Trading with Frank

by Jennifer White

  

I had been married to Frank for twenty-five years (and three children), but our marriage was in trouble. At first, our differences had drawn us together, but now they were driving us apart. We used to love doing things together, but now we both seemed to live in our separate worlds, only coming together to share a bed or a meal.

We rarely even fought anymore. That would mean investing emotion on his part, which was too much for him. I would rather spend a night with friends or see a movie than to do something with him. And he was the same way towards me. We only stayed together now for the sake of the children. I cried myself to sleep at night most of the time.

He would never change (lord knows I tried), and I wasn't the type to go off and have an affair. I suspected that he had been seeing someone, but I didn't really even care anymore.

 

Our youngest, Jan, was almost 21 now. She was in college, and would graduate soon. I knew that as soon as she was on her own, I would contact a lawyer, and start the divorce proceedings. She suspected that we weren't getting along though.

I almost cried when she came home from school on spring break, and told me "I wish you and daddy still loved each other like you used to."

Little did I know that her wish was about to change my life, in a way I would never have believed.

* * *

 

I woke up the next morning, and stretched. My feet hit the post at the end of the bed, which was strange, because my head was touching the headboard. I was only 5 feet 8 inches tall, so that was impossible. I sat up with a start, and almost screamed when I looked down.

I didn't see the sight I was used to, for all 44 years of my life. No, I saw something else. Frank!

 

Somehow, I was him! I was all covered with hair, which felt really icky. I had big muscles now, instead of my normal thin arms. I felt the little puffiness in my tummy. I had a beer belly? Ew!!! For the first time since I was 11 years old, there were no signs of boobs on my chest. I felt its flatness, and shivered as I felt the loss of 'them'. I touched myself between my legs, and gasped as I felt the male equipment down there.

Ever since I was a girl in puberty, I had been curious of how a man's genitals looked and felt. But now I *had* them, and it was revolting! Get it off of me! Get it off of me!

 

I looked down to my side, and saw *me*. My normal self, Rhonda. For the first time, I saw myself as others saw me. I was ashamed at the wrinkles that were starting in my skin. I wasn't 20 years old anymore, and it was starting to show. But I still had a wonderful body. I looked at my supple breasts under the nightie. It was hard to believe that the body I was looking at wasn't my own anymore.

I touched 'her' on the shoulder.

"Frank?" I said, in Frank's husky voice.

"Rhonda?" came the reply, in the high pitched voice. *My* voice. It sounded so different from outside of the real me. I thought it melodic, but from here, it sounded a little shrill. Almost whiny. Is that what I really sounded like?

"Oh my god, I'm you!" said Frank. He cupped his hands over the large breasts on my former body, and looked shocked. Then he moved a hand down, and touched himself between his legs.

"Oh no! Its gone!" he said.

"No, its right here" I replied, touching myself. What a strange awful feeling to have one of these things dangling down there like that!

"How is this possible?" he said.

"I don't know. I don't know" I replied, still in shock myself.

"What are we going to do?"

"I guess we just go through our day, and hope that we switch back tomorrow. I sure don't want to go around being you!"

"Same here!" he said. "I can't believe I'm a woman!"

"I can't believe I'm stuck in this body now" I said. "But what can we do? I'm going to take a shower, then make breakfast."

"Won't that look funny if I, I man you, Frank, is making breakfast?"

"Would you rather do it? You haven't cooked in ten years" I said.

"I do so cook!" he replied.

"Frozen pizza or hotdogs on the grill don't count. Look Frank, I don't feel like arguing right now. We have enough of a problem here, ok?"

"Yeah I guess so. Go ahead. I'll shower when you're done."

* * *

 

I took the shower, and soaked up the steam and heat from the shower. I washed myself all over. All this awful hair on my body! I had a hairy chest. It almost made me want to cry! And as I touched myself down there, between my legs, I felt so upset. To have this....this *thing* down there, sticking out of me. I tried to ignore it.

