A New Body for A New World - 2) In Which Our Heroine Finds Her New Place in Life

I slowly came to consciousness, suffused with a warm glow that pulsed from the crown of my head to my toes. I stretched, feeling alive and free of the aches and pains that had troubled me the night before. The night before? Something was different. I felt cool, crisp linen beneath my palms and the soles of my feet, and clean fragrant woodland scents filled my head. I ran my hands across my belly, feeling soft downy hair and sensitive skin.

My hands moved up across my smooth, hairless ribcage and across my small tits, brushing my nipples, sending frissons of excitement through my body. My hands lingered on my breasts, feeling the soft smooth curve of wonderfully firm yet supple flesh.

With the fingers of my left hand I tweaked my nipples, making them respond by standing up: hard little nubs of oh, so sensitive flesh. All the while my right hand moved up, fingertips brushing my full lips, across my smooth face and into my thick, luscious hair. Um, this is not quite what I remember...

With my left still arousing my nipples, my right now moved down, back across my belly, feeling a tiny patch of downy hair. Of their own accord, my legs opened slightly, ready for my exploring fingers. They opened further and my fingers brushed past where my penis should be, felt that little cloven gulf and slipped into my already moist slit, spreading the lips, popping into my wet hole, before moving back up to brush against my clit.

My body shivered with sheer delight and a quiet moan escaped from my lips. God, this was going to be good.

“Good morning, sweetness, that’s enough for now” said a woman’s voice, quietly near my ear. I felt her warm, sweet breath on my ear, sat up with a start, and opened my eyes.

I was in an enormous room, with sunlight streaming through the windows onto the gorgeous fabrics, furniture and works of art. It looked startling like the Presidential Suite I remembered staying in at the George V in Paris that summer all those years ago. Tall, elegant sash windows with mid-morning sun slanting through onto the lush carpet. With senses working better than they had since I was a teen (hell, better than they ever had), I smelt coffee, croissants, and wealth.

Next to me by the bed knelt the most amazing woman: petite, almost elfin, with bright eyes and a mischievous grin. She wore a simple white linen top through which I could see the outline of her naked body revealed by the sun.

The only hair on her body was a brief smear between her legs and on her head, red, full and thick, cut short. She smelled delicious.

Although I had no idea who she was or where I was, I couldn’t help return her smile. She giggled, which made me smile more. She slid onto the bed next to me, brushing my thigh as she did so and sending another shiver through my body.

“I had to stop you. “She said. “Company policy. Sorry. All new arrivals need a while to adjust to their bodies, and there’s a few legal formalities we need to complete. Can’t go letting you have an orgasm straight off the bat, losing all perspective and slipping Out. Apparently there were a few problems early on, something to do with not being grounded in your body properly yet, and a risk of that first orgasm being your last, at least before the genetechs could reintegrate. And they really don’t like having to do that again. And I’m pretty positive that’s not your plan. ” She smiled again and took my hand.

“Come on, slowly now. ” She helped me off the bed. She was right: I did feel a little disconnected, like nothing was where it should be. I reached for the back of a chair and missed, my arms being considerably shorter than I remembered as a 6’ 3’’ tall man. Being 5 or 6 inches shorter would take some getting used to.

“First, do you know who you are?”

“Yes, I replied, hearing my voice for the first time. My hands flew to my mouth. My voice was silky and quite deep, the words well-formed and clear, with a hint of an English accent. I remember a New Zealand newscaster when I was still quite young, Lucy Hockings I think her name was, with a captivatingly luscious, deep voice. I sounded like her sister. Sultry and perfect for seduction. “James. My name’s. . . James?”

“James was right, but I don’t think that’s quite appropriate anymore, do you?” she said. “Now’s your chance for something new. ”

“Nina. For now, call me Nina. After Ms Simone. ”

“Wonderful, Nina” she said, and beamed the most amazing smile. The room, already lit with sunlight, became just a little brighter.

