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Up on the mountain, Johar was bored. Bored, bored bored
bored bored. Even the god of sexual love can get bored with the
routine job. Granted, he loved his job, and loved even more
watching his subjects fall victim to his mischief. Watching the
other gods carefully avoid him when he had that gleam in his
eye was half the fun; gods were very funny when in the throes
of orgasm.

But, there was little variation. Somewhere along the line, he
had lost the meaning, and just didn't care any more. His
creativity was at an all time low, and he just didn't seem to have
the energy to come up with something new. Wandering
around, he sifted through his messages, getting the usual
wanton lust requests, etc. With a wave of his hand, he granted
all of them, and then went back to sulking.

Down on earth, there was an eager conversation occurring
between several college students. Of course, it was over the
usual topics- the war of the sexes. This time, the discussion was
revolving around who had it better, the men or the women. The
men were stating that the women had it better, for the sole
reason that they didn't have to work for sex. The women, of
course, held fast on the old standby that it was hard work to
maintain the level of sexiness that men want. Also, men didn't
have to worry about the monthly visitor, which ruined
everything. The men countered with the fact that a woman's
period was made up for the fact that they could have three
different kinds of orgasms, and be multiorgasmic at that. And
on the battle raged.

Johar glanced down, and saw the typical debate, and would
have forgotten about it, if it hadn't been for the vehemence with
which the two main arguers were fighting. He saw a young
man and a young woman, both extremely attractive, but getting
nowhere in there argument fast. Bemused, Johar stared down
with more intensity.

"You have no idea what you are talking about," Julie said.
"You can't make a blanket statement about all women just like
that!"

"Neither can you!" Tom said. "Have you ever tried to ask
someone out on a date?"

"Yes," Julie said, much to Tom's surprise. "I have."

Tom's argument was shot, but he saw an opening. "And did
you get the date?" Julie was very attractive. Tom knew the
answer.

"Yes," she said.

"See!" Tom exclaimed. "You have no idea what it's like to be
shot down. It's not easier being a guy."

Julie shook her long blonde hair. "Look," she said,
exasperated. "I don't have enough time to stand here arguing
about this. I have to study."

As they went their separate ways, Tom and Julie both
seethed. Each knew that the other was wrong, but there was
obviously no way they could prove it, and unfortunately each
was forced to drop it.

Johar didn't, though. Inside his mischeivious mind, a plan
formed. He set off to find Caranaah, the bringer of dreams.
Once he found her, he whispered his intentions into her ear.
Caranaah usually loved helping Johar, because he was a lot
more fun than Trita, the creator of nightmares. Caranaah
listened eagerly, and readily agreed to his plan. This was going
to be fun.

That night, Jonar and Caranaah flew down to earth, and
entered the dreams of both Julie and Tom. This wasn't going to
be an ordinary dream, and extra special care needed to be taken
place. Caranaah flew to Tom, and lay her divine body next to
his sleeping form.

In his dream, Tom slept restlessly, still continuing his
argument with Julie. Julie was before him, still talking about
women not having a fair shake. Caranaah entered his mind,
and controlled the dream. Inside the dream, Tom saw Julie was
suddenly naked. Canaraah looked down and saw that the effect
was taking place, and gripped his member with appreciation
and fascination. She sighed. Bringing dreams was always a
wonderful experience, especially when she collaberated with
Johar. Her delicate hands clasped around Tom, and she tried to
make up her mind whether or not to give him a wet dream. She
loved making men come in their sleep, although there was no
satisfaction since they didn't know she was the one who gave it
to them.

Johar went immediately to Julie's bedside. Invisible to the
eye, he watched her sleeping form. He, too, entered her
thoughts, and told her to envision Tom as a sexual object. Johar,
being the god of sexuality, had a much easier time than
Caranaah in turning humans on, and Julie was moaning in her
sleep. Johar watched as she rubbed her legs together and
caressed herself while she slept.