After I showered, I shaved my face. I had never done that, but it was easy. Compared to shaving your legs and your armpits, the face was a snap. I was going to put on my usual undies, but laughed at myself. Frank's body would look silly in panties, but then again, that would really upset him. He almost deserved it, after the way he had treated me for these past years. But I decided to play nice (for now), and to put on his usual boxers.

Then I looked through his clothes. Not a good outfit in the bunch. Way in the back of the closet, I found a shirt I had bought him for this birthday three years ago. He had never worn it. Well, he was going to wear it now!

I found his least wrinkly khaki pants, and put them on, along with dark sox. I never understood how he could go around wearing khaki pants, brown shoes, and white sox! Or worse yet, tennis shoes! If I was stuck in his body, at least he was going to dress nicely. I went downstairs to start cooking.

 

Fifteen minutes later, I saw Frank come into the kitchen, in my body. I had to laugh! My long hair was a mess, he had put on the worst outfit I had ever seen, with my old jogging pants and a long sleeved shirt. No makeup either.

"Frank, you should have worn something to show off your boobs. You did remember a bra, didn't you? I don't want to have my breasts sag. And you should wear a skirt. You look cute in one!"

"I'm not wearing a skirt!" he said.

"But you're a woman now. You can. And you should!"

"This is bad enough. Don't rub it in" he said. My former voice really sounded whiny now.

"I'm sorry. But you look so pathetic. You're not going out in public in my body looking like that! As soon as we eat, we're going upstairs, and I'll get you into a better outfit. Nothing too feminine, so you don't feel too girly. Okay?"

"Okay".

We were eating, when Jan walked in on us.

"Mom, what's up? You look terrible today!"

"I'm not myself" he said.

"Your mother is having a certain female problem today" I said. Jan gave a knowing look and said good-bye. She had to run over to a friends house. That meant we wouldn't see her all day. Good, as far as I was concerned!

 

After breakfast, I helped Frank get *my* hair in order, put on some light makeup, and get into a reasonable outfit (wearing a bra this time). He fought everything I did, but at least I looked presentable now (meaning my real body!).

"What now?" he said.

"Well, if some higher power did this to us, there must be a purpose. We must be meant to learn something as each other. Lets try to go through a day together, so we can support each other, help each other, and see if we can make it back to being ourselves."

"That sounds like something a woman would think of" he said.

"I am a woman!" I replied.

"In my body!"

He was clearly upset about being a woman. Far more upset than I was. Could it be that he was more emotional because of all the hormones flowing through my female body? Or was it that I was just stronger than him?

"What would you have us do then?" I asked. "What would a man think of? Sex?"

"Exactly" he said.

"You want to get laid? You want to have me stick this thing into you?"

"This may be our only chance. Don't you want to find out what its like?"

"Not particularly."

"Come on. Lets explore. You're the one who always says we need to try new things in bed. This is your big chance to try something *really* new. Plus, you know what you like. I know what I like. You do to me all the things you really like, and I'll do it to you."

"I don't know. This is all too strange" I said.

"What harm could there be? Come on!"

In my body, he still had his sex drive. Well, at least we now knew that came from his brain. I gave in, and took his dainty little hand, and led him upstairs. I still thought of him as 'him', even though he was in my female body. I hoped we would be set back where we belong, before I got too used to this.

Once in the bedroom, he started to strip out of his clothes.

"Hold it tiger" I said. "Women like to go slow and easy. Let me undress you, at my pace"

I made him start with some hugging and kissing, even though he hated that. After cuddling, I gently touched the soft skin on the cheeks of my former body, and told him how beautiful he was. Only then did I slowly start to undress him. I took off his clothes one item at a time, making a slow sensuous dance out of it.

"How is my body responding?" I asked.

"I feel something between my legs" he said.

"You're getting wet!" I replied.

"Ugh. Don't spoil the mood!" he said. Still ever the man, disgusted at female bodily functions. Even ones that were precursors to sex.

