It was a sudden zap on my left wrist, like a very strong static electrical discharge. As I pulled my hand away from the pain, I realized that something was very off. I was in a daze as I realized that I was standing behind myself, looking up at my own body, too confused to say anything. The person that I had been only moments before gave me a wry smile over their shoulder and walked away. In confusion and shock, I slowly began to follow him.

As I walked, I began to notice more differences. My strides seemed to be shorter than I was used to and all of the world seemed to have grown 8 inches taller. I felt the breeze blowing back my long hair as I stepped outside, and I felt a bouncing on my chest with every step. But I was not able to make the connections just yet as I continued to follow the person I used to be.

He stopped, reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. They were my keys. He looked at them and then turned, waiting for me to catch up to him. As I approached, I looked up at him, looking into my own eyes for the first time. I assessed my former self from a third person perspective for the first time. I had been in my mid forties. Full head of hair, lean and fit. He was handsome, and dressed very well. He was very attractive in his expensive gray suit, and I began to notice a strange sensation in my stomach and between my legs.

"Where's my car?" he said, looking down at me. I looked around and saw that we were standing in a parking lot. I turned my head from side to side, scanning the cars until I saw a familiar black Mercedes. I pointed, not saying a word, just standing there with my mouth open. He pushed the button to unlock the doors and took another glance at me as he walked towards the car. I stood motionless as he walked away, but as he opened the door to get in, I yelled "WAIT!" He paused and looked back at me, taking inventory of me with his eyes as I slowly approached the car. "What the hell?" he said, "Why not? Go ahead, get in."

I ran to the passenger side in short, up and down steps, making a clicking sound on the pavement as I moved. I opened the door and sat down, feeling the cool leather of the seats on my bare ass. "You're going to have to start smoothing your skirt behind you when you sit down, Honey. Ladies always smooth their skirts when they sit." he said, an amused grin on his face. He started the car and looked at me, "which way?" he asked. I sat silent, looking at him dumbfounded with my mouth open. "To my house" he said, "which way to my house?" I began to speak, giving him directions to my former home as we drove, noticing that my voice was higher than I had remembered and somewhat flowery.

As we drove he explained my situation. "Sorry about this, but I'm sure you had it coming. Men like you forced me to take drastic measures. I'm intelligent. I'm creative. I have wonderful ideas and plans, but all you men ever saw was a great pair tits and a perfect ass. Well, those days are over...for me anyways. I saw a witch and she gave me something, a vial. Drink the vial, then touch the left wrist of the person whose life you want. You will become them and they will become you. You're probably still too confused to react to any of this. Don't worry, it will pass. It's a side effect of the transfer. You'll be fine in a day or two...mentally anyways, but you LOOK just fine now." He traced my body again with his eyes and another smile came to his lips.

He parked the car in the driveway of my home and got out. I sat there alone for a moment, trying to process what I had been told, but the full scope of this new reality just could not take hold in my mind. `It's a side effect of the process,' he had said. He opened the passenger door and extended his hand toward me, not saying a word. I took his hand and he helped me out of the car. I walked to the door, following behind him as he fumbled with the keys trying to find the one to unlock the door. He looked at me, offering the keys and not saying a word. I took the keys, selected the copper front door key and unlocked the lock. He ushered me in and closed the door behind himself, scanning the house and dropping the keys into the pocket of his suit coat. "Not bad" he said as he looked around the house "I seem to have done quite well for myself." He turned to me and took inventory for a third time, "Where's The Little Woman?" he asked. I silently shook my head, no. "Well then, let's see the bedroom."

I walked to the bedroom, still in a daze as he sauntered behind. "If these walls could talk, eh?" he said as he stepped behind me, throwing his sport coat onto a chair next to the dresser. He guided me towards the full length mirror and turned me to face it. It was the first time that I had seen the change that had occurred. I stood about 5'5", long brown hair, my body was shapely, curvaceous but not heavy. I wore a pleated skirt and a black sweater , with a pair of black, 4" pumps. "I must be even shorter without these heels" I thought, realizing that I was beginning to assess my observations again.

He reached to my sides as he stood behind me and pulled the sweater up my body. I pliantly raised my arms allowing him pull my top off over my head. He then unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders, exposing my breasts for the first time. I was entranced and slowly moved my hands to my chest. I touched and cupped my breasts lightly. They were soft, natural tits that spilled out of my petite hands as I lifted them. "They are a great pair of tits" he said, observing my self discovery as he unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

I turned and faced him, now wearing only the heels and a pink lace thong. He stepped back and looked me over again, smiling devilishly. Without saying a word he undressed. By now I could see the penis I had been so proud of protruding from his body. His chest had sparse, trimmed hair, and his stomach was firm and fit. My eyes locked on the erect cock and my lips parted in shock. I felt an urge growing inside me, a physical response to my female body releasing hormones in a sexual situation. I felt warm between my legs, and wet.

