Constance Grant’s S2K Experience By Constance Grant
Copyright (c) 2000 by Constance Grant, Manasquan, NJ all rights reserved
My heartfelt thanks goes to the real Teddi Sue for translating my English into Standard English, and her friendship.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended.
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This story contains adult situations, describes sexual activities, and deals with magical gender and age bending. If such material upsets you, or if it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T.
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S2K Experience
by: Constance Grant ConnieBabe69@hotmail.com
You’ll never believe this kids, but this is what really happened!
It was getting to be a trial each day rolling out of our waterbed to get up - everything ached. Tom’s back bothered him a lot these days, and he had gone downstairs an hour ago. I put on my slippers and peignoir, adjusting my breasts in my nightgown. I made a face realizing how saggy they were anymore; no longer proud and perky like they used to be. At least Tom still loved them, and they still felt wonderful as he caressed and nibbled on them.
I started frying bacon. What the hell, it was only once a week, and he loved it. Popping the biscuits I made last night into the oven, I set four eggs from the fridge on the stove to warm up to room temperature. Our kids, with their kids, had sent us a box of luscious oranges while they were in Florida, visiting Disney World, so I cut and squeezed a few. Filling a serving dish with fresh pineapple sticks from the fridge, I took it with juice for two into the den.
After forty years of marriage, there aren’t too many surprises. I felt bad for Tom; his prostate was acting up, so he had difficulty sustaining an erection. It had been over a year since the last time we made satisfying love the normal way, but I truly didn’t mind. I enjoyed it when he kissed me ‘there’; he ‘most always was able to give me a satisfying orgasm; I could even make him cum by sucking him, and I knew he liked that a lot. You can’t stay young forever, but you make adjustments and go on. Unfortunately, he had some idea he was less than a man, but I told him that wasn’t true; and that I loved him more than ever. Men do set such store by their performance in bed.
I know he always got a tingle when we sometimes talked about his taking my place, and me his, for a day. We had even joked about it as far back as our honeymoon, and I must admit I would have enjoyed seeing life from his perspective, too.
So, I wasn’t surprised to see that he was reading a story on Fictionmania. I got a little tingle thinking that he might even be in the mood for a little love play before church – I even had an evil thought: maybe we could even skip church.
Sucking on fresh pineapple was a little erotic, at least for us, after those two glorious weeks on Oahu. I wonder if my choice was Freudian, - I guess not - it had been on sale. However, I sucked on a piece a little loudly as I offered some to Tom.
"What’s on your mind wench?" He asked with a big grin.
I sucked the morsel in, chewed briefly, and swallowed, saying, "Oh nothing, I just thought you would enjoy a little pineapple with your orange juice. What’cha reading?" I asked, moving closer to see the screen better. "That’s wonderful! Brandy DeWinter has posted another ‘Lady Of The Rings’ segment; print me off a copy please – I hated to see Brittany leave the circus; she was just fitting in. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for her."
"I’ll never tell!" Tom laughed as he clicked on the print icon. "Connie, it would be nice to start over again, but I’d never want to do it without you."
I poked him in the ribs saying, "Well if you are going to start over as Brittany, you’d better pick a guy that I can be – I can’t see myself as your lesbian lover." We had more pineapple and finished the juice. Kissing his ear, I let my cold tongue give him goose bumps. "Any other new stories?"
"I think they must be close to the 2000th story posted. Do you suppose it could be your new story?"
I doubted it. I was a little embarrassed writing such risqué stories - even under a pen name. But it was fun sharing Tom’s fantasies, and I have to admit some of mine sneaked in too. Writing them down made them so real somehow. "I don’t think so, but that would be a real honor – check the new postings." While today’s postings downloaded, Tom stapled the Ring story together and handed it to me.
I unfolded a chair and sat next to him while the listing appeared on the screen. Strangely, a single line containing only ‘2000’ was sandwiched between two other stories. He turned to me, kissed me on the lips, and while firmly holding my head, he moved and whispered in my ear, "Neither of the other stories is yours, shall we go for it."
I swear, I had goose bumps and was getting wet; he knows that turns me on. Church was becoming less likely, I thought with a thrill. He double clicked on ‘2000’ and a larger ‘2000’ appeared on the screen, but none of the other stuff that normally appears was there. Leaning back in our chairs, we both said together, "Is Mindy having fun w…"
Feeling strangely paralyzed. I watched as one of the ‘0s’ seem to reach out of the screen like a spotlight and touch Tom’s forehead. Then the 0 next to the 2 seemed to leap off the screen heading for my forehead. Everything became quiet; I couldn’t even hear the birds outside, and they had been chattering loudly before the absolute silence.
I could feel my body changing; I seemed to be growing, but I really couldn’t see what was happening to me. I could see Tom perfectly, however. Not only was he shrinking, but his face was changing too, his day old beard pulling into his face, and his hair was changing color and growing longer. I’m not sure how long we sat there, but Tom soon looked almost exactly like me the day we met. I was eighteen then, and I idly wondered if he too was a virgin like I had been.
I found I could move again, and the first thing I noticed was my hands – they were Tom’s hands from his football years. Truthfully, they were the first thing I had noticed about him those many years ago; they looked so big and strong, but then I saw his gentle eyes and knew I had nothing to fear.
I stood up and quickly realized that I was over six-feet; the nightie and robe I wore were stretched to the limit and I had to rip the delicate materials to remove them. Tom gave a little gasp as he - I should say she - stood up. "You look like I did, only much more handsome, and I was never this big," he said, touching my cock with his delicate hands.
"It must just look bigger from down there, pipsqueak," I laughed, using the pet name he used to call me. "Let me see my new love – off with those ugly male PJs!"
Slowly, she undressed, and I could see she was enjoying the effect she was having on me. Looking at her naked form, I could see for sure that she was more beautiful than I ever had been. Women notice these things: her waist was several inches smaller than mine, even back then; and she had a perfect hourglass figure. Her breasts were not too large, and very perky. She had longer legs than mine, and her face was flawless. "Tommie, you look like an ideal image of me forty years ago. I never really believed you when you said that I never changed as you held me; you must have actually remembered me without any flaws."
"You have always been my love; if I am to have another life there is no one I would rather be."
"Not even Brittany?" I asked mischievously.
Tommie came close to me and put her arms around me, "No, not even Brittany! I see you had an ideal in mind, too."
"You were such a wonderful man for me all those years that there could be no other choice."
I held her close and felt myself becoming very excited. Moments later, I found that she was indeed a virgin. I prayed that we would lucky enough to continue the magic of our true love again – this second time through life.
The bacon burned, but that was such a small price to pay. We helped each other dress, and marveled at our newfound vitality and changed perspective. I had no problem managing my new body, and surprisingly neither did Tom – even heels gave him no problem. We slipped with names several times, which after forty years will take some getting used to. It is a good thing we both used ‘dear’ and ‘honey’ a lot. Nevertheless, we felt we must go and formally thank God for our miracle. We were a little late for church.
On the way home, we talked about many practical things. None of our clothes seemed to fit quite right. I asked her to marry me again, and we agreed that she too, would a wear white gown just as I had. What to tell the kids? So many things, but we would fix everything together just as we had in the past – we had experience on our side.
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