Soon we were naked, and I stared down at the female body that had been my own. I looked at the firm breasts, but that didn't do anything for me. I looked at the crotch that had been mine, and longed to have that back again. Then I looked at my former face and my hair. I stared deep into the eyes that had been mine. Then I let myself get hard.

"You always say that blow jobs turn you on, and you always wanted me to give them to you. So go ahead, show me how wonderful it feels" I said.

"I can't suck you...that's my..my cock" he said.

"You promised to do what turns you on. So get on your knees, and suck."

He was very reluctant, and I could understand why. But by now, I was curious too. I felt my long thick shaft go into the mouth of the woman on her knees before me. It felt warm, it felt wet, but other than that, I didn't see much point in it. I wasn't very excited about it. I wondered if I should let myself come, or if I should try to save it for later. I decided to wait.

"Okay babe, my turn" I said, helping him up onto the bed. I laid him down, and started to work on his (really, my) big breasts with my mouth. I have always found my breasts were sensitive, and if I could have gotten him to ever suck on them and play with them, it would have been a good way for him to have gotten me wet. But he wasn't into doing what *I* wanted in bed. But for now, I did what I had longed to have him do to me. And I could see it was driving him wild.

"Come on, I can't take it anymore. I am *so* ready!" he said.

"Not yet. I'm just getting started" I replied.

In fact, I kept up the foreplay for a full hour. By then, he was so wet that there was a spot on the bed, and we would have to change sheets when we were done. I had made him climax dozens of times already, using my fingers and my tongue. I still sported the same hard-on as I had before, but *I* hadn't even come once yet. But now it was time.

I got on top, and forced myself in. Sometimes when he didn't get me wet, he would have to really work to get all the way inside of me, because I was rather tight in my vagina. But since I had taken the proper time today to get everything wet and ready, it slid in easily. *He* didn't have to experience the discomfort I sometimes felt of having it forced in. No, this was smooth, slow, and gentle. Just like I like. So I know it must have been heavenly for him. The look in his eyes and the way he gasped were telling. He even screamed a couple of times! I rarely did that, so it must have really been good for him.

I kept pumping, slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster. Sometimes shallow thrusts, to make sure the clitoris was well stimulated. Sometimes deep thrusts, which made him open his mouth and the eyes roll back into his head. He must have come six times already since I had penetrated him. He was shaking all over.

Normally, once he mounted me, it would be 1-2 minutes, then he would come, roll off me, and want to go to sleep. But I made sure that I kept up the thrusting for 15 minutes. Only then did I let myself come. I was excited to feel this. Men did so much to chase women, just to have sex. So their orgasms must be really wonderful. I had experienced female orgasms more times than you can count, and I was multiorgasmic to boot. So I had such a high expectation of what the male orgasm was going to be like. I pumped away faster and faster, until I felt it rising up within me.

I was preparing for something like I was used to feel as a woman, but with the expectation that it would be stronger. Thats why I was so surprised when I came. First of all, it was so short! Just for a fraction of a second, I felt a warm surge radiate from my center and spread throughout my body. And like an involuntary tic, or a sneeze, I felt a jolt as I ejaculated. It pumped out in four bursts. But even before the first burst was fully out, the orgasm was over.

"That's it??" I said. "That's all you get in an orgasm?"

He was speechless. He was in the throes of ecstasy, from having just felt orgasm after orgasm. As I said, as soon as he came, normally he would let himself get soft, and roll off me. But I didn't do that. I stayed hard, and kept thrusting, gently now. He moaned as he got a few bonus orgasms. I could tell that his pussy was getting too sensitive now. I would actually get ticklish sometimes! So I carefully pulled out.

And whereas he would normally roll over and want to get away, I did what I had always longed for: I snuggled up against his warm body, and held him tight. He was in heaven.

"Oh my god" he whispered, still barely able to speak. "I had no idea."

"Of what?"

