James stretched and yawned as he contently woke up alone in the large bed. Sleepily his eyes focused on an unfamiliar wooden dresser and then grew wide with fear, realizing this wasn't his room.
'Where am I?' he thought. Now wide-awake and in a panic, as he sat upright in bed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and turned to look at the mirrored closet doors that were beyond the foot of the bed. There he saw the disheveled reflection of Lisa staring back at him, sitting up right in bed, too. Panicked, he froze in place, just as Lisa's reflection did, and watched as the bed covers slid forward revealing her naked breasts.
Memories of the medallion and accidently switching places with Lisa came flooding back to the front of James' mind. It wasn't a dream he thought staring down at the large breasts on his chest. "No!" James thought as he vigorously shook his head from side to side. Long strains of brown hair whipped around his head as he tried to banish the unwanted memories of the night before that flooded forward into his mind. As the last of the memoires fell into place, James froze then slowly looked down past his breasts at his crotch. Horrified, James reached beneath the covers desperately hoping to find that he was wearing sweats, underwear or anything that would contradict the memories of drunkenly having sex with Jack last night.
"Oh god, this is a nightmare." James thought, as his hands frantically slid over his naked pubic region. Throwing back the covers James confirmed with disgust that he was completely naked. Worse was the realization of what the crusty substance was that had dried on the inside of his thigh, which must have leaked out of him as he walked to the bedroom after they had finished.
James darted to the bathroom, closed the door, dampened a towel and vigorously started scrubbing Jack's dried cum off of the inside of his thighs and his newly acquired genital. Rubbing himself with the towel was in no way pleasant, but once he was done he felt around with his hand to make certain he was clean. As he did so, his fingers unexpectedly brushed his clitoris and he felt a tiny jolt of pleasure.
James let his hand linger for a moment, rubbing his fingers gently between his legs and looked up at the bathroom mirror. James stared into Lisa's beautiful face that was framed by long, flowing brown hair that spilled over her shoulders. His eyes drifted down to her large breasts and he watched (and felt) as her nipples hardened before his eyes. His eyes drifted down further and he saw her hand between her legs, moving of his own volition. He looked back up into Lisa's eyes and saw her longing, she wanted him and he wanted to take her, right now. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and James' hand darted away in surprise.
"Baby, breakfast is ready and on the table." Jack's voice said through the door. The Lisa sex fantasy that James had used to momentarily block out his current situation was quickly replaced with the reality that he had slept with Jack last night and now had to go face him.
"I'll be right there." James squeaked back in surprise, then thought, "I'll just have a quick breakfast, make an excuse for going out, and then head home and switch back with Lisa. If I hurry, I'll be back to myself in less than an hour and I can pretend like last night never happened."
James urgently grabbed the pink silk robe that hung on the bathroom door and pulled it on as he opened the door. He synched the belt tightly around his waist, tying it into a bow and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, planning to eat and get out of there as quickly as he could.
James stepped into the kitchen and saw Jack look up from the kitchen table, a warm smile spread across his face, as he looked James up and down. Self-consciously James looked down at himself and realized wearing 'this' robe instead of taking the time to get fully dressed was a mistake. In his haste James hadn't registered how short the robe was, only falling a few inches below his crotch, or that it had been designed with a tapering neckline that meet a few inches below his chest, which exposed the maximum about of cleavage possible of his full, round breasts. And worse, James saw the very visible tips of his nipples pressed taunt and straining outward against the silk.
"Better hurry up, you don't want your breakfast getting cold." Jack said hungrily staring at James. James' first instinct was to run back to the bedroom and change, but his stomach grumbled loudly in protest and he just wanted to get this over as quickly as possible, so he sat down at the table.
"This looks great." James said as he devoured the first piece of bacon.
"Well after last night I knew you'd be really hungry. I think we both worked up quite an appetite." Jack said with a wicked grin. "You were amazing last night! I think that's the best sex we've had in years and you ayew sounded like you really enjoyed it, too."
"I did." James blurted out knowing he had to say something, but he hadn't meant to say it with such conviction. Blushing profusely, James picked up a piece of toast and took a bit so that he wouldn't be expected to say any more. Looking at Jack sitting across from him, unwanted thoughts from the night before flooded James' mind, especially the memory of being on flat on his back, that wonderful feeling he felt as Jack entered Lisa's body and how good it felt to have him in there.
James hated himself for thinking about it, but he couldn't seem to get it out of his mind. His conscious mind wanted to forget this ever happened and get out of Lisa's body as quickly as possible, however his subconscious mind, or id, enjoyed the sensations of having sex in Lisa's body and wanted to feel more. Unwanted images started materializing in James' mind as he continued to eat. James know knew from experience of what it felt like to have Jack on top of him, but now the image of James on top of Jack popped into his mind. Of straddling him, feeling him again deep inside as James slide up and down on top of him, Lisa's breasts jiggling wildly as he did so. James tried to push that image out his mind, but it was quickly replaced by him on all fours, Lisa's breasts rhythmically swaying back and forth as Jack held Lisa's hips and took him 'doggie style'. James gulped down some orange juice and tried to think of anything else, like what would be the first thing he would do when he was himself again, or what he should do with the medallion once he did, or what it would be like if he stood up right now, took off his robe, straddle Jack on the chair where he was sitting and had sex with him right here in Lisa's kitchen.
James coughed up some orange juice and he again desperately tried to push these unwanted thoughts out of his head. He looked down to see that he was almost finished with his breakfast and knew he had to come up with some excuse for going out so that he could to his home and switch places with Lisa. He also saw when he looked down that Lisa's nipples had hardened again and were firmly straining against the material of his robe and he felt the warm and glowie 'desperate longing' fluttering to life in his tummy and knew from first hand experience that he was getting wet.
"What's going on?" James thought as he fought the urges his body was transmitting to his brain. He remembered Lisa once complaining that she felt like she needed sex all the time. He'd laughed when she had told that and said that she was most guys dream girl. Lisa didn't think it was funny and said it was more like a nightmare. That her body's constant desires for sex had made her make some really bad decisions in her life, such as her affaire with Joe or her threesomes with Sharon, and how she felt like she couldn't stop herself.
"Oh god, am I in the body of a nymphomaniac?" James thought in horror as he frantically fought an internal struggle to keep his hands from loosening the belt of his robe and living out 'his kitchen fantasy. Part of him desperately wanted to go home, to turn back to normal and be himself again, but at the same time Lisa's hormones and body were convincing another part of him how good it would feel if he took off the robe and stayed an extra thirty minutes.
Excitement and desire made James dizzy as he tried to concoct some plausible reason for 'Lisa' to leave the house for an hour or so, but knew he had to come up with something that Jack wouldn't be interest in. "Grocery shopping?", James thought dreamily as he felt his body beginning to ache from its need. "No, he might want to do that to me .with me." James reddened as the memory of Jack using his tongue between James' legs sprang into his mind.
James felt his hand moving, as if of it's own volition, towards his robe's belt. He felt his fingers daintily wrap around the end of one of the bows and tighten. He felt his heart, or was it Lisa's heart, pounding madly in his chest as he slowly started to pull the on the drawstring.
"What am I doing? I need to stop right now!" James argued in his head as his hand continued to pull on the belt. "Is this really going to happen?" he thought, as he felt the bow about to come undone.
