Date: Wed, 7 May 2008 13:01:52 -0700
From: HM
Subject: Second Chance

"How badly do you want to cheat death?" He asked me. My mind was reeling,
trying to take in all the circumstances that had just come to pass. I had
died, pointlessly - hit by a car when I didn't look both ways. In my last
fleeting moments I made a desperate plea for another chance, another shot
at living. As my life ebbed away I found myself face to face with a
ethereal being who's form I could not begin to describe. The
anthropomorphic and indescribable being smiled at me, if you could call it
that. "How badly do you want to cheat death?" He asked me.

I told him I wanted to live, whatever it took, I wanted to keep living. He
told me my life was over, and that my only chance would be to take over the
life of someone who was about to die. the price for this would be the
equivalent of ten years of torment in the afterlife. Faced with eternity,
ten years of pain didn't seem that long, and I so wanted to live out a full
life. I agreed. He told me that there was only one person who was about to
die at the exact second that my life had terminated. Was I certain that I
wanted to take the remainder of this person's life? I panicked. Death
seemed to be a terrifying abyss seeping up around my feet.

I said yes.

He told me to enjoy the rest of my adopted life.

I woke up. At first I thought that it had all been a dream, that I hadn't
died at all. then, however, I opened my eyes. I did not recognize the room
around me. My memories of death were sharp in my mind as I looked around. I
brought my hand up in front of my face, verifying that it was not my hand
at all. It was smaller, more slender and soft. So it was true, I had taken
over the life of someone who was now dead. A combination of dread and
relief washed over me and I passed out.

It was some time later that I came to again. Something woke me up, a
sensation of pleasure and joy brought me out of my stupor. An exquisite
sensation was running from my groin up to the rest of my body. I sighed and
shifted my weight on the mattress. I felt a wet, probing pleasure coming
from between my legs that I had never felt before. It felt so good, I
moaned softly as I opened my eyes. I noticed three things at once: My voice
was soft and gentle, there was someone's face between my legs, and there
were a pair of firm breasts between me and my stomach.

It dawned on me - I had become a female. I hadn't really thought of that
eventuality before. If I hadn't been so distracted by the pleasure I was
receiving I might have felt fear or hesitation. But everything felt so good
I didn't care, and I was so grateful to be alive that any physical
sensation was a joy to me. The figure between my thighs detached himself.
It was a young man, and he was grinning broadly. "Good morning."  he said
as he slid up towards me. I couldn't think of anything to say in return. He
was suddenly on top of me and my legs were spread beneath him, my heels
resting on the back of his calves.

I felt his cock resting on my crotch, which seemed to feel like a wet
puddle. He slid his dick up nd down over the slit that I now possessed. The
head of his member found the moist opening to my pussy. Carefully he angled
himself to it and pushed foreword. There was so much moisture that it took
little effort, and soon I felt the alien sensation of having a cock slide
up inside my body, spreading and stretching me. After a few cautious
strokes to let us adjust, he began fucking me at a steady rhythm.

I was overwhelmed at what I was feeling. On one hand I was thrown into a
scenario I would previously found repulsive, but on the other hand I had no
idea who I was or what was going on - and everything felt so good. Without
thinking I started bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts as my hand came
up to grip his muscular back. I started whimpering as he pumped into me.
One of his hand came up to play with my tits. I felt his fingers squeeze my
breasts and play with the sensitive nipples. My pleasure nearly doubled at
this manipulation of my chest. My neglected tit was jiggling and bouncing
with each thrust, which was a sensation I had never known before. My lover
took one of my nipples into his mouth as he continued to drive into me.

I felt fantastic, so alive. A wonderful extacty began building up inside
me, running through every nerve in my body and bubbling to the surface.
Suddenly it exploded from within me, and I felt my first orgasm as a
woman. It was incredible and powerful, my body shaking and quivering as it
washed over me. I had never felt a pleasure so complete before, and I
moaned loudly as I was racked with its energy. I jerked uncontrollable as
the second and third wave of it slapped me. When I finally stopped cumming
I was gasping for breath and sweat was running down my face and glistening
off my tits.

