Fantasy Reversal Chapter 7

As this was to be my final day and night as Katrina I awoke early. Sam was still in bed as I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and dressed in my running shorts and sports bra, I stopped a moment to admire how I looked. My hands roving my own girlish body, gently feeling my curves. Finding, to my surprise I had enjoyed so much. As I admired Katrina's wonderful body, I was assured at how sexy her body is though I do not believe she ever realized how perfect she was.

During the jog, my mind wandered with thoughts about the week I had spent in my wife's body and the things I had done as a woman. For, some reason today I was acutely aware of my surroundings as I jogged and the heads I turned. Smiling to myself every time I looked back to spot a man gawking at me. It was if it was a game to me. A game in which I had concluded it was much more enjoyable to be the woman turning men's heads then it was to be the man ogling the women.

As the run continued my desires grew as I recalled what I had accomplished this week. I had so willingly participated I thought to myself, as I whispered to myself. "What a slut, I am." As I smiled broadly, feeling as though I had accomplished something.

That had to be a result of my influence over Katrina, as she would have never so willingly gave herself to the things I had done in this body. Maybe I was willing as I assumed it was for only a week. It was a chance to experience sex as a female. A secret craving which many men had. Yet, even though I had experienced so much I wanted more. To experience even more taboo things. Taboo things such as being an escort, picking up a strange man and having him pay me for sex. Or maybe, a man forcing himself onto me to suck his cock, pushing me to my knees, my fears on edge as he takes my unwilling body. Even, the idea of a man with a large cock filling my body so full he was almost splitting me. Things so dirty, like me lying on my back in the center of a circle jerk as a multitude of men cover me with their seed.