“Secondly, and most importantly, do you know where you are?”

“In a NuLife post-Resurrection recovery suite.” I said, without hesitation, while thinking “either that or I’m dead and in heaven. Same diff. ” I smiled too.

Her name was Paola, “but everyone calls me Pix, coz they think I look like a pixie. ” “But you do!” I said, and smiled.

Shit, enough about turning me on, I think I was turning HER on! I smiled more deeply, naughty thoughts racing through my head. Oh, I was going to have FUN!

Pix lead me around the room, my balance and coordination increasing with every step, until I felt nimble and quick. With only the slightest effort, I leaped like a dancer, landed gracefully, turned and found myself before a large mirror.

“Lastly, do you accept the body into which you have been Resurrected? It comes with a full six-month guarantee and at any time within this period you may apply for alterations, up to and including a full replacement body of your choice from our Premier catalogue. It turns out your theories on Zero Point Energy were right, you're now a Nobel Laureate, some investments you made before you died were extremely successful and, unlike many others whose money wasted away or were dispered while they were dead, you are actually phenomenally wealthy. This suite can be your home for the next six months too. Hell, you could buy the hotel!”

I looked at myself in the mirror and, quite frankly, if I was still a man, I’d give myself a hard-on. I turned one way and the other and grabbed my beautiful, pert arse; raised my arms above my head and looked at how my sweet little breasts rested on my chest.

My neck was long, and my face absolutely stunning. I could see Embeth and Ms Beart in my features and smiled. Pretty woman? You bet! I was fucking stunning!

The woman looking back at me was the most wondrous creature I had ever seen, incorporating all the attributes I had always admired in women. And she was me. Such a rush of pleasure and completeness flooded my body that I nearly fell as tears started to roll down my cheeks.

All those years of looking a women, watching them walk, looking at their legs as they drove, watching movies and imagining what it was liked to be so fully desired, watching naked women caress themselves, taking cocks in their mouths, lying back with legs spread as a gorgeous guy slid deep inside them, on their knees with a hard cock in their arse.

All those years of feeling like no one could ever understand that I didn’t do those things because I wanted to fuck those women, I did them because I wanted to BE those women, sucking cocks, being fucked, having hot, sticky cum fill my pussy, my arse. All those years of wanting finally fulfilled.

“Unequivocally, absolutely, completely, YES!” I beamed!

“Come on and I’ll show you around” said Pix. “This is your room for the next six months, and you’ve got this bedroom, a spare bedroom, three bathrooms, a gym, media room and lounge. That door there” and she gestured at a solid door, easily ten feet tall and six wide, “connects you to the central area. There are five other women here and six men, all of whom are new to this, all of whom chose the opposite gender for their NuLife, and have arrived or will arrive in the next few hours.

You’ll have plenty of time to meet them later. There’s also the hotel we’re attached to and you have free rein of all their facilities. But now, let me show you your room, closets and how everything works, and most importantly, how to be a woman. How are you feeling?”

How was I feeling? Like I had been a VERY good boy and died and gone to heaven. Pix showed me around the apartment and into the main bathroom.

“Most people want to take a quick shower at this point” said Pix. “I think it helps with the grounding”

“Good idea” I said, thinking that a shower would also help clear my spinning head.

Chapter 3 - Caution! Slippery When Wet

A New Body for A New World - 3) Caution! Slippery When Wet

I stepped into this enormous marble shower with a rain head rose above me. The water came on immediately, sluicing down my body, making my nipples stand erect again. I shampooed my hair and soaped myself up, then closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the warm water on my breasts and running between my legs.

Then the water wasn’t the only thing I felt on my breasts. Pix’s small, delicate hands cupped my breasts, her palms rubbing my nipples. I could feel her own breasts against my back, her arms around me, and her lips on the back of my neck. Her leg rubbed between mine and I opened them to accommodate her, leaning forward so my clit pressed against her warm, wet flesh.

