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One September day as I was flipping through a Men's Health magazine I came

upon a very interesting ad. "Ever wonder what it would be like to be someone

else? Well now you can." It's not as though I ever had self esteem issues or

was unhappy in my own skin, but this had me very curious. I logged on to

their website to see what it was all about. The same slogan graced their

homepage in large letters. The New Experience Institute apparently was a

firm that specialized in recreational use of technology that can manipulate

memories and consciousness. My first thought was "Total Recall", but I kept

reading. I clicked on the "about us" tab. There was a short description of

the company's history along with it's founder, neurologist Max Klein. It

proceded then to explain how the program works.

"Have you ever wanted to experience life as someone else? Today, through

innovative technology and research, we can bring that experience to you. We

do it by bringing two people who are mutually agreeable to sharing

experiences and transfer their consciousness to each other. The transfer is

intended to be temporary and designed to give people a very unique view of

the world, through someone else's eyes. It has been used to give paraplegics

the ability to temporarily walk again. Difficulty corporate and

international negotiations have been facilitated. And it has even saved

marriages by allowing couples to literally walk a mile in each other's

shoes. Friends or even total strangers can share experiences. This is beyond

vitrual reality. This is a completely revolutionary opportunity. Don't

hesitate to try it for yourself."

Below there were several testimonials which were quite fascinating. I found

a link that said "Get started" and followed it. As one could expect, a

technology like this was not cheap. Base packages started at around $5000. I

stopped here and decided to sleep on it, a proposition which proved more

difficult than I'd anticipated. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I've been

successful. I've got plenty of money saved up and also some vacation time in

the near future. I got up and went back online. I clicked once again on the

"Get started" link and began entering my profile. Once the basic information

was entered I noticed a drop down menu with several choices related to who

to share with. I thought for awhile and could not come up with anyone I

wanted to do this with, so I click on "anonymous". I was asked several more

profile type questions that the computer would use to match me with someone

else who was intersted in the opportunity. Then I closed the window and

there was nothing to do but wait for a response.

The suspense lasted a few days, but ultimately wore off and I was back to my

usual activity. About three days later I received an email saying that I had

a match and would I be willing to undertake a completely anonymous transfer?

I replied yes, and booked the appointment for the next month. I scheduled

myself two weeks of vacation to coincide with the two weeks I had planned to

be inhabiting someone else's body.

The day of the transfer finally came, and I drove downtown in Santa Monica

where the firm was located. The instructions said to bring only yourself. I

checked in and was told to have a seat in the waiting room. I was alone.

Perhap they scheduled my "other" to come at a different time so it could

remain anonymous. After a few minutes I was taken back into a room similar

to a medical examination room. Shortly, thereafter, I was greeted by a

smiling gentleman in his early thirties who introduced himself as Martin

Jenner, a physician assistant. He proceded to take me through a brief

medical questionaire, including history of psychiatric or emotional

problems, substance abuse, prior brain surgery, medication allergies and

etc. I was a healthy 28 year old guy, and was honestly able to answer no to

all of the above.

"It seems you're the ideal candidate for our program," he said. "I know

you're going to ask how this works, so I'll just tell you. We put two

individuals in adjacent rooms and using a combination of positron emission

imaging, hypnosis and electrical stimulation we are able to upload part of

your consciousness on our computer system and imprint it on to your

counterpart. Now as you can imagine that would require a massive amount of

memory. That is why we only do a partial transfer. We upload personality,

recent memories and basically anything active that would allow you to

function for a short term in another person's body. During this time you

would not be able to access certain old memories. It's like loading a

portion of your music library onto an iPod. We also do not remove your

consciousness from your brain, but rather we inactivate it. So the essence

of who you are, but not necessarily your entire experience is copied onto

another vessel. In this case, another person. The deactivation process is

not complete, so, you may occasionally experience the other person's latent

or distant memories. This can be disorienting, because they have no context,

so it's best just to ignore them. Upon completion of the time you have

signed up for, you return here and we reverse the process."

"Are there risks?" I asked.

"Theoretically, yes," he replied. "But we've never had any problems. The

potential complications are that the transfer could be incomplete and that

two people could end up living in one body. The other major complication

that could happen is that you could end up an empty vessel, or a vegetable.

