it be authentic?”

“Well it tackles… real world allegories.”

“I see.”

“So now you know about me,” she said, changing the subject. What do you do Daniel?”

“Oh, I’m in college.”

“The one down the street?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“I know a few people that go there. What do you study?”

“I’m still undecided.” I put my hands up in mock surrender. “I know, I know. I should pick a degree program.”

She laughed. “I’m in no position to lecture you on degree programs, Daniel. Though I wish I was in your position. College was just never in the cards for me.”

I went to open my mouth. I wanted to know more. Does her twin go to college? Why was college not in the cards? She’s clearly brilliant. Was it money? “So what does pay the bills?”

“I’m a waitress.”

“Where at?”

“An Italian restaurant nearby. And, no, I cannot give free meals.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“You’d be surprised how many people do ask,” she smiled, and looked down at her book. Then she glanced at the door again. I got the impression I was keeping her from something. Or someone. 

There was a growing knot in my stomach. Something wasn’t right. My banter with Kaylee wasn’t right. It wasn’t like it was when I was Sydney. Then, it had been more playful. We both wanted to get to know each other. Not this time. Kaylee was being polite and we were carrying on friendly conversation, but that’s all it was. Another glance at the door. Another fake smile.

This wasn’t working. I thought we’d be able to hit it off again, but apparently the first time was lightning in a bottle.

I reluctantly stood up and packed my book. Better to cut my losses with Kaylee - and ditch this awful beverage.

“Heading out?” Kaylee asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “I have to be back on campus for a meeting later.”

“Well, it was good meeting you, Daniel.”

“Same, Kaylee. Good luck on your book.” I took my bag and coat, but left my Matcha Latte and walked out of the coffee shop. I exhaled and mourned the realization that Kaylee and I weren’t meant to be.

* * *

I wanted to sulk in my bedroom, but I had a Guild meeting to attend to. As I entered our study room in the library, everyone else acted like it was a normal Sunday.

“Are we ready to start?” Antonio asked.

Everyone nodded.

Antonio banged the gavel on the table. “I call this meeting of the Secret Guild of Body Swappers to order. Old Business. Aiden and Ella. Who's got updates?”

Jasmine raised her hand and stood up. “So I went out with Lauren last night, but I stopped by Delta house before leaving. Get this. Lauren says New Aiden stops by, like, every night to visit Ella. She says they’re definitely fucking.”

“Did you bump into either of them?” I asked, imagining the worst.

“No, I didn’t.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I worried what A2 would do to Jasmine.

“Have any Deltas interacted with her?” Morgan asked.

“No. She’s keeping to herself. And Aiden.”

Antonio asked, “Has anyone interacted with New Aiden?”

Nobody raised their hand.

“So what do we do?” Gabriel asked.

“We have to swap them back,” Jasmine implored.

“How do we swap them back without outing ourselves?” Gabriel replied.

“What if we didn’t reveal our identities?” I asked. 

“Maybe cover them with hoods and force their hands together, then escape in the confusion, kinda like D did originally,” Gabriel suggested

“That’s called kidnapping,” Antonio admonished. “And they would still think Jasmine was behind it all. So, that’s a hard no.”

“And I didn’t put hoods on them,” I corrected. “But they were drunk.”

“Then we’ll get them drunk again,” Gabriel said, shrugging his shoulders. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“How do we do that?” Morgan asked.

“What if we enlisted some former members?” Sydney offered. “They could claim it was them all along, and maybe take the heat off of Jasmine.”

“Yeah, Jackson and Sarah are still local,” Jasmine pointed out.

“Robert?” I asked.

“Good luck getting Robert to help us,” Jasmine said, crossing her arms. “We’re not exactly on good terms.”

Antonio was shaking his head.

“I still think we need to ask them,” Morgan countered. “They’re not hurting anyone.”

“Yet,” Gabriel replied.

“We can’t even kidnap them without revealing our identity. Or get them drunk. How are we going to ask them?” Jasmine questioned.

Groans and sighs of resignation filled the room.

“We could just ask them - as ourselves.” I suggested. Everyone started shaking their heads. “I know it's a risk. Maybe they’ll keep our secret.”

“No way,” Morgan immediately replied. “Even if we could trust Ella, I don’t trust Aiden at all.”

“Motion to table until we come up with new ideas,” Jasmine recommended.

“Seconds?” Antonio asked.

“Second,” Gabriel replied.

“Voice vote. All in favor?”

We all said our Ayes.

“Motion to table passes. New Business?” Antonio asked, looking around.

“Yes.” Morgan said, standing. She opened up her bag. “Pepper spray.” She tossed a canister of pepper spray to Jasmine and one to Sydney.

“Thanks,” Jasmine said sarcastically.

“You’ll thank me if Aiden or Ella come looking for you,” Morgan replied. “Men, do you want one? I’ve got extra.”

I raised my hand. “You never know.”

Morgan handed me one. 

“How does this work?” I asked, rotating it in my hand, never having held one before.

“Careful there,” Sydney advised. “Or else you’re going to spray yourself with it.”

“You aim it at an attacker instead of using a magic swapping stone,” Morgan deadpanned.

I smirked at her sass. “Ha-ha. Thanks.”

“Aim and spray,” Gabriel elaborated. “I remember taking a self-defense class a few years ago. My begged my mother. I was surprised she said yes.”

“Not a bad idea,” I said to myself.

* * *

After the meeting was over, I decided to ask Morgan about Chloe. “Hey, Morgan,” I said, catching up with her. 

“What’s up Daniel?”

“I met a girl who is looking for me to set her up with a lesbian. I thought of you. Since you’re single.”

She raised her eyebrow. “Is she a top, bottom, switch?”

“I don’t know - I think she’s experimenting.”

Morgan sighed. “I dunno. I don’t like being an experiment. I want a real relationship, you know? I’ve had my share of girls who used me to figure out they were straight.”

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t think-”

She put her hand on my shoulder. “What’s her name? Is she cool?”

“Chloe. And, yeah.”

“Then I’ll take her on a date. Assuming I’m still Morgan at that time. Hell - it might be you taking Chloe on that date,” she giggled.

“That would be awkward,” I replied. Then my mind wandered back to how unfulfilled I felt having the wrong equipment last night. Being Morgan with Chloe would give me a second chance. But honestly I wasn’t feeling it. I was still reeling from being hung up on Kaylee.

“Do you want to give her my number or give her number to me?”

I pulled out my phone and found the contact labeled “Six” and gave Morgan Chloe’s number.

“Thanks, D,” she smiled. “How are things going in exile?”

I considered telling Morgan about my evening with Chloe, but I didn’t want to give her any preconceived notions. And I definitely wasn’t going to mention Kaylee. So I just shrugged my shoulders. “Two days down, five to go, right?”

“Right. You know, D, you’re not grounded. You just can’t swap. You’re allowed to do things. Hell, you’re allowed to come visit.”

“Just not tomorrow after class,” I giggled, knowing what happens on Mondays.

Morgan laughed. “No, I don’t think Lauren will appreciate an audience. Or a threesome. But I’m serious. Daniel is allowed to be friends with us outside of Guild meetings. Perhaps you would like to join us on a shopping trip.”

“By join us you mean drive you, right?”

She looked at me with a hurt expression. “No. We can take the bus if you want. I meant I enjoyed spending that afternoon with you. When you were me. I got the impression you enjoyed it too.”

I smiled. “Maybe. Sure. I’d love to. Just let me know when you’re all going.”

“Good,” she replied. “You’re our friend, D. No matter what body you’re in.”