Happy as I can

I can’t believe I’m actually in this position now.

One year ago I was a plain nobody, a man without ambition or desires. I was just another piece of the system; at least until I met Chloe.

She came like a storm and demanded her… his body back. The thing was that, according to the evidence she presented, we have had our bodies swapped when we were toddlers as part of some weird experiment. Obviously everything sounded nuts; however, with the presence of the medics that did the procedure testifying, the result was even crazier.

We swap bodies again. Call me paranoid, but with how easy and fast it was, I bet this was still part of the experiment, but I don’t care. This, this is how it should have always been and I have no doubts inside me.

I know it by the pleasure I feel when I’m treated as a woman. I know it when I wear a dress and high heels. I know it when I feel a man’s touch on my soft and weak body. I know it when I smell the cum of my lovers in my face. Even now, as my tongue follows the throbbing and hot erection of a salty penis, I can feel it. This sweet pleasure I would have never experienced as a man. I can smell it, I can taste it, I can feel it, my whole self tells me this is right, this is who I have always been and I like it.

I want to keep sucking penis. I want the cum of my lovers all over me. I want to feel these hot rods inside my little pussy. Ah, now that I am finally myself, I’ll be as happy as I can.