But again, I have no knowledge of that ever happening. This technology was

developed in the early 90s by the CIA for use in espionage, and we've

adapted it and perfected it for clinical and recreational use. So are you

still willing to go through with this?"

"Absolutely," I exclaimed.

He handed me a clipboard with a consent form. It basically stated that I

understood the risks and that the company was not liable for things that

might happen to my body while in the hands of someone else.

"The law acknowledges this technology as legitimate and if you do something

crazy or irresponsible such as amputating limbs or reckless behavior causing

bodily injury, you can be tried for battery. We acknowledge that accidents

happen, but please be respectful and responsible for the body in your care.

She has also requested that you not smoke. I noticed that you are also a

non-smoker, so hopefully this will not be an issue. Also there will be

someone available 24 hours a day if there are any problems."

I signed.

"I bet you want to know about the person whose life you will be living for

the next two weeks."

"I can't wait," I said.

"Stephanie Casey. 25 years old. She sells real estate. Most of what you need

to know about her to get by is in this." And he handed me a version of her

profile.

*I'm going to be a woman,* I thought. I had never really considered this,

but now I was both nervous and excited. This will be a completely new

experience. I scanned the page and learned about what car she drove, where

she lived, whether or not she had pets and many other details of everyday

life.

Martin got up and said, "I'm going to leave you to review that for a few

minutes. If you can think of anything else she needs to know about your

life, please write it down."

I went over her profile carefully and found it to be informative enough. I

wondered what mine looked like. What they had put in and left out. I hoped

that she had enough information about my life, yet I couldn't think of

anything to add that hadn't been in my online profile.

Twenty minutes later he returned and motioned for me to follow him. The sign

on the door said "Procedure Room". It was sterile white and there was a

glass lined control booth in the corner and a large donut shaped device

which I took to be the scanner. The walls were lined with electronic

equipment and computer banks. An assistant placed an IV in my left wrist and

injected something. I was positioned into the scanner and noticed a

multicolored picture of my brain on the monitor.

Then someone else walked in. He was tall and wearing a white coat. He

introduced himself as Dr. Klein. He asked me how I felt and if I was ready.

I said I was and people started busily setting up. Dr. Klein slipped behind

the glass booth and disappeared. I figured that it must connect to the other

room where Stephanie was. The tech connected some electrodes to my forehead

and temples and fitted me with a set of what seemed like VR glasses and

headphones. He also placed a blood pressure cuff and EKG leads.

Something else was injected into my IV and I felt a warm sensation and a

mild euphoria come over me. Soothing music was coming through the headphones

and in my VR goggles I could see random patterns of flashing lights. I could

feel myself getting sleepy. The next thing I remember is hearing voices

asking me if I could hear them. I said yes, and the goggles were removed. I

looked around at and found myself in a similar white room, but it was a

mirror image.

"Try to relax," I was told. So I just laid there and waited to get my

composure. After a few minutes I was lifted to a sitting position and I felt

soft, long hair touching my back. I brushed it away and then realized it was

mine. I grabbed a handful and held it in front of my face. I had long curly

hair. I touched my face and felt no stubble. My hands moved down onto my

chest where they found an ample pair of breasts.

It worked, I thought.

"Can I see a mirror?" I asked. My voice was different. Higher pitched.

Feminine. I looked at my arms and legs. I was wearing a pair of incredibly

tight, but incredibly comfortable skinny jeans. I could feel them snug

around my calves and ankles. I could see my small bare feet dangling off the

table. I wiggled my toes and found that they worked. I focused for the next

minute on the sensations of my new body. Normally when I wear tight pants I

have to constantly adjust my manhood to get comfortable. There was no penis

here. It was an incredibly odd feeling. I also noticed that I was wearing a

thong. That was an interesting, but not unpleasant sensation.

I was helped to a stand and steadied my legs. I was shorter. I wasn't sure

by how much, but it was definitely noticeable. There was a full length

mirror on the wall and I was led up to it. I stared blankly at the person on

the other side. My first observation: she was gorgeous. One of the most

beautiful women I'd ever seen. Her hair was medium brown with blonde

highlights, curly and long to mid back. She had piercing green eyes and full

red lips. Her makeup was perfect. She was wearing a simple, fitted, black

top and the jeans I mentioned before. I could feel myself getting aroused,

but then I remember that I was looking at myself.

