Room with a view

Helen woke up with a start to find herself in an unfamiliar room. The room was small and cluttered, dirty laundry strewn on the floor. The walls were decorated with posters of girls in bikinis and the whole place reeked of stale sweat and the distinctive musk of teenage boy.  

She couldn’t figure out what had happened, she had gone to sleep in her own bed as normal and then she was here, it didn’t make sense.  She sat up trying to get her bearings and almost screamed as she saw her body was not her own. Her chest was broad and flat with no trace of her perky breasts, her body was long and lean, her pasty skin covered with coarse dark hair. Most shockingly instead of the soft mound of her pussy an erect penis rose from between her legs.

“What the fuck!” she yelled her voice cracking as she finds she is now a baritone “That’s a cock! Why the hell do I have a cock?”

She leapt from the bed as if trying to get away from it but of course it was attached, it bounces and slapped against her as she moved forcing her to hold it down.

“Ew,” she whined “what is wrong with this thing? Why won’t it go down?”

She has to admit it is a pretty nice one, not the biggest she’d seen but still it looked like it would get the job done. It twitched as if responding to her thoughts and she shuddered at the unfamiliar feeling. She tore her eyes from it and tried to focus on her situation, she rummaged through the junk until she found a mirror and gasped as she recognised her reflection. She was in the body of her neighbour Mark. She had caught the little creep peeping at her a couple of times but she had always thought he was harmless.

“Wait, if I’m Mark then where is he?”

She rushed to the window as it dawned on her where Mark could have got to. She looked across the narrow gap between their house into her own bedroom window. She saw herself or rather own body dressed in the skimpy halter top and short shorts she had bought on sale but never had the nerve to wear in public. She watches her body dancing around touching itself and giggling. It was disconcerting to see herself like that and she was embarrassed to find her current body responding to the show. Without really thinking about it she stroked herself, she was soon pumping her cock hard and fast. The feelings of arousal were much more focused and intense than she was used to and she found it impossible to hold back. She grunted as it pulsed in her grip as she climaxed, thick ropes of cum splashing against the wall and running down her hand. In her room she saw her body turn to face her with a smug expression on it’s face, she watched it pull down her top to flash her with her own tits then dropping the blind.

Through her embarrassment and confusion she heard Mark’s phone buzz and  picked it up to see a message addressed to her.

“Hi Helen hope you enjoyed the show. ” it read “Be sure and take good care of my body while I borrow yours. Don’t do anything silly like try and tell anyone and I’ll switch us back on Monday. In the mean time have fun, I know I will. Mark xxx”