Tom dreamed of Julie, and Julie dreamt of Tom. Together,
their nudity meshed and the argument faded. Tom felt himself
slide deep inside Julie, and caressed the inner folds of her pussy
with his shaft. Johar and Caranaah focused their energies so
that Tom's and Julies thoughts and memories meshed. Tom and
Julie seemed to float in the air, making love and having sex in
every possible position. At times, their bodies buzzed with
excitement and orgasm. Tom felt the sensations of mulitple
orgasms as Caranaah caressed him with her hands, mouth, and
sex; a sensation he had never felt before. At times, Julie became
the aggressor, and had the strange sensation of entering Tom,
but how could that be? It was something she had never
experienced before.

Jorah watched as Julie squirmed on her bed, and watched,
fascinated, as her hand snaked down in her sleep between her
legs as they rubbed together. Her hand now securely inside her
pussy, her legs closed around her fingers, hightening her
pleasure. Johar made perfectly sure that she remained asleep.

Tom erect prick twitched as Caranaah swallowed it. Inside
her divine mouth, he felt as he had never done before. Her
masterful caresses and strokes worked; his cream tasted like
ambrosia. Together, Johar and Caranaah made Julie and Tom
climax. Just afterwards, both lay still, arms at their sides.

The next morning, Tom woke up. His head filled with
crashing thoughts and extreme pain, as well as an ache in his
groin. He looked down, and nearly screamed. He couldn't see
his prick. In fact, he couldn't see anything but two breasts which
blocked out everything except his feet. Gasping in horror, he sat
up on the bed, and looked directly into a full length mirror.
Somehow, he knew it wasn't his room, and yet he did.
Confused, the figure in the mirror looked back at him.
Unfortunately for Tom, it wasn't his figure.

Julie's image stared back at him, and he gaped, open
mouthed. The figure in the mirror looked silly like that, so he
shut it. He got out of bed, and wandered over to the full length
mirror, and gazed at the extraordinarily beautiful figure there.
Julie's long blonde hair was only slightly disheveled from the
torrid night's sleep, and still hung midway down her back. Tom
reached back, and grasped the fine hairs. Looking down, he
saw the breasts that once were hers, as now his. He lightly
touched them, and found that they were much more sensitive
than his own, male breasts had been.

"Holy SHIT!" he cried. His voice was Julie's, and the high-
pitched sound startled him so that he covered his mouth with a
dainty hand. He began to check out his body - now hers, and
sat down on the bed, still staring into the mirror. Scared, he
struggled to overcome his disorientation, and found that he
remembered a dream, in which he had sex with Julie. But he
wasn't Julie, he was Tom. Or was he?

His hands began to wander over the new body, feeling it's
softness, and it's wonderful touch. His body felt exquisite to the
touch, and he loved how he made himself feel. His fingers
reached into his slit, and he found himself wet. Smiling, he
looked into the mirror, and decided that he better reorientate
himself into a feminate mode.

Tom-now-Julie inserted her fingers into her slit, and
marveled at the sensation. This was much better than stroking
himself. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a memory
surfaced. Rising from the bed, she walked over to the top
drawer of her bureau, and opened it. Inside, she pulled out a
familiar toy. the Tom side of her mind marveled at why she
would need something like this, and the memory responded
with the knowledge that Julie was her own best lover.

She pulled out the rubber prick, and went back to the bed,
not bothering to close the drawer. Staring into the mirror, she
aimed the head at her hole, and rested it there. She sat there,
relishing the combined feeling of a completely familiar and
utterly new sensation. Slowly, she pushed the head inside of
her. Never feeling anything inside him before, Tom wondered
why women didn't want to get this feeling all the time. In the
mirror, she saw herself masturbating, and instinctively, her
hand went to her breast. Gently she stroked the soft, delicate
skin with her fingertips and nails, and gasped. Never before
and the always known crashed in her mind. Her hands cupped
the firm flesh, and a world opened up to Tom. He lay back on
the bed, unable to sit up any longer.

Lying down, she was able to push the dildo entirely inside
herself, and she wondered at the beautiful intrusion inside of
her. With her fingers, she prodded the deepest crevaces,
moving the dildo in circles and in and out. One hand left her
breast to touch her clit, and she stroked herself with her
fingernails. She arched her back, hoping to bring the dildo in
deeper. Suddenly, she felt her inner walls contracting violently.
While it was a familiar sensation, it was entirely different for
Tom. His body was running away with him. Somehow, the
inner body had taken control, squeezing and grabbing the hard
intruder. Tom felt slightly scared, but the immense pleasure
overwhelmed him. At her entrance, her muscles pulled and
attacked the rubber cock. The friction put her over the edge.
One hand whisked quickly over her clit, while her inner
muscles vibrated and clutched. She began fucking herself with
the false prick faster and faster, coming both from her clitoris
and her pussy. She came hard, gripping the prick with both
hands, and thrusting it inside of her.

As the orgasm subsided, she began to caress her breasts once
more, and a thought breached her excitation. If Tom had now
become Julie, with Julie's memories, does that mean that...

Julie was now Tom.

Her revelation was not as pleasant, however. When she
awoke, she was greeted with Tom's seven inch prick standing
tall and proud in front of her. She recoiled in the bed, but it
followed, swinging wildly. Fortunately for her, Caranaah had
swallowed all of Tom's come, so she didn't have to deal with
any stickiness. Still, it swung in rapt attention at her. Then, to
her surprise, she noticed that it was attached to her. Tom's flat
stomach and chest shocked her the most. Then, she noticed how
rough her skin felt. Instead of the soft tones of her skin, her
rough, calloused hands found a rougher skin. She lept to her
feet, looking for the full length mirror, but an inner memory
knew that there was none, and sent her to a smaller mirror on
the wall. Sure enough, Tom's handsome features stared back at
her. She glanced down, and saw that Tom's prick still begged
attention. She touched the head, and watched as it jumped in
expectation at the hand. When it finally touched, she smiled at
the sensation of the other appendage. She gripped it, and then
released it quickly as another sensation - this time one of pain -
shot through her.

"This is better than my dildos," she said, and Tom's voice
sounded erie to her ears. Suddenly, she seemed to remember
something, although she knew it wasn't one of her memories.
Akin to deja vu, she walked towards the bed once more. She
reached underneath, and pulled out a magazine. Her prick
jumped once more. She leafed through the magazine, and saw
women in various stages of fucking. Women fucking men,
women fucking women, and even women alone. Her prick
screamed attention. And, unlike what she was used to, she
found it hard (no pun intended) not to continue stroking it.

She lay down on the bed, and glanced at the magazine. One
hand propped the page open, while the other stroked - gently
this time - her erect prick. She began to fantasize, but her
thoughts began to scare her. She began to fantasize fucking
other women. She turned to the pages of women fucking men,
and she began to stroke her prick in even, gentle rythms. She
looked at the picture, and remembered something about what it
felt like to be fucked, with a hard prick, like the one she held in
her hand, except deep inside her moist pussy. She turned the
page, and her cock lept. On the page, was one woman licking
another's pussy.

"So," she thought. "THIS is what turns Tom on!"

Her feminine side was shocked, but she couldn't stop herself
from pumping her meat. She turned the page again, and this
time one woman was pushing a dildo into the other. Her hand
began to pump up and down on her meat, and she brought the
other hand down to her balls. Playing with both, she felt her
cock twitch in her hands. Her fingers felt her balls draw up and
in, and both sides of her knew that she was going to come.
Somehow, she couldn't stop, even though she wanted to. She
pumped faster and faster, and shot a load of come over her
hands. She squeezed her balls, and gripped the base, since the
head was too sensitive. She was amazed at how tired she was.
She lay back on the bed, and put away the magazine (threw it,
actually, under the bed), and thought about her intense sexual
feelings.

Suddenly, she sat up. "My God! I've got to find Tom! I
mean Julie! I mean me!"

Tom-turned-Julie had managed to dress, much to the thanks
of Julie's memories. A nice shower (with a removable shower
massage!), and some perfume and makeup set her mind back in
order. While looking through her drawers, she found
something that she hadn't used in a long, long time. It was a
tiny vibrator, that simply stayed put with the help of her
underwear. Inside her pussy lips, it made virtually no noise,
and put her in a great mood immediately.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she
called, when suddenly she 'remembered' that Michelle was
coming to pick her up for class, as usual.