They handed me my shoes, which were 5 inch platform heels. I hoped they

hadn't turned off the part about how to walk in heels. I slipped them on and

took a few steps. I was initially shaky, but caught on quickly.

I spent the next several hours in one of their exam rooms, getting used to

her body with its smaller size and different shape. They clinicians

performed a battery of tests to make sure everything was safe and in good

working order. They did a complete neurologic exam and asked me several

questions about distant memories both mine and hers. True to their

expectation, I wasn't able to remember much before a couple months ago. Some

stronger memories remained, but when asked to remember the name of my fifth

grade teacher, I didn't even remember ever being in fifth grade. I would

occasionally get a notion or a feeling of something unfamiliar, which I

attributed to repressed host memories, and, as instucted, I would ignore

them. Finally they discharged me and gave me clearance to drive. I never met

my other self.

It was about 4 pm. I walked to the parking lot and found her car where I'd

been told it would be. It was a silver-grey Audi TT convertible. A good

girly car, I thought. Perfect. I hope I can drive in heels. I sat in the

drivers seat and turned the key. The GPS came on and I selected "Home". That

familiar voice came on telling me to turn right. I lowered the ragtop and

tied back my hair and started home. As I drove I focused on all of the

individual sensations that I was experiencing in a woman's body.

She lived in a small, two bedroom house in Calabasas. It was an expensive

area. The house was nice, very well kept. I pulled into the garage and

turned the car off. I took a slow tour around the house and backyard. It was

cozy. She had a good size bedroom with a huge walk-in closet. I spent some

time there seeing what she had for clothes. She had tons. She was clearly a

fashion nut. I never really followed fashion, but I know what looks good,

and everything here looked good. I was starting to get aroused again. *Time

to play dress-up*, I thought. *But first, I want to see what you look like

naked*.

I untied my hair and pulled off my shirt. I was wearing a black bra, and it

was not padded. I took it off and stared at the perfect breasts before me in

the mirror. I wondered why I wasn't getting an erection and then remembered

that I didn't have a penis. I looked at the tag on the bra and it was a 36C.

The shirt was XS. I really struggled to get the jeans off. They were so

tight that I had to be creative to remove them. I didn't finally succeed and

continued to stare at myself in the mirror wearing nothing but a black

thong. Damn, I had a nice body. The tag on the jeans said size 2. I slipped

my panties off and only then realized that I had no pubic hair. I had always

liked the look of a smooth pussy. I reached down and touched my mound. So

smooth. So soft. I was getting very aroused. With one hand I caressed my

bare breasts and with the other I found my clitoris. I stroked it gently at

first and then more forcefully until I came with such a shudder that I

nearly collapsed on the floor. *I think I'm going to enjoy this*, I thought.

I pulled myself together, put my bra and panties back on and made for the

closet. I was determined to try on everything she had in there. I noticed a

camera on the dresser, and found a tripod nearby. I wanted to get pictures.

Maybe I could email them to myself for later enjoyment after this whole

thing was over. I started trying on clothes. Everything looked fabulous. I

was on outfit number 5, which was a lacy top and a low cut denim miniskirt,

when I heard the doorbell ring.

My heart skipped a beat. *What now?* I thought. *Just try to act natural,

most likely they won't notice anything. *

I swung the door open. Standing there was a guy, in his mid twenties with

short, dark brown hair, and wearing a football jersey. He was good looking,

with an athletic build and dark eyes. I figured I was a 5'7", and with heels

I had been wearing all day, he had to be about 6'1".

"Hi," I said, trying to hide the fact that I had no idea who this was.

He smiled and stepped forward. Before I knew it his arm was around my waist

and he kissed me full on the lips. I tried to resist the urge to resist. I

kissed back slightly. He let go and I invited him in.

"You look great," he said. "You wanna go out to eat?"

"Sure," I said. This was going to be awkward. "Where are we going?"

"Don't worry about," he replied. "It'll be a surprise."

"I hope it's not going to be with tons of people," I said.

"No, just you and me."

Somehow, I had to figure out what his name was.

He took me to a local restaurant where, I gathered, we had eaten several

times before. The waiter knew us. The food was great. Throughout dinner I

found myself thinking back to that kiss. So this is what its like to kiss a

man, I thought. I wondered what sex felt like from a woman's standpoint.

After all, know one will ever know it was really me in there.