He stepped toward me, knelt down and pulled my thong off my hips and around my ankles. I stepped out of the thong and he tossed it aside, then he rose to his feet as I sat on the edge of the bed and looked him in the eyes. He stepped towards me and knelt again, this time between my legs, parting my knees with his hands and moving his face towards my pussy. "Every woman deserves to be eaten first" he said, "besides, it's the least I can do to make it up to you!" With that he kissed me on my pussy lips and I lay back softly.

He kissed my labia gently several times, and licked my lips from bottom to top. The feeling was indescribably wonderful. He paused momentarily and as I leaned forward I saw him smile as he parted my lips with his fingers. A familiar aroma filled the room, the musk of a woman aroused, her pussy wet and ready for sex. "This was always my favorite part" he said, as he slid two fingers inside me and moved his lips to my clit. My head snapped back onto the bed and my back instinctively arched as he began to suck and his fingers curled upwards inside of me.

The sensations were amazing and overwhelming. The feeling of his tongue and lips sucking on my clit sent electrical currents through out my body, while the spot inside my pussy he was massaging made me feel wetter and warm. I could think of nothing other than the pleasure that I was experiencing. I was a woman laying in the bed that I had woken up in this morning as a man, while the person who had stolen my body was between my legs sucking my new femininity and probing inside this body with his fingers. But I couldn't think of that. All that I could experience was the sensations I was feeling.

Soon I became aware of a feeling of tension building in the core of my body. Each lick, each stroke, each added to the pressure. My legs folded upwards, my toes curled, my arms tensed and my back arched as strain forced my eyes shut and my teeth to clench. I could feel the breaking point nearing, the stress driving me to the edge. And then the damn broke.

I reflexive let out a loud, long groan as the orgasm exploded inside me and lightening coursed through my entire body. My legs shook and my core convulsed. My face went limp and my mind went blank. The musky smell emanating from my pussy became stronger than ever and time disappeared. My entire being had become ecstasy and in that moment all I knew was pleasure.

I don't know how long the feeling lasted, but as I became aware of the world around me again, I saw that he had stood up and was holding what used to be my dick. He slowly rubbed his hand back and forth on the shaft as he moved to the bed and began to climb towards me. "My turn," he said, as he moved between my open legs. I slid upwards on the bed and reclined onto the pillow, knowing what was coming next. He knelt on the bed, spreading his legs and forcing my legs further apart as well. "Now I get to enjoy what you men are so obsessed with," he said victoriously, as he slid the head up and down my vulva.

He tilted the head downwards, aimed at the entrance to my femininity and drove it inside of me with one firm, long stroke. The feeling was different, but still good. I felt full and stretched. I also felt and emotional connection, as if I were complete and that an emptiness had been driven away. He leaned forward on top of me, and we were eye to eye as he began to slide in and out of my body. His eyes closed and his face began to contort as he took me. I stared at his face, mesmerized by observing the pleasure that pumping into my body was giving him. I felt the pressure begin to build inside me again, but it ended as soon as it began.

He pushed his cock deep inside me and stayed there as his eyes clenched and he let out several grunts. I could feel him pulsing inside me as he collapsed on top of me, knowing that he was filling me with cum. As he lay on top of me I smiled, realizing that although I had not had another orgasm, I had given him the ultimate feeling of pleasure, and it made me feel beautiful, sexy and feminine.

He rolled off of me and lay on his back next to me for a moment catching his breath and staring at the ceiling. He sat up, swung his legs over the edge of the bed, stood up and walked over to the pile of my clothes on the floor. "Don't worry," he said as I propped myself up on my arms to see him "you're on the pill." With that he picked up my clothes and dropped them on the bed next to me and then put on the pants I had been wearing that morning.

I dressed in silence, taking note of how pretty it made me feel to slide my lacy thong over my legs and to bear up my breasts into my matching bra. Once dressed we took a silent ride back to the scene of the crime which transformed me forever. He stopped in front of an older, green compact car and pointed. "That's you," he said,"keys are in your purse." I took out the key ring and silently got out of the car. "There's no undoing this," he added, as I turned to close the door. "Sorry, but this is how it is and there's no going back. Accept it and move on." I looked at him and smiled. "Why would I want to undo this?" I asked, closing the door and walking to my car.

I went to her home and assumed her life, but quickly began to make changes. After a year I started an online lingerie website where women could order custom lingerie at reasonable prices. I developed an app for smart phones that allowed women to securely send sexy pictures to their men, but without being able to have them downloaded or uploaded to websites later. My business took off and within a couple of years I was able to enjoy the fruits of my wealth and success.

I had many lovers, men and women, whoever I desired. I learned to use my feminine gifts to seduce whoever I wanted and to extract pleasure from them, and also to give them pleasures which drove them wild. I became a notorious love goddess, and I took particular pride in seducing straight women. Married women and inexperienced coeds are my favorites, and I take as much pleasure in showing them the wonders that their bodies are capable of feeling as I do from having them send me to orgasmic bliss.

I checked in on him about a year ago, five years now since he had stolen my life. He had gotten five years older, lost the job I had worked as him and was living off of the wealth he had attained by stealing my life. Alcohol was driving him to an early grave and gold diggers were robbing him blind.

Too bad for him. I had definitely gotten the better end of the deal!