"It's me," Michelle answered. "Who do you think it is? Open
up the door."

"It's open."

Michelle entered the room, closed the door, and lay her
bookbag on the desk. "I don't know why," she said, "you insist
upon leaving so early. We don't have class for three hours."

Tom thought about Michelle. A dark haired woman, she was
attractive, if not as beautiful as Julie. Even so, he was glad that
he didn't have his prick, given the mood he was in at the
moment.

"I know," Julie said. "But you were the one who started this,
remember?" This was cool. Julie's memories were keeping him
out of trouble, but his hormones were not helping.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Michelle said. "So, you and Tom really
went at it last night."

Tom's heart skipped. "Yeah," Julie said. "I'm beginning to
think that things are a lot more complicated than it seems."

Michelle shrugged. "Whatever," she said. "It doesn't matter
one way or another to me. I have it hard enough as it is."

Immediately, a memory flooded Tom's head. A picture of
Michelle telling Julie of her homosexuality, and Julie's confused
feelings over her best friend. Michelle had put her hand on
Julie's shoulder, and kissed the beautiful blonde, but Julie,
uncertain of her confused feelings, had backed away. They
remained best friends however, and Michelle never again
expressed any interest in Julie. Tom, with Julie's body, shook
with the recollection. His dream come true. Instead of just
watching two girls in a magazine, he now WAS a girl!

Julie walked over to the bed. "I can imagine," she said.

Michelle laughed. "Yeah, right." she said. "I think Tom was
right. I don't think you can imagine."

Julie's clit buzzed with the vibrator. Her panties were
soaked. Her emotions and hormones were taking control. "No,
really," she said. "I can imagine. You wanna see something?"

Michelle looked at Julie with one eyebrow raised. "Ok," she
said, tentatively.

Julie took Michelle's hand in hers, and slowly brought it up
to the hem of her miniskirt. Michelle watched as she parted her
legs in front of her, and brought her hand inside her thighs.
Michelle watched intently as her hand disappeared inside the
tight miniskirt. Her hand rested on the small vibrator inside the
wet panties, and Michelle looked at Julie for the first time. Julie's
eyes had closed, and her head cocked back. Michelle leaned in,
and kissed Julie's neck. Julie gasped, and pushed Michelle's
hand into her even more. Michelle took over.

She brought Julie back on the bed, and slid her finger inside
Julie's wet panties. Tom's experience with women fell far short
to this time. He lay back and let Julie's body be seduced.
Michelle unbuttoned Julie's blouse, and let her breasts fall free.
She marveled at Julie's perfect breasts, and couldn't help but
kiss them. Julie's back arched as Michelle's skillful tongue
flickered across her nipples. Tom's mind raced. Is he a lesbian?
Or is he straight. Michelle's dexterity prevented him from
thinking any further. Julie felt the swiftness of her panties being
drawn down her legs, and felt a finger prod her gently, not
removing the small vibrator.

Michelle traced her tongue down Julie's flat stomach, and
nuzzled her soft silky blonde bush with her nose and tongue,
drinking in Julie's scent. Michelle's tongue flicked down the
side of Julie's slit, dislodging the vibrator. With her hand, she
turned it off and placed it to the side, while burying her skillful
tongue inside Julie's hole. Julie cried out loud as Michelle's
expertise brought her immediately to a small orgasm. She
caressed her own breasts with one hand, and ran her fingers
through Michelle's dark hair with the other. Occassionally, she
would push Michelle's head into her, hoping to quelch the fire
that burned there. Julie reached over to her desk drawer, and
opened it up. She pulled out a dildo with two ends. A memory
flashed through her mind of placing the dildo inside of her, and
pretending that she was a man, and masturbating it. Now, she
would put it to it's real use.

Michelle didn't know this, but instead assumed that Julie had
been planning this. She took the cock from Julie, and entered it
into her own pussy. Then, on top of Julie, she guided the rubber
cock to Julie's hole. As soon as the head touched her, Julie
moaned. The prick slid in easily, and soon both girls' clits were
touching and rubbing.

Michelle undid her own blouse, and unclasped her bra,
letting them fall free. She mounted Julie, and pressed her
breasts into Julies. Julie felt completely fulfilled. Tom was
getting his favorite fantasy, while Julie was complete satiated
with her own dildo. Michelle fucked Julie and the dildo
simultaneously, coming several times. Michelle kissed Julie's
neck, mouth, lips, finally putting her tongue in Julie's. Julie
responded in kind. Her hands snaked down around Michelle's
hips, and thrust hers against her own. The dildo rode between
the two of them, bonded together. Their clits slid across one
another, and each climaxed several times.

"Surprise!"

Tom whirled around, face to face with Tammy, the girl who
lived across the hall. A memory told Julie that this girl was one
who had had a crush on Tom, but Tom wasn't sure if he wanted
to actually go for it. Tammy had on a negligee that was all but
see through. Tom's mouth dropped, and his prick hit the
ceiling of his briefs. Julie herself was shocked, but there was
nothing she could do about the way Tom's body was reacting.
"Uh-uh--uh" was all Tom could say.

Tammy began to stalk towards Tom. "Now I've been doing
some talking with some of my friends," she said, "and they've
told me that I have to face my fears of rejection."

Tom backed up. "Well," he stammered, "that's a good idea."

"And," she continued, "that I should just jump in with both
feet."

Tom looked at her scantily clad body. "Uh huh," he said.

Tammy looked at him. "Do you still think that's a good
idea?" she asked.

Tom swallowed. "I'll take that as a yes," she said.

Tammy was a slender girl, with a short haircut. Her light
brown hair bobbed and was perfect for her frame, giving her a
tomboy effect. Her small pert breasts barely poked out into the
material, and her pussy was completely devoid of hair. Julie
found herself more and more aroused, and frightened of this
revelation. She found that she felt the same way as when
Michelle had kissed her, nearly a year ago. Except that
Tammy's tomboy image and Tom's hormones were winning her
fear over.

Tammy took a step towards Tom, who didn't move. "Tom,"
she sang, "why aren't you saying anything?"

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Tom just gaped at her, staring at her pert erect nipples.
Tammy swallowed down the last of her fear of rejection, as she
stood next to Tom. She had gone too far, and was too aroused,
to back down now. She gripped the button of Tom's fly. In one
swift motion, she unbuttoned all of the button on his 501's. His
straining prick moved outwards, making a tent out of his briefs.
"Wow," she said. "That speaks louder than words!"

She lowered the waistband around his head, and it sprang
forth. Julie couldn't move as she watched this cute girl fondle
her new genitals. She had pretended that she was a guy, and
had masturbated the dildo when it was inside of her, but
nothing matched the unbelievable ecstacy of this young girl
stroke Tom's prick. Julie watched as the boyish girl got on her
knees, and took the head in her mouth. Julie wondered how
such a small girl would be able to take in such a large organ, but
Tammy miraculously swallowed Tom's entire shaft. Tom
looked down, and watched as the negligee - clad girl swallowed
his manhood. Julie felt her knees weaken and buckle, and
wanted to sit down, but couldn't do it while Tammy's mouth
engulfed Tom's prick.

The sensation was overwhelming. Tammy's tongue swirled
around Tom's shaft so smoothly, he thought he was going to
faint. Tammy let go of his prick with her mouth, and he took the
opportunity to sit down on the bed. She sat down between his
legs, and lowered her lips to his balls. Expertly, she teased his
sac with her tongue and lips while stroking him with her hand.
She smiled up devilishly at Tom, who was still gawking at her.

"I know what will drive you wild," she said. She raised one
finger in the air, and then brought it to her breast. Tom's cock
gave a twitch. "You like it when I touch myself?" Tom nodded.
Julie was amazed at how this girl was turning her on. Tammy's
hand moved down to her shaved slit, and she closed her eyes.
Tom's gaze moved from Tammy's hand in her pussy to her face,
which betrayed her self-pleasure.

"I wish you could feel this," Tammy said, smiling broadly. "It
feels sooooo good!" Tom smiled, and Julie thought that she
knew exactly how good it felt.

