Feeling how quickly a broken half-day's heart was knocking back, Aleksey felt a switch from the outside of the wall and a new light lit up in a bright light. This time, he did not scream, but, on the contrary, from shock and lack of air, he began to open and close his mouth like a fish. Or not “he”, but “she”? There could be no doubt: Natasha looked at Alexei from a mirror, until recently, so much and dearly loved by him.

The guy stretched out his arms. They were also female, familiar Natasha's hands. All moles coincided with the original. Terrified, he ran out into the corridor and began to look for the “self” of the present, or at least some explanation of what was happening. But everything was normal, and the arrangement of furniture, and a sleeping cat. From Alexey, the female silhouette was also reflected in the mirror surface of the cabinet, so there could be no doubt that he had become a woman. "Everything! Drink up! Or "drank herself ?!" he thought frantically.

- Whiskey! I drank whiskey! - Suddenly it dawned on him. Once again, frightened by his voice, the guy in the girl's body easily found an almost empty bottle in the bed and took a sip from it. A strong drink unusually severely burned the throat, and a burning sensation burned in the stomach for a few more seconds. No, it was clearly not his body! Hot drinks stopped irritating the boy's throat back in high school when internal organs got used to them. Natasha was almost non-drinking.

"Here it is, delirium tremens!" - Thought a frightened creature of indeterminate sex. It carried the unfinished bottle to the kitchen, and checked the current date and time on the computer itself. 03:11 01.01.2017. Everything was right. Even the shortcuts for the programs and games on the desktop were the same as yesterday.

Going to the only mirror in the apartment, which allowed you to look at yourself to his full height, Alexey admired himself, or rather the body of his former girlfriend. Even under a baggy T-shirt and jeans, her appetizing forms were visible. The face, although it was slightly sleepy and wrinkled, but still attracted by its good looks, plump lips and wide green eyes in surprise.

"Maybe I still sleep?" - He thought and slightly pinched himself for the sharp little Natasha nose, which he used to like so much to kiss. But to his horror, everything was real. Reaching the window, he saw in the twilight a few wavering observers, which confirmed the reality of what was happening.

Alexey returned to the mirror and, having massaged his temples, tried to judge calmly and soberly. He managed to do this with difficulty, his thoughts were tangled in his head, jumping on each other.

“So who am I?” - He began to think it out loud. There is no definitive answer to this question yet. Did he move on to the next one? - Where I am? At home. And if not at home, then everything is at least familiar.

He opened the closet, which was completely packed with Natasha's clothes. There was not a single male piece of clothing in it. Looking at himself again, Alexey had the idea that one hundred percent of the men would carry out in his place, regardless of age, nationality or religion: he clumsily and awkwardly grabbed himself for an unusually protruding chest. Having become accustomed to being on the other side of the female body, he did not feel any unusual and particularly pleasant sensations, with the same success he could grab himself by the leg. Then, inspired, he pulled his ridiculous T-shirt over his head. What he saw intrigued him much more. The narrow bra supported and lifted the elastic chest so that its second size in reflection seemed more voluminous and more like the third one.

This “controlled” striptease pleased the guy and he himself smiled with his Natasha lips. Pulling off jeans and sports socks, the girl from the reflection remained in the same linen.White thongs hid between sports buttocks and, their thread erotically split apart over them, bending around the hips and again merging into a single piece of cloth to cover the smoothly shaved pubis.

Alexey spun in front of the mirror and, twisting, slapped himself on the buttock. She immediately caught fire pink pink, accompanied by a strong burning sensation. “It hurts!” - stated the guy “And how does she tolerate my slaps during sex?” Standing on her socks, he made the female body even more sexy: the girl became noticeably taller, her back automatically straightened, and her muscles showed clearly on her legs - not in vain the girl spent so much time in the gym.

His mouth was dry and the boy became even more agitated than at the time when he first undressed his lover. Clumsily putting his hands behind his back, he unsuccessfully began to pull at unyielding hooks - the worst evil in this world, in his opinion, after fascism and buttons on his fly instead of lightning. Carrying with them for a minute and feeling that his hands were already starting to crumble from an uncomfortable position, he cursed his lips and rudely pulled the bra over his head. The freed chest, feeling the freedom invitingly swayed. The guy loved these two elastic hemispheres, ending in sharp naughty nipples. In the reflection, he saw his beloved chest as he had always seen it. But his ex, despite her wild sexuality, was quite complex, so she didn’t like to demonstrate her body for a long time and began to feel shy under his gaze, even after several years of acquaintance and fairly regular sex life.

Now Alexey could see enough of her! He especially liked the perspective when he looked down at the chest, squinting his eyes. Catching her hands below, aiming her nipples at his reflection, he was pleased to note that she began to look even more appetizing. Feeling the pleasant sensations from touching the delicate skin, Alex felt a very unusual sensation in the lower abdomen. It was a slight excitement, but it was very unusual: originating somewhere in the depth, it increased in size with some warmth, spreading throughout the body, covering and disturbing all erogenous zones. The excitement was manifested by a slight movement of the hairs on the back of the neck and an exacerbation of the sensitivity of the nipples, to the point of some kind of pulling sensation between the legs, which became as if wadded and for some reason gave way a little.

Comparing their "male" impressions, the guy realized that in the old guise of excitement was not at all like that. It was born more directed and fast: the pressure increased inside the body and discharged blood into a member that increased in size, pulling strained eggs towards it. Further, an exchange of courtesies took place between them and the brain excited from a physical and visual stimulus. Throwing away extra thoughts aside, he focused on the development of a specific fluid in the eggs, while trying to direct the member to the arousing goal. Everything happened much easier than women, although perhaps it was a matter of habit.

Listening to his new organism, Alexey could describe his feelings in this way. And now he was amazed that Natasha’s body was so familiar and familiar to him, it could so much excite his brain and imagination. The reason for that was “full possession” of this body, and the alcohol that was noisy in the head made itself felt. Soon, weightless panties also flew to the floor, exposing smoothly shaved pubis and prominent labia, visible between the legs, resembling the bud of some exotic plant.

The guy went into a rage and began to twist in front of the mirror "Natasha's body", examining and pawing him like an inexperienced teenager who had grasped the female body. He ran his hands along the crotch, feeling how beautiful the touches “to herself” could be. From these movements and even caresses, between my legs it was getting warmer. The nipples also responded to prying fingers and swelled more than usual.

The guy wanted to continue the experiments in a more comfortable plane and, splashing his bare feet on the corridor tile, he ran into the room and lay down on his back on the bed. There, spreading her legs, the girl immediately slipped one finger into the coveted hole ... Read more →