She pulled away and the shower stopped. A Dyson BodyBlade sluiced the water from our bodies and I shook my head, my shoulder-length hair drying in the warm air.

Led by Pix, we headed back towards the bed, passing through the strong, warm breeze that dried our bodies. I sat on the edge of the bed looking into Pix’s eyes, and could feel the desire and anticipation building in me. Pix connected with my eyes, leant forward and brushed my forehead with her soft, pillowy lips. I closed my eyes. I felt her lips kiss my eyelids, the bridge of my nose, my cheek.

A soft moan escaped my lips ahead of Pix’s connecting with mine. My God, that felt good! Her lips pressed harder against mine and, as I felt her tongue gently probing, I opened my lips and her tongue slid between them, against my teeth and into my mouth.

I opened my legs and Pix stood between them as she kissed me deeply, her hands pulling my head hard against her as my hands seized her shoulders, ran across her back and down to her beautiful arse. I could feel myself getting wet and fell back on the bed, Pix on top of me, giving myself to the moment.

My hips rose to meet her thrusting mound which pressed against my wet pussy, and her movements against my engorged clit was sending frissons of pleasure right through my body. I was getting wetter and more turned on by the moment and we’d only been at it a matter of minutes!

I broke away from Pix and shook my head, trying to focus as I shifted further onto the bed and around back onto the pillows where I had woken barely twenty minutes earlier.

Pix smiled and followed me, sliding easily between my legs. I looked down at our naked bodies with my mind racing, thinking of all those girl-on-girls movies I had watched, and here I was now with a starring performance.

This time Pix’s lips went no higher than my neck and from there it was downhill all the way. I arched my back and neck to her kisses and could feel my erect nipples crying out for her wet tongue. Her lips brushed against my breasts, her tongue circling my burgundy nipples, before she finally took my right nipple firmly between her lips and pulled back, hard. Ecstasy!

My back arched again and this time my moan was not quite so quiet. My left nipple was tweaked hard between her fingers as she sucked my right. Left, right, left right. Her alternating attentions were simply amazing and my moans were getting louder.

I grabbed Pix’s head, pulling her away and burying my tongue in her mouth, feeling her hips pressing against my groin, as I held her head tight to mine. Finally, I broke away, falling back onto the bed again with the expectation of what was yet to come filling my every thought.

Pix’s lips and tongue went back to my nipples, but only for a moment before heading south. Her teeth nibbled on the soft skin of my belly, her tongue licked my navel, her chin pressed briefly against my clit, her teeth bit the insides of my thigh, and her breath tickled my clit. My clit! Those are two words I never thought I say, and now I could feel the warm, wet tongue of this stunning woman licking up from my dripping vagina to flick against my clit. Again and again and again.

Pix took my hard, erect, throbbing clit between her lips and sucked. It was like short, sharp electrical shocks being applied to my groin, too much but at the same time not enough. I wanted, needed her to stop but desperately wanted, needed her to keep going, keep going, keep going, KEEP GOING, KEEP GOOOOIIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! The orgasm exploded through my body, wave after wave of sheer, pulsing, all-consuming, brain-frying ecstasy shunting through my every cell and pore, over and over and over again. Pix kept her lips on me, pulled back a little, and licked me gently with her tongue as I tried to retain consciousness, before taking my clit between her lips again. Oh, no. Oh. NO. OH YES, YES, YESSSSS! I couldn’t believe I could cum again so quickly or so intensely again. I think this time I did pass out. I certainly had no consciousness of what happened in the next little while.

Chapter 4 - Water Sports

A New Body for A New World - 4) Water Sports

When I awoke, the sun had moved on, high in the azure sky, and Pix was nowhere to be seen. The amazing thrills I had felt in my clit had faded but now I had a different kind of hunger. Sliding off the bed, I padded across the carpet, pulled open the curtains and looked out across a small private pool and manicured gardens, leading down to a beach and the sea I could just glimpse in the distance.

I opened the French doors and let the warm, fragrant Mediterranean air waft in. It felt wonderful on my naked body. For a moment I was self-conscious of standing there naked, but then looking at this fabulous, fit body

I was happy to show it off. Oh, if only there was someone to show it off to!

I found a robe and carried the tray of croissants, coffee, chocolates and Krug onto the veranda. This was absolute bliss and worth every penny. Six months of this? Oh, that might be hard to endure, but I’m sure I’d cope somehow.

By the time I was looking through the bottom of my second glass of Krug the sun and the champers were doing their work, so I popped the Krug back in the bucket, let it float around in the pool, slipped off the robe and dived in. The cooler water was wonderful on my skin and my nipples were soon hard again, my small, pert, perfect breasts out of the water.

As I floated, naked, in the small private pool on the veranda, the sun on my tanning body, my small, short, pubic hair just visible below the surface, I saw Pix and a man walking up across the lawn from the beach. I couldn’t see the man’s face, but I could see he had a long, lithe, tanned body, white-blond hair, and walked with confidence and ease.

Pix was wearing a short, black dress that offset her figure fabulously and the man was wearing a white cotton shirt and trousers. With his tan he looks like some Adonis straight out of a commercial. Mmmm, thinks me. God, this gender change was certainly working a few hormonal perspective changes on me, and I draped myself over the edge of the pool, a little squiffy and drunk from the sun. I had a smile on my face as I spread my arms wide, lying there. The scent of the hibiscus, frangipani and bougainvillea that wind along the fences of this private space were heady on the warm breeze.

“Hello” said Pix as she smiled, “rested?”

“Oh indeed, I haven’t slept that well for a while, and now I’m floating naked in a pool in the sunshine drinking Krug 2063 and nibbling on some of the best croissants and chocolates I’ve had outside the Left Bank. It’s a tough life”

“Hi, I’m Colin” said the man. “Pix has told me about you and I thought we should meet”. I smiled, and he returned it, with a cheeky grin.

Pix said “Colin is one of our Facilitators and has worked for us for a couple of years. Hope he meets with your approval. ”

He certainly did that. As he squatted by the pool I couldn’t help but check out his tanned chest, strong arms and the bulge in his trousers. I bushed and Pix, noticing, giggled, stripped off and jumped into the pool, her beautiful body cutting through the water. Soon her naked body felt great against mine and I closed my eyes, hearing Colin splash into the water too. Then she was kissing me, her small tongue in my mouth, and on my ears and neck, her breasts pressed hard against me, her nipples hard.

“Sit on the edge.” said Pix, as she climbed out and poured me another glass of the Krug, before putting the plate of melting chocolate by the pool. I loved looking at her naked body and the way she moved. Just before she jumped back in I saw her pop one of the chocolates into her mouth.

Swimming over to Colin, she kissed him deeply, her chocolate-covered tongue in his mouth, smearing the sweetness across his lips. I saw him pull her tight, returning her passion. Watching them, I could feel that frisson starting in my clit again.

I sat there, my feet in the water, a melting chocolate in one hand and a glass of bubbles in the other. Colin swam over to me and I rubbed some of the melted chocolate on to his lips with the very tip of my finger. He smiled as he took my hand and licked the chocolate off my fingers, some having dripped down his chin to run down across his handsome chest and swirl darkly in the warm water.

My finger moved to trace around my nipple, hardened by the soft breeze now and my growing desire, smearing chocolate across it in a dark line.

He bent down and gently licked my nipple clean, then his arms came up around my neck and pulled me into the water. I kissed him, the taste of champagne and chocolate sweet and sharp together. His tongue entered my mouth as our arms went around each other and he kissed me deeply, passionately, lovingly.

He ran his hands through my wet hair and pulled my head harder against him while I pressed my thigh against his hardening penis. The sun is high and hot, and so are we: high on passