My entire spine and lower body subconsciously jumped forward as a shivering sensation pierced my naked skin. An unseen force hindered the movement of my hands and feet as I sat shivering in absolute darkness.
“HEY!!!! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME!!! HELLO??!!!”
Flailing my arms and legs around was no use. My tired breathing was all that filled the empty void around me. I last remembered being in a roaring crowd at one of the president’s campaign rallies. The thunderous cheers and blaring lights dulled my senses to the point of losing consciousness.
A despairing sigh escaped my lips as I tried crying for help one more time.
“HEY!!!! IS ANYBODY OUT TH-!!!”
A mechanical whirring sound interrupted my yelling. The roller shades across from me began to slowly but surely unveil a luxurious backyard but most importantly allowed for the first beams of light to illuminate the room I found myself in. What caught my eyes at that moment wasn’t the elegant five star pool or the lush garden outside the room. But rather the two brunettes inside the room holding hands and staring back at me with empty eyes.
No one moved. No one spoke or made a sound. Until an ominous beep broke the still cold air followed by the unmistakable voice of the president.
“Micheal, you’re finally awake! Now I know you must have a lot of questions but please keep quiet until I finish explaining why you are here. A few hours ago you attended one of my campaign rallies. At that rally one of my undercover secret service agents was standing right next to you when they overheard your obscene and arrogant remarks pertaining my political rival Brittney Cortez. Although she is my rival, I can’t just stand there and do nothing as you belittle her. Therefore, I decided to teach you a lesson about respecting women, especially those who are as upstanding and ambitious as Cortez. Standing before you now are two women dressed in colored leggings. Each color symbolizes their party affiliation and the memories you will temporarily inherit when you posses one of their bodies. With your new identity I challenge you to run against me. If you win, and only if you win, you will get your male body back. So without further ado make your choice!”
“WHAT!! NO!! THIS IS INSANE!! YOU CAN’T JUST DO THIS TO ME!!”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have said those crude jokes. Now hurry up and choose! Im a busy man you know!!”
To my surprise I was no longer chained to the metal chair I was sitting in. A drop of sweat glided down my face as I put a nervous foot forward towards the two women. Arms shaking and palms sweating I reached towards them still undecided on who I was going to control. The tips of my fingers touched the soft shoulder of the blue legging girl first. A calmness washed over me as my perspective changed. I did a complete 180 in the blink of an eye as I found myself staring at the metal chair I was just sitting in.
“Linda Smith! Not a bad choice! Well, I got to get going. You have a meeting with a potential donor for your political campaign in an hour. I suggest you meet your advisors. They’re outside by the pool. Good luck! And may the best candidate win!!”
Stepping outside I spotted three scantily dressed girls standing by the pool he mentioned.
“You must be my advisors! Nice to meet you I’m Michael.”
“You mean Linda,” the middle blonde corrected.
“Don’t worry. It was hard for us to get used to our new names too,” the brown haired girl on the right explained.
“The memories of my body are telling me that your meeting attire is located in the living room on the couch next to the tv,” the blonde on the left informed me.”
“Wow the president wasn’t lying! It’s like I lived two lives!”
Memories of high school and partying all night during my college years as Linda littered my mind.
“Yeah it’s pretty trippy sometimes. Just know that these memories come and go, so be sure you get to that meeting on time so that you’re fully prepared,” the middle blonde warned as she entered the pool for a swim.
After getting dressed I made my way upstairs to my office without anyone telling me where it was. My mind just knew how to get there. As if I walked up and down these wooden stairs a million times.
“Finally some alone time!”
Plopping down on the cushioned seat of my office chair was a welcoming change from the hard metal chair I found myself in not too long ago. Suddenly a few loose papers fluttered off my desk as a strong gust of wind blew through the office. A breeze invaded the small opening under my pencil skirt and fiddled with my fresh womanhood. A soft feminine gasp escaped my lips as I realized how sensitive this body was.
“I still have 30 minutes…and this body is practically begging for release…a few quickies wouldn’t hurt…”
One orgasm became 2…then 3. Articles of clothing flew off and sooner or later I completely lost track of everything going around me. And I didn’t limit myself to my comfy office chair. I eagerly went all out and fingered myself on top of the desk, squirting all over the glass covering.
A dull thud outside my office door snapped myself back to reality. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered the meeting I had scheduled.
“Shit….Um….I mean…. C-can… can I co-…come in….” a deep male voice nervously asked behind the door.
“Um….give me a minute I’ll be right there with you,” I replied as I hurriedly dressed myself.
As I dressed I couldn’t help but wonder, was this guy just standing there listening to me masturbate? What a wierdo. No matter, let’s get this show on the road. Turning the door knob and opening the door I was quite surprised to be met by such a good looking man. However, his unconfident personality did not match his dashing looks.
“H-hhi….I’m Scott….I’m here to discuss…um… uhh….”
Scott’s trembling hands caused him to lose grip of his clipboard as he clumsily dropped it for the second time.
I suppressed a laugh as I watched him pathetically pick his clipboard back up.
“Hi, the names Linda, it’s a pleasure meeting you! Why don’t you take a seat while I get you a drink.”
Turning around my eyes widened as I dreadfully noticed that my vagina fluids were still all over the desk.
***FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! THE TISSUES!!! WHERE ARE THEY???!!! WAIT!!!……WHY CAN’T I REMEMBER WHERE THEY ARE!!!! I THOUGHT I HAD ALL OF LINDA’S MEMORIES!!! OR IS THIS WHAT THEY MEANT WHEN THEY SAID THESE MEMORIES WERE TEMPORARY!! SHIT!!***
“I’m sorry sir! I’ll get you that drink right away!” I apologetically said as I turned to look at Scott.
Scott’s eyes darted quickly away as his face flushed a bright red. Did I just catch him staring at my ass?? This dude really is flustered over my sexy curvy body. At that moment the idea hit me. I might still be able to secure this money for my campaign.
“Like what you see…” I sexily cooed as I hit my most seductive pose and facial expression. To my male persona this was completely awkward but Linda was a natural at temptation and attraction.
“Huh…W-what do you mean??!!” Scott anxiously answered.
“Oh stop playing dumb….” although it was kinda cute “….I saw you drooling over this hot piece of ass. You know….you can get a piece of it… for a price….”
“N-no I could never…”
“Oh come on….I know you want it… here let me give you a quick preview.”
Dropping to my knees I unbuckled his belt and freed his boner from his pants. Holy shit!! Who knew such an awkward hunk was packing such a huge cock!!! Without hesitation I started sucking, overtaken by my extreme horniness from laying eyes on such a delicious cock. Before long Scott blew his load all over my mouth and tits.
“Now what do you say?? Want the whole package??”
“Fuck that felt so good!!!”
“Hurry up and decide!!! Im a busy woman you know!!!”
With newfound confidence, Scott pinned me against the wooden table, gripped my waist, and plunged balls deep into my quivering cunt. Absolute euphoria rocked my busty body as Scott pounded my pussy. The rhythm of my tits swinging and the clapping of my dump truck behind brought me to a mind shattering orgasm.
**“OOOOHHH GOOODDDD…..MMMMMPPPHPH….. YYYYYEEESSS….”**
Holy shit that was amazing. I was seeing stars and my body was still shaking from that incredible sex. Good thing I have a whole calendar filled with meeting like this. I wasn’t lying when I told him I’m a busy woman.
Plot Request by: MissMisunderstood22
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