Body swap
I stood in front of the classroom door, hesitating to enter. A slight chill ran through my chest. I, an ordinary 18-year-old guy, had turned into a girl due to an absurd accident. Finally clenching my hand into a fist, I still found the strength to enter the classroom.
"Hi, guys," I said casually, pretending everything was fine. Dead silence hung in the classroom. Well, let's not rush, and I'll tell you what happened to me.
It was an ordinary spring day when the snow had just begun to melt and tree buds were opening. I was walking home from school when I saw three guys pinning a fifth-grader against a wall.
"Well, did you bring the money?"
said the fattest one, rummaging through the boy's pockets. The other two held him firmly by the arms, not letting him even move. I knew these guys very well. Typical punks who take money from younger students and then buy beer and cigarettes with it. Probably every school has guys like that."What, guys, want to get something again?" I said lazily, dropping my backpack on the ground. I don't know why I always interfere in such matters. Probably because of my father, who worked in the police and died while apprehending a dangerous repeat offender. I really want to be worthy of my father, so if I see someone needs my support, I immediately rush to help.
"You're gonna get it now. Pigeon-toed, grab him from behind," shouted Semyon Rybakov, nicknamed Rybak, running up to me and swinging his arm for a punch. Taking a step to the side, I dodged and punched him in the nose with all my might, so he sat down with a noisy exhale, sniffling with a broken nose. Meanwhile, Ivan Kosolapov, nicknamed Pigeon-toed, grabbed me from behind by the neck and tried to choke me, but bending my knees, I threw him over my back as they showed in the judo section. The third bully, like the fifth-grader, was already gone without a trace.
"Well, nothing, Sergeev, we'll meet again," said Rybak, wiping his nose and helping Pigeon-toed walk, who was holding his back.
Ignoring them, I walked on. Today, the guys and I were opening the football season, so I had to hurry because it was my turn to cook. As I said, my father died apprehending a bandit, and I don't even remember my mother. She died when I was still very little. A car accident. So I live under one roof with my older sister. Of course, we have to do a lot ourselves, and we practically have no money, but still, we live okay. If one cooks, the other washes the dishes. That's how we live, splitting everything in half.
Suddenly, I heard a woman's scream: "Masha, come back!" On the opposite side of the sidewalk, a little girl about five years old had lost her ball, which rolled onto the roadway, and of course, she ran after it. Somehow, she managed to grab the ball, but now she froze right in the middle of the road, surrounded by cars on both sides. My legs somehow rushed to her on their own, disregarding the danger. Reaching her, I picked her up and rushed to the sidewalk, seeing an approaching truck out of the corner of my eye.
"Seems like this is the end. I hope father is proud of me," I thought and threw the girl towards the sidewalk. Then there was only darkness.
"Condition critical. We're losing him," I heard in the darkness.
"Administer 10 cc of Regenerotonin."
"But doctor, that's an experimental drug, we can't use it."
"He's a goner anyway, if anything saves him, it's only this."
I woke up from some noise. My head hurt terribly, and I was very thirsty. I tried to move my arm, but my muscles were stiff and wouldn't obey me.
"Doctor, she's awake," I heard an exclamation near me. A month passed...
"Hi, sis, hungry?"
"I asked you not to call me sis, maybe I've become a girl, but in my soul, I'm still a guy."
"As you say, sis."
Oh, how my own sister irritates me, sometimes I'm ready to strangle her. What happened to me, you ask? As you remember, I got hit by a truck and was already ready to say goodbye to life when they tested an experimental tissue regeneration drug on me. But something went wrong, and my tissues regenerated into female ones for some reason. Because of this, I grew breasts, and instead of a penis, a narrow slit appeared. And I myself became shorter, my skin became softer, my hips rounded. Of course, this didn't happen immediately; it took a whole year to recover. So I became Angela Sergeeva. The name, of course, was thought up by my sister while I was lying unconscious.
"Well, are you being discharged tomorrow?"
"Yes, I wish it were sooner; I'm tired of lying around."
"I brought you my old clothes. You can try them on."
"Couldn't you bring mine?"
"I'm afraid they won't fit you anymore; you're a girl now," my sister said and laughed.
Later, I still peeked into the bag of clothes, finding a bra and lace panties there.
"Horrible, will I really wear this?" I thought, touching my chest. It was warm and soft. All my life I dreamed of touching boobs, even if like this. Too bad there was no mirror here; I would have admired myself in all my glory. Two days passed...
"So it's true?! You're that guy who turned into a girl?"
I was immediately surrounded by a crowd of my new classmates who started questioning me. Mostly guys.
"What's your bra size? What kind of panties are you wearing? Have you been in the girls' bathroom yet? Can I feel your chest?"
It probably would have continued forever if the bell hadn't saved me. After classes, three classmates I more or less talked to approached me. These guys were with me on the football team, plus they were just as unlucky with women as I was.
"Denis, you have to let us feel your chest."
"What, guys, have you gone crazy? Don't you have anything to do?"
"Well, please. When will we have another chance to touch a girl's chest? You were a guy yourself and know what it's like. If we turned into girls, we'd let you feel without question."
"Fine, but not for long."
"Thanks, Denis, we'll just feel."
Immediately, two pairs of hands started touching my chest.
"So big and soft. Just amazing."
A strange feeling came over me. My chest felt like it was on fire. My nipples rapidly began to swell.
"Okay, that's enough, someone's coming!" I said and broke free.
"Your nipples are swollen. Did you like it?"
"Well, yeah, it was nice. Never felt that when I was a guy."
"Then let's go to the bathroom on the 4th floor. No one's there."
"Hey, what about classes?"
"Do you really want to stress over geometry? Just boring."
"Okay, you convinced me," not knowing why myself, I agreed and went with them to the bathroom.
"No one's here, let us see your tits. We really beg you. You have to understand us."
"Yeah, I understand, okay, look," I pulled off my sweater and bra. For some reason, I felt very ashamed.
"Wow, tits. Just like a porn star," one of them said and started groping my chest, the others followed him.
"Be gentler, guys. It hurts," I said when someone pinched my nipple. But it was like they didn't hear me. The burning in my chest grew more and more. Panting heavily, clenching my fist, I tried not to moan.
"Hey, where are you going?" I asked the guy who reached under my skirt.
"But we need to learn how to please a woman. When will we get to touch a girl's pussy again?" he replied and, pulling down my panties, started stroking it. For some reason, this felt very pleasant, and I slightly spread my legs, which began to tremble treacherously. My pussy became wet from his touches, and when he put a finger inside, I cried out and sank right to the floor.
"That's enough, guys, for today, this is too much," I said, getting up from the floor and getting dressed.
"We have one more little request."
"What other request?"
"Give us a blowjob."
"What, guys, are you crazy? I won't give a blowjob."
"Well, please do it. After all, you're a girl now, and all girls give blowjobs. It's their duty. Who else will give us a blowjob besides you? Just once."
"Okay. Just once," I reluctantly agreed.
One of the guys unzipped his fly and approached me, taking out his dick. I squatted in front of him, still hesitating to take it in my mouth.
"Damn, why did I agree to this? I'm a guy, not some chick," I thought, looking at the crimson head in front of my nose.
"Come on, don't stall, take it in your mouth."
"But I'm a guy!"
"You're a guy with very erotic tits, so suck faster."
There was no way back, and closing my eyes, I took it in my mouth.
"Oh yeah, so good. Now lick it with your tongue, take it deeper, and don't forget to slurp."
"You suck great," said the guy watching us after I started slurping and making lustful sounds with the dick in my mouth. Each time, the dick went deeper and deeper towards my throat, and now I was taking half of it in my mouth. I didn't even notice how I got carried away.
"A natural cocksucker, guys! And she was playing hard to get."
I wanted to object, but with the dick in my mouth, I mumbled something incomprehensible, which caused laughter. I started to like it, and I began working my tongue more intensely.
"It's so hard," I thought, as the guy suddenly tensed up and started cumming in my mouth. Taken by surprise, I choked and swallowed part of the viscous liquid.
"Guys, that was so awesome, never experienced anything like it," he said to the other guys who were already jerking off to this show.
"Damn, why did you do that? It's so nasty," I said, spitting semen off my tongue and coughing.
"Well, girls swallow it, I thought you'd want to too. After all, you're a girl now."
While I was thinking of a response, the next guy approached me. His dick was a bit bigger than the previous guy's.
"Hey, we didn't agree on that. I said I'd do it once."
"Well, please, just one more time and that's it. I want to try too."
"Damn, you guys annoy me so much," I said and started sucking faster to get it over with.
"Wow, this is much better than masturbating. So wet and soft."
"You look so great with a dick in your mouth."
I wonder what my father would say if he saw what I was doing. Probably nothing good.
"Yeah, you're the best, I'm gonna die now, probably," the guy groaned and started cumming in my mouth.
"Come on, Angela, drink it, you'll like it."
"Yeah, drink my cum, I really beg you."
"Ah, damn you, you won't leave me alone," I thought and, closing my eyes, swallowed that viscous liquid. An unpleasant sensation immediately arose in my throat.
"Ugh, so nasty," I started coughing.
"You just need to get used to it. Later it'll be like a delicacy."
I was about to lunge at them with my fists when suddenly the bell rang.
"Everyone, people will pour in now, I'm going."
"Hey, what about me?" asked the third guy.
"You guys annoy me so much! If we get caught, they'll call your parents and my sister."
"Okay, then we'll repeat tomorrow," the guy said, and before I could object, they disappeared behind the door.
Waving my hand at them, I went home.