Tammy's hand came out from underneath her, slick and wet.
She brought her hand up to her mouth, and licked all but one of
her fingers. "Mmmmm," she moaned. She looked directly into
Tom's eyes as she did so. Tom's cock lept in her hands
violently. "Relax," she whispered. "I know how to fix this."

Her finger still glistening with her juices, she touched Tom's
netherhole, and pushed slightly. The tip of her finger entered
into his rectum, and an unexpected wave of pleasure shot
through Tom. At the same time, Tammy swallowed Tom's
prick once more. Tom's hips began to pump, sliding his prick in
and out of Tammy's mouth, and alternately, her finger deeper
and deeper into his anus. It wasn't long before his balls
tightened, and drew up and into his torso. Julie could feel
Tom's rectal muscles tightening and closing, tightening and
closing around Tammy's finger, and soon felt the onslaught of
come.

It stopped, however. Tammy had pulled down on Tom's
scrotal sac, preventing his orgasm. Tom looked down
incredulously at Tammy. She was smiling. "Not yet," she said.
"I want some pleasure too."

Tom's prick twitched, and Julie began to understand the
concept of blue balls. She watched as Tammy's lithe body
straddled Tom's, and positioned itself just above Tom's prick.
"Watch me," Tammy commanded.

She leaned back with amazing dexterity, so that Tom could
only see Tammy's hips, thighs, and of course, her shaved pussy.
Julie found that she could not take her eyes off the nakedness of
Tammy's pussy, and found it extremely erotic. Tammy's hands
came out of nowhere, and stroked her clit. Drops of moisture
appeared on her fingers as they slid, alternately, in and out of
her pussy. One hand grabbed Tom's shaft, and aimed it at her
hole, still poised above it. She lowered her hips, bringing her
hole down onto Tom's prick. As she slid down his pole, she
righted herself, so that she straddled him normally.

Julie watched in fascination, feeling herself overcome with
the first ever sensation of entering another woman. She was
amazed at the smoothness of Tammy's walls, and the
incredibility of the sensation. Tammy closed her pussy muscles
around Tom's prick tightly, holding him prisoner. Then, slowly
and without moving, she began teasing him by gripping and
releasing, gripping and releasing. Julie was about to go out of
her mind.

She began to pump inside of Tammy in long strokes, entering
Tammy as she knew she loved to be entered. The head of Tom's
cock came almost all the way out, stretching Tammy's pussy
lips, and making her cry out.

Tammy couldn't take any more. She began to ride Tom's
cock, grinding her clit into his base, and bucking furiously.
Tom's cock began to twitch violently, and he shot his come deep
inside of Tammy. Tammy began humping faster and faster, and
when Tom's jism hit her, it sent her over the top. Her orgasm
hit hard, and she collapsed on top of Tom's chest.
Automatically, Julie began stroking Tammy as she liked to be
stroked after orgasm; concentrating on her breasts.

Tom wandered through Julie's classes as normal, with
Michelle at his side. All the while, he tried to think of how to
get back into his own body. Julie's body was *very* nice, but
after all, his body was his body, and he wanted it back.

Botany class was, as always, boring as hell. Julie laid her
head down briefly from taking notes, and immediately fell
asleep.

Caranaah winked at Johar, indicating that Tom/Julie was
finally asleep, and they could tell him how to get his body back.
Johar was in great spirits. He had seen enough to get his mind
back into enjoying his work, and he had actually had a bonus
display of sexual activity. Still, the fun has to end sometime.

Julie awoke from her sleep with a sudden jolt. Michelle
looked across the table with an inquizzitive look. Julie
shrugged as she gathered her belongings. "I've got to go," she
said.

"What about class?" Michelle asked.

"I'll get the notes later!" Julie whispered, and hustled out of
the classroom.

Immediately, Julie went to Tom's dorm. She rushed up the
staircase, and went as quick as possible to his room. She
knocked violently on the door.

"Who is it?" came the call.

"It's Julie," she answered.

The door opened, and Tom peered out. Julie looked at her
own face, and nearly fainted. It was nothing like she had ever
thought before. Her view of herself had always been from a
mirror, and therefore backwards. Tom's experience was the
same thing.

Julie stared at her body through Tom's eyes, and felt
something she never expected. She was turning herself on!
Tom's prick twitched slightly at the sight of Julie's body. Julie
looked at her gorgeous legs, and followed them up to her
miniskirt. "Come on in," Tom's deep voice said.

Julie walked in. Tammy got up, and glared at Julie, then at
Tom, and left, her nighty flying behind her. "What was that,"
Julie asked.

"Ah," Tom said, "There's some things that you don't know
about."

Julie smiled. "Yeah, there are some things that you should
know too."

Tom ran a hand through his hair. "I should have known..."

Julie stood there with her hands on her hips. "I know what
we have to do," she said.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Is it what I think it is?"

Julie nodded. "But, there's no rule saying we can't have fun
while we do!"

Tom smiled. His prick reacted immediately. From inside
Tom's body, Julie watched as her body came over to Tom's. She
watched as her form slowly undressed, exposing herself to
Tom's view. She became extremely aware at how aroused she
was simply watching her own body in an erotic pose.

For Tom's part, he was unsure of how to go about doing this.
Sure, he had had his own homosexual identity questions
through puberty, but this? This was too weird. Still, you don't
get a chance to do this every day...

Julie completely undressed, and waited for Tom to do the
same. Tom stood up, and undid his pants, dropping them to
the floor. He pulled down his briefs, stepping out of them.
Julie's body began to get wet upon seeing Tom's prick dangling
between his legs. Tom began to get worried about what this
might mean, but Julie's normal hormones took over. Her mouth
began to water, and he realized that he wanted his own prick in
Julie's mouth. She kneeled before him, and looked up at Tom's
face.

Tom watched Julie's form beckon in front of him. Her svelt
figure played upon his fantasies, and she found that she wanted
her mouth on his prick. Her hot breath found its way into his
pubic region, and his prick leapt. Her mouth opened wide, and
her tongue snaked out to flick over the head. She touched the
head ever so lightly with her long nails, and stroked his balls
with her other hand. Her tongue flicked down the length of his
shaft, and then back again.

Julie watched through Tom's eyes, amazed at how good she
really was. She watched her head bob on Tom's prick, and
hoped she would remember how good it felt, even after she was
back in her own body.

Julie's mouth savored each bump of Tom's prick, and she
maneuvered her tongue over each ridge. Hungrily she
devoured Tom's member with a zest that amazed even her.
Tom tried not to think about the fact that he was blowing
himself, but somehow it didn't seem real, that he was in a
trance.

Tom reached down, and maneuvered Julie to the bed. He
reached down between her legs, and slid his fingers inside her
soft slit. Julie gasped for air, revelling in the touch of a man
again. Fleetingly she thought that Michelle was gentler, but the
touch of a man still held a great appeal.

Tom raised his hips above her, and with his fingers, spread
apart her pussy lips. He guided himself to her hole, and thrust
his entire length inside her. Julie moaned aloud as the full
length hit her, and she clutched at his prick with her pussy
muscles. Wrapping her legs around Tom's back, she continued
to push him in and out of her. She rolled forward, and ground
her pussy into his hardness, forcing an orgasm. Tom thrust
inside of her in long, deep strokes, and found himself on the
brink. He thrust in and out rapidly, and felt the onslaught rush
through his lower body. Julie humped Tom's prick, and felt her
own orgasm taking control. Immediately, they both climaxed,
and collapsed, exhausted.

Johar and Caranaah watched in intense excitement as the two
fucked and sucked each other to orgasm. Immediately after the
climax, Caranaah waved her hand, and both fell asleep. When
they awoke, Tom was still inside Julie, but Julie was back in her
own body, and Tom was in his. Tom's prick was erect and
ready to play, and he began pumping into Julie. Julie's hair
bounced with each thrust, and she smiled.

"It's good to be me again," she said.

"It sure is," he said, thrusting.

They looked at each other, and said at the same time, "There's
something you should know..."