"That it was like this for a woman. I kept coming and coming! I kept building up, and getting better! I just cannot believe it can go on and on like that."

"Now you know why I had asked you all those times to do certain things. You rarely did, so it was rare that I would get to feel what you just went through. I'm glad you understand now."

He kissed me! And we held each other tight for what must have been fifteen minutes.

* * *

 

I had to go pee now, so I went into the bathroom. I had always hated it when Frank would leave the seat up when he was done, so I was determined not to do that to him today, since I was stuck being the man. Instead, I sat down and peed. Why in the world didn't men just do that? It was so simple! You wouldn't even need a movable toilet seat if they just sat down to pee (well, I guess unless you wanted to clean underneath it, like I did every week).

I just didn't understand men, even if I was stuck in the body of one now.

 

After I was done, and washed my hands (I suspected that he often failed to do so), I went to get dressed up again. Frank wanted to put on something plain, but I was going to have some fun with him now. I was going to make him wear something very sexy and feminine. After his experience with having the multiple orgasms, he was a lot more willing to explore his newfound femininity.

I made him wear a pushup bra and lacy panties.

"How come 'bra' is singular when there are 2 cups, but 'panties' are plural, when there is only one of them?" he said.

"How come you ask such dumb questions?" I replied. We both actually laughed. It had been a while since we had been able to joke with each other, without setting off some argument or hitting a sore spot.

Next, I had him put on dark pantyhose, then my sexiest little black dress. This one had a very low cut neckline. It showed off my breasts very well. I was impressed how my (former) body looked in it. I was a little upset to see myself from the rear though. I had always been sensitive about my weight in the thighs and my rear. But I guess it wasn't too bad. Like a lot of women, I was very self-critical.

After he put on my best heels, he looked stunning. Now all we needed to do was to go out somewhere, so he could get used to being in public as a beautiful woman.

 

I was wondering what I should have him do, when there was a knock on the door. Suddenly, I remembered. My friend Susan from work was getting married, and tonight we were having a party for her. Not really a bachealorette party, just us going out for a good dinner, making her to drink a lot at the bar afterwards, then dancing. Susan's fiancé Martin had invited Frank to come along out of courtesy, since I had been invited to go out with the girls.

"Don't do anything stupid!" I said, as I rushed him out the door, with a purse slung over his shoulder. He looked at me helplessly, as Jackie dragged him into the car. I had to laugh as he teetered in his heels. He would be in for one heck of a night with the women.

But what about me? I was going to a bachelor party. I had heard what guys did, and I had to admit that I was a little curious if the stories were true. But I was also very uncomfortable. I would have to act like a guy out in public. I didn't know if I could pull it off or not.

I put on the outfit I had on earlier. It seemed like it was dressy enough to go to a nice restaurant, but casual enough to be comfortable. A knock at the door told me that my ride was ready to pick me up. Here we go!

* * *

 

At first, I tried to keep quiet around the guys, and observe how they talked to each other. With women, the conversation was the focus of our being together. I noticed that with the guys, the activity at hand seemed to be the focus, and you didn't even have to talk! And when they did talk, it seemed to mostly be bragging about themselves. So I tried to fit in, and not act too differently then they did. I even drank a beer, which I *never* did when I was a woman. It just filled me up too much, and if I was going to waste calories and carbs on something, it had better taste like chocolate, or have more kick than a beer does!

We hung out and played pool for a while in the basement. Then we loaded into cars, and drove off for a steak dinner. I normally skipped steak, as well as onion rings, loaded baked potatoes, and all that. But it wasn't my body! I splurged, and ate all the stuff I enjoy, but deprive myself of. I actually had a good time!

But then came the worst part. We got into cars again, and drove around to the bad part of town. I followed the guys as we headed into a strip club. Ugh! I hated even the thought of those disgusting places. I had heard all of the stories. Nothing would make me go into one of those places, although I actually had dated a guy who wanted to take me to one, on a date! Needless to say, he never saw *me* again!

The best man gave the guy at the door a bunch of money, and they sat us near the stage. What sleezebags! The drinks were expensive, and watered down. The music was loud. And on the stage, there were all these women who had absolutely no shame.

Some looked like they were barely 18 years old. Most looked like they had plastic surgery, to enhance their bodies, particularly their boobs. A woman can tell by the way they hang, or how they bounce when the girl dances, that they're not real. Real boobs as large as that jiggle. Fake ones don't quite do it the same way.

So anyway, these girls would stick themselves in the faces of the guys, who would put dollar bills into their garter. They danced with the poles, and were just disgusting. My mother would have killed me if I ever did anything like that in public!

Then they would come around to the tables. Guys would give them $20, and they would do a 'private dance' for the guy. Or lap dance to be more accurate. Some of them did a little bump and grind on the guys laps.

I looked with jealousy at the model perfect faces and hair, not to mention legs and thighs that I hadn't had since I was just a 19 year old girl too. If only I could keep my butt in that shape! But they had way too much makeup on, and tried to act sexy or something, always licking their lips, holding their mouths open, or doing disgusting things.

I guessed that the men who were fat and balding felt some sort of thrill from having pretty girls pay them attention. But at $20 for a 3 minute dance, that was a pretty steep price! I caved in and let this one girl dance for me, so I didn't stand out as a freak when all the other guys were doing it. It was too loud to talk, so I just sipped my beer, and wished I could be a girl again, as young as these pretty things.

 

After a couple of hours (it had to be at least that long, it was excruciating for me!), we left and headed out to a bar.

"I have a surprise there for you" said Martin.

When we arrived, I wondered what this surprise would be. It turned out to be a blonde. One who knew me, and ran up to hug me. I had never seen her before in my life, but she sure was friendly with Frank! I tried not to show my anger. I didn't want to ruin the party for everyone else by making a scene.

"Lets take a walk" I told her.

"Don't let him take advantage of you Judy!" said Martin, as we left.

So her name was Judy.

"Its too smoky in there. I needed some air" I said.

We walked outside, and she took me by the hand. I had suspected him of having an affair. She was a pretty young thing, and I could see why he would have been attracted to her. Unlike the sleazy women at the strip club, she seemed nice. But how could he have dared to act on his attraction? I had seen many men who looked wonderful. But I had never even thought of going outside the bonds of marriage. But that hadn't stopped him.

"You seem quiet tonight" said Judy.

"I'm just doing a lot of thinking" I replied. "So, tell me about your day."

She gave me a funny look. I guess guys didn't talk like that.

"Well, I did some more decorating of the new apartment. When you move in with me, I'm sure you'll like it. Then I looked at some brochures at the travel agency. I still think Paris would be the best for the honeymoon, but Hawaii sounds wonderful too. I just can't decide."

I stopped. It took all my strength to keep myself in control. I was so mad at him!

"Judy, do you really think this is a good idea?" I said.

"Well sure! Your wife is going to leave you, and she's filing for divorce soon, right? So we can be together."

"But you're just a young girl. I'm old enough to be your mother" I said. She gave me a strange look. I realized the slip I had made.

"You have your whole life ahead of you! You can go to college, get your degree, and do anything you want! You don't have to be tied down to someone as old as I am. When you are in your 40s, I'll be in my 60s! You will want to be out doing things, and I'll be ready for the resthome."

She looked up to me with sad puppydog eyes.

"You really love me, don't you Frank" she said.

"Yes I do" I lied. "That's why I have to let you go."

She started to cry.

I comforted her, and we kept on walking for hours, just talking and talking. She was a very nice girl. It wasn't her fault that Frank had lied to her. We spoke like girlfriends would, and by the end of the walk, she seemed resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to marry Frank anymore. She even seemed somewhat relieved.

I wanted to do something for her, since she had put so much into trying to build a new life with the man she loved. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out my money clip. Frank must have planned on spending a lot at the strip club; I had $500 in cash on me.