We took a walk after dinner, and I held his arm in an attempt to try to be

sweet. When we got back to her place, he walked me to the door and leaned in

to kiss me goodnight. I pulled him inside the house and kissed him as deep

as I'd ever kissed a woman. We locked tongues for what seemed like a hour.

His hands found my breasts and butt. We moved back to the bedroom and tore

each other's shirts off. I was very wet. I put my hands down his pants and

stroked his member with fervid intensity. He took his pants off and then

pulled off my skirt and underwear. I felt him slight his cock deep inside me

and again and again and again. It was amazind. So this is what a woman feels

like. I came. Then I came again, and again. Women can have multiple orgasms,

I remembered. Then I fell down on the bed, exhausted. After snuggling a

while he got up and got dressed.

"Sorry, I've got to go," he said. "Work comes too early."

"It's okay," I responded. "Thanks for dinner and the great sex."

I walked him to the door and then sat down to take stock of the day. I had

had my consciousness implanted into a woman. A smokin' hot woman. Then I had

just had sex with a man. And it was incredible. It was alot to take in.

I decided to send myself a text message.

You never mentioned that you had a boyfriend, I texted. No response.

I didn't currently have a girlfriend.

I was tired so I turned in for the night.

The next morning I woke up to birds chirping. I rolled out of bed and

showered. I brushed my beautiful hair and applied makeup with ease. *Good

thing I retained this skill*, I thought.

After breakfast I got started on the wardrobe. I must have tried on 50

outfits and it seemed I still had half to go. I finally settled on one to

wear out. It was a long grey tank with sequins and a pair of shiny, ankle

length, black leggings. I put on a pair of big hoop earrings and got in the

car. I drove around for a while just to feel the air on my face and when it

started to get dark I found a club that I had been to several times as

myself.

I stopped for a light dinner at a nearby restaurant and then went to the

front of the line where a bouncer was attending. It was clear that he didn't

know me, but I thought my looks might get me in. Sure enough, I was in. The

place was hopping. I had a few drinks and danced all evening. I got hit on

several times, and rejected every one. I tried not to feel bad for them,

because I knew how they felt. At last I went back home and went to bed.

My dreams were weird. They must have been from her subconscious, because

they were emotional, and disturbingly unfamiliar. I slept in til 10.

In the morning I went for a run, because I felt guilty that I hadn't

exercised yet. I had been entrusted with the beautiful body and I had to

take care of it.

I stayed in the rest of the day and tried on clothes. She had so many sexy

outfits.

We had done the transfer on Monday. By Thursday at noon I had tried on every

outfit she had. I was addicted. So I went to the mall. I spent several hours

shopping for clothes and shoes. I bought a few that I liked. We hadn't

talked about money, I assumed it was okay to spend some. As I was driving

home with my stash, I passed a hair salon. I pulled over and walked in. I

don't really know why, I just felt like making a change.

"Are you taking walk-ins?" I asked the receptionist.

"Of course. Have a seat," she said.

A few moments later a stylist got me a took me to her workspace.

"What can I do for you?" she asked.

"I'm thinking dark and straight," I said. I've always liked dark hair. And

it'll look great with these green eyes.

She took me to the sink to wash my hair. I haven't gotten this treatment

many times before and the scalp massage was exquisite. She took the color

and worked it into my locks and I sat and waited while it set. Then she

rinsed off the excess and started on straightening my hair. She used a

variety of chemicals and straightening irons to do the job, and after a

total of about an hour and a half I was finished. I stood up and looked in

the mirror. The hair was almost wastelength, and the color was perfect. She

told me she needed to trim the ends. I said okay and sat down in the styling

chair. She combed my hair straight down and trimmed the slightest bit off

the ends leaving it one length all over.

"It's missing something," I said.

"Bangs," she said.

"I think you're right," I replied.

"Do you want to do long and sideswept or straight and blunt?" she inquired.

"Blunt," I said.

She took front of my hair and combed it forward sectioning out a wedge

shaped section in from the top of my head to the temples on each side. She

pinned back the rest and took her scissors and severed it at eye level. A

handfull of super long hair fell to the floor. She then carefully trimmed it

to just below my eyebrows.

"Stunning," I exclaimed. I kissed her on the cheek, almost forgetting that I

was a girl too. My green eyes stood out more than ever. This haircut was

outstanding.