I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt, and I was starved for more. I
grabbed my lover and rolled over, getting him to cooperate and roll with
me. I was now on top, and I wasted no time in getting back to business. I
started to ride him as hard as I could. I experimented with bouncing up and
down vs. grinding my hips into him. While I was amused as how much my tits
danced as i bounced, I found grinding more pleasurable since it rubbed my
clit against the base of his cock. My boobs swayed rhythmically as I moved
this man's dick inside of me.

Both his hands came up to hold my chest in place as he paid due attention
to fondling my tits. It wasn't long before I felt another orgasm
approaching. Shivering with delight I came again, even more deeply than
before. So this was the joy of multiple orgasms. It was certainly a
improvement over the singular, final one I had as a man. My vocalizations
were frantic and desperate as I went through my second climax.

Just as the spasms of orgasm were dying down I felt my over flip me over
again. I found myself on my back for a second time, but now he took my legs
and positioned them over his shoulders He drove into my cunt fiercely as I
clutched my pert breasts to my chest. I pinched and rubbed my nipples as he
held my knees in place, shagging me hard. I was practically screaming now,
lost totally in sensation. I closed my eyes and felt him banging into my
canal, penetrating deep inside me. It was so wonderful that I had
temporarily forgotten everything.

The man grunted and drove as deep into me as he could. His breath was
ragged and uneven, and I felt his cock tense up and begin to pulse. Jet
after jet of hot goo was squeezed into me as he desperately strove to keep
pumping into my slit. It seemed like ages before he stopped shooting his
load into my box, and with final gasp he collapsed on top of me, pinning me
to the bed. I could feel his heart pounding madly against me as my tits
were squashed into his chest, and my own heart was racing as well.

Eventually he rolled off of me, and I felt his dick slurp out of my used
cunt with a wet pop. A small stream of jizz leaked out of me and run down
my ass. We both tried to catch our breath after the brief but energetic
session of fucking. After an eternity I got up and went towards the
bathroom that was joined to the bedroom. Once inside I sat on the toilet
and let the rest of the cum drip out of me in a sloppy mess. Once I had
done my best to clean that area up, and took a few tentative steps towards
the bathroom mirror.

I looked in the mirror, finally seeing what I looked like in my new life. I
was perhaps twenty-five years old. I had dark brown hair and pale hazel
eyes. My skin was smooth and creamy, with just little bit of a tan. My body
ws athletic and slim, with pert and jutting breasts and irresistibly round
hips. My face was youthful and sensual, with full lips and an energetic
expression. Somehow I knew my name was Claire, that I lived in New York
city, where I worked, how I had arranged my apartment, and that the man I
had just let fuck me was named Jeremy - everything I needed to know to
carry on this life.

I exhaled loudly. So this was it, I was to live out the rest of my life as
a attractive woman. I didn't know what to think. Was I to be grateful I
wasn't dead? Was I to feel cheated? I remembered the pleasures I had just
experienced. Well, this life wasn't what I would have chosen, but I was
stuck with it. When I died again I had years of pain to look foreword to,
so I might as well get all the enjoyment out of this second chance I
could. I knew that it would take no time at all to adjust to being a woman,
and it would be a new experience all the way. The perverse eroticism of the
situation spurred me on. I felt a nagging suspicion that I was going to
come to enjoy all the benefits of being a sexy young woman...

Ten years later...

The years had been fairly kind to me. My hedonistically physical lifestyle
had kept me fairly active, though I had put on a few pounds. I carried my
weight well though, and it only made me more sensual rather than athletic.
I soon found that being a promiscuous young woman was fun, but there were
just as many opportunities for fun as a sexual woman in her thirties who
still had a killer body. I had no shortage of lovers, and I never even
thought bout my previous life, nor did I wonder how the Claire would have
lived her life had she had the chance. I was far too distracted for such
hypothetic thoughts....