"Here take this. You can get back on your feet, and get your life together. If you need anything, just call me, okay?"

"Okay" she said. I was worried that she would throw the money in my face or slap me, but she understood the spirit of the giving, and was actually touched by it.

 

I went into the bar, and the guys were just wrapping up.

"I'm beat. I need to go home" I said.

They took me home, and dropped me off. They were heading to the casino, but I was done for the night. I went upstairs, and looked to see if Frank was back yet, with my body. What a terrible night he must be having! Being thrown into a situation where he would be surrounded by women who wanted to party. He would be sweating every moment of it. I chuckled. It would kind of serve him right in a way. I just hoped he hadn't done anything too embarrassing. Because he was doing it as me!

Half an hour later, I heard a car pull up, so I went to open the door. It was Frank, in my body. He got out of the car with Ellen, and they made their way to the door.

"Sorry Frank, but we got her a little drunk" she said.

"That's all right, as long as the didn't drive" I said.

"I've never seen her like this before! She just cut loose. She was the life of the party! We've never had such a good time. Well, got to run. See you next weekend!" she said.

I helped Frank upstairs, then to bed. He couldn't stop gushing about what fun they had together. They did all the things we had planned, plus a few surprises I hadn't expected. Sexy party games, and things like that.

He kept going over details, going on and on in a way that a woman would, if she were talking to a close friend. She had done well all night, and nobody had even suspected for a moment that she was really a man in her heart and mind.

"I want you" she said to me. "I want you to do that to me again!"

"You're drunk Frank" I said. "It won't be as good for you."

"I don't care. And stop calling me Frank. I'm Rhonda now, you know."

"Oh I know" I said. I helped him out of his clothes, and got him to bed. I would have a huge hangover in the morning when we switched back. *If* we switched back. But that would be a small price to pay to be myself again.

As soon as Frank's pretty head hit the pillows, he was out like a light. I got ready for bed too, curled up next to him, and fell asleep.

* * *

 

In the morning, I could barely open my eyes. I had such a spitting headache! But a headache never felt so good before. I had to touch myself between my legs, just to be sure that I was myself again.

"Frank, wake up!" I said, poking him.

"What?" he said. He looked down at himself. I expected for him to be overjoyed to get his thingie back. Instead, he looked disappointed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I....I'm me again."

"Yes, feels good, doesn't it?"

"No! I liked being a woman much better. I wish I didn't have to go back!"

"You really mean that?" I asked.

"You've been both too. Which do you prefer."

"I prefer being a woman of course" I said, "but I thought it was because that was who I had been all my life."

"No. Its because being a woman is better."

"Speaking of women," I started, "I met Judy last night."

"I have to talk to her" he replied.

"Why?"

"To tell her its over between us. Last night made me realize again who *you* really are, and all the reasons that I love you. I'll call her and end it right now."

"She already knows its over. Its done. I told her to call if she ever needs anything."

"You did?"

"Sure. She's a nice girl. She was just mixed up. But now she's on the right path again. And so are you?"

"Yes. Come on dear, lets make love. Now that I know what you like, I want you to feel the way you made me feel yesterday."

* * *

 

That was a year ago. Our marriage is again wonderful, like when we were newlyweds. He is so much more understanding now, and sensitive to my needs. And he seems to have retained the ability to talk and act like a girl. I let him dress up in my clothes sometimes, so he can pretend to be one of us.

As for me, I gained a deeper understanding of men as well, and I give him more free rein than I used to. I even let him go to bachelor parties. It wasn't all *that* bad, and nobody did anything like the stories I had heard. I respect him and his ways more now, just as he does for me.

Now he really takes care of me in bed. Multiple orgasms every time! Being a woman for a day sure changed him. And all for the better. He would have been happier if he could have stayed as the woman, but I don't think I could have taken being a man.

Oh, and by the way, now he leaves the toilet seat down too!

  

  

  

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