As I was leaving the shop my cell phone rang. Caller ID named Justin.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hi," he said. I recognized the voice of my, her, boyfriend. I finally knew

what his name was.

"Can I pick you up in an hour?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. I had know idea what he was planning.

I hurried home and changed into something more sexy, more evening worthy. I

chose a blue top with padded shoulders and a high waisted, black pencil

skirt. I finished off with a necklace and bangles.

The doorbell rang and I hurried to answer it. His jaw dropped to the floor.

"You look incredible!" he blurted.

"Keep it in your pants," I teased. "Aren't we going out?"

"Um, uh, yeah, sorry."

We went out for dinner and a movie, and I don't think he saw any of the

movie. He was staring at my hair all night.

"Why didn't you do this ages ago?" he finally asked.

"Just to keep you in suspense," I said with a wink.

I knew what was in store for the evening at home and I was looking forward

to it. After plenty of foreplay and rolling around we got naked. As he was

moving in for the kill I whispered, "You can stick it in my ass if you

like." That was all the invitation he needed. But I insisted that he use a

condom and lube generously.

This was a different sensation entirely. I'd never had anything in there

except what was meant to come out. It was a little uncomfortable at first,

but then it started to really feel good. I wasn't sure if it was possible to

orgasm this way or not, but I didn't. It was still great, and I got plenty

of stimulation from my hands.

He slept over that night. The next morning at breakfast he asked me again

about my hair. "Seriously," he implored, "what possessed you to suddenly

change your hair? I mean, it's definitely a change for the better, but what

gives?"

"I just felt like a change," I answered.

"Have you ever thought about cutting it shorter?" he asked.

"Not really," I said.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Forget I said that."

I didn't bring it up again and neither did he.

We spent the weekend together. Went to the beach, ate ice cream, went on

walks, flew kites, and had lots of sex. Sunday night came and he went back

to his place which was in Orange County.

I had been thinking about his comment. I'm sure I would look great with

short hair. I was a little afraid of what the real Stephanie would think.

Would she be mad? I almost felt like I had already gone too far. I felt a

little reassured that Justin was so into the idea, but still I hesitated.

I called him up to see what he was doing that night. He was free, so I was

determined to brave rush hour and drive down to his place.

I left home at about 4 o'clock and the same salon caught my eye. I couldn't

not stop. The bug was in me and it wasn't letting go. I stepped in and my

stylist was just finishing up with another customer. I waited and then was

eagerly received with a hug.

"Back so soon," she said. "Eveything alright?"

"Perfect," I said. "I love this cut, but decided I want to go shorter. This

was kind of testing the water."

"Shorter," she mused. "How much shorter are we talking?"

"Much," I replied. "Like pixie short."

"Are you sure?"

"No," I said, "but who ever is?"

She pulled the cape over my shoulders and slowly brushed my hair. "Last

chance to change your mind," she offered.

"Go for it," I said.

I heard the blades of her scissors come together at the base of my neck. She

held aloft a handful of 18" of hair and dropped it on my lap. I caught my

breath. She continued by grabbing small handfuls of hair and cutting them

within 3 inches of my scalp. This act was repeated again and again until

there was no long hair left. She then trimmed the sides and back to about an

inch and the top to no longer than 2.5 inches. She cut the bangs to

mid-forehead and left them a little choppy. Finally the cut was finished. To

style she wet and then blowdried my hair, mixing in mousse and touching it

up with a spritz of hairspray.

I've always liked short hair on women, but this was about this best I'd ever

seen. I looked like a million bucks. Smart, sweet, sexy, cute, and flirty

all in one.

I got back on the road and headed south on I-5. Traffic was pretty heavy,

but I made it there by about 6:30 pm. I had on an 80s inspired purple

jumpsuit with shoulder pads, a high waist with a wide black belt, and

tapered legs. I stepped out of my car and walked toward the front door. His

jaw dropped even farther when he saw me. With the attention I got I knew I

had made the right decision. We skipped dinner and went straight to

lovemaking. We barely slept that night.

I went hope the next morning and spent the day daydreaming and masturbating.

Justin was doing the same, no doubt. I didn't see him again until Thursday.

This had become quite the sexual experience for me. I couldn't stop thinking

about how to take it to the next level. I was walking through the aisles at

Rite Aid looking for cosmetics, when something caught my eye. I did a double

take and then just stared at it. It was a set of electric clippers.

*You bad girl,* I scolded myself.

I picked it up and got some razors and shaving cream and went home.

More masturbating.

The hair on her legs and pussy hadn't grown at all, she must have had it

lasered off. That wasn't what I needed the razors for.

Thursday night Justin came over. I told him I had a surprise. I handed him a

wrapped package and he tore it open. He gave me a puzzled glance.

"I want you to shave me smooth," I told him. I immediately saw him shift

uncomfortably in his pants.

"You don't need to ask me twice," he said.

We both stripped, and I led him to my bathroom. He plugged in the clippers

and switched them on. I was getting so wet that I it was pooling on my

chair. He placed the clippers at my forehead and pushed back. There was no

guard. A swath of white was left in its wake. Again and again he did it,

until there was nothing left but faint brown stubble. He moistened a towel

with hot water and placed it on my scalp. After this he lathered my head and

carefully removed all traces of hair and shaving cream.

I stood up. Bald. Naked. Sexy. Then I got on my knees and took his cock deep

within my mouth. He came and I swallowed every drop. My scalp was an

undiscovered erogenous zone for me. Everytime he touched it it drove me

crazy. We screwed all night.

Over the weekend I tried to do short bursts of tanning so that it wasn't so

white compared with the rest of my skin. I got away with no sunburns, and by

Sunday it looked just right. My hair was starting to grow in. It was coarse

like sandpaper. My scalp was still sensitive to touch and I was still easily

driven wild. I made him stay on Monday morning and shave me smooth again.

I had to be back at The New Experience Institute by 10 o'clock. He left for

work and I got ready to go back to being me. I wanted to dress in something

really feminine to soften the blow of the baldness. I picked a sleeveless

floral dress. I also put on some big dangly earrings and a matching

necklace.

I got several looks of surprise and some scoldings from the staff, but

everyone said I looked good, nonetheless. The reversal occurred in much the

same way. The IV sedative, the VR goggle, and hypnotic music. I woke up in

my own body. Somehow I felt different. Maybe just from the eye opening

experience of being in someone elses shoes. But something was different. I

didn't notice at first, because I was used to it, but when I went to use the

bathroom I noticed that I had no pubic hair. I had no body hair anywhere. I

was also wearing a thong. I looked in the mirror to see that it was really

me and it was. She had shaved me. I liked it.

After the battery of tests to make sure I was all there I made to leave.

"Do you want to meet Stephanie?" Martin Jenner asked.

"Yeah," I said without hesitation.

"Follow me," he said.

He took me into another room and there she was, bald and gorgeous. We shook

hands. Then I hugged her and said, "Thank you."

"Do you like your new haircut?" I asked.

"I do," she replied. "I never imagined it, but it really works. Thanks.

Besides after spending two weeks with your hair I was seriously thinking

about cutting it short anyway."

I blushed.

"I have a little surprise for you, too," she said.

"I noticed that you shaved my body hair off," I commented. "I probably would

have done that anyway, too."

"That's not the surprise, but I'm glad you like it," she said.

We talked for a few more minutes and then said goodbye.

I drove home in my SUV and took a few minutes to reorient myself to my old

life. Everything was much as I left it, but the was something new stuck to

the refridgerator. It was a brochure from Nu You Laser Center. I opened it

and out fell and note from Stephanie.

"You've been lasered. Your next treatment is in 8 weeks. You've paid for the

complete cycle. Steph."

So that's what she was talking about.

Just then I heard the doorbell ring. I swung it open and there stood a guy I

had never seen before. He was well dressed and good looking. Before I could

react he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. Having just been through this

I didn't recoil, but just went with it.

*Hmmm,* I thought. *Hell of a surprise*.

I pulled him inside and kissed him deeply. I reached my hands down his pants

and felt his smooth, hairless cock rigid and pulsating. I unzipped his

pants, knelt and took him fully in my mouth. I sucked and stroked and he

came with such force that I almost gagged. He returned the favor and I came

too. I turned around and let me take me from behind. This was much better

than anal sex as a woman. I came close to coming again when he came inside

of me. I was spent and we just laid there on the floor. I got up to use the

bathroom and I heard a text message notice. I picked up the phone and it was

from Stephanie.

Do you like your new boyfriend?

I texted back: He's very nice. How about a threesome?

Maybe, came her response.

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