I was her nail-boy, and while she wasn't my "dom" she wasdefinitely in charge of our relationship. As a result, to most of myfriends in High School I...was seen as a guy who was becoming more and moreof a whipped sissy, and to Chrissy's friends I was a "guy" who would dofemmy things, and who would take orders from the girls.Chrissy always treated me well, even when she needed to correct me, andat times she even intervened when she felt one of her friends was takingmy being submissive too far. . "Oh yummy, they feel so good." croaked Guy.She flushed with pleasure, "Yes, well that'll have to wait till we've eaten and in the meantime you can tell me how your day has been?"Me? I've been trying to make myself useful. I hoovered the carpets; then found the lawnmower. That's about it really Margo." Well ... would you care to take me out this evening?" Take you out! ... Well ... yes! But where can I take you?"Margo's hand caressed Guy's thigh and lightly manipulated his Billy."How about. "We did. Not a day later, we were getting laid by some drunken pimp at abar. The pimp grabbed us, ripped off our clothes, and thrust his longcock into our vagina. Slamming again and again, to the point of extremepain, or pleasure (I couldn't tell which). The body swap caused thepregnancy to speed up, and Charlie was reborn two days later. Exceptthis time, she was a guy. We waited a week for her to grow up, and thenshe fucked me.Charlie slid off his clothes, I pulled off mine, and we made. “I can't tell you how much fun it's been with you.”“Oh, I think your cock told me,” she replies, not keeping her voice down. “And your tongue.”“When we told each other our names... we said this might not be a one-night stand if we could figure out how to keep in touch,”“Maybe we could,” she replies, “but what do you suggest?” She taps at her phone. “In three minutes?”I tell her to go to a free email service site and make an account, and suggest the one I used if she wants to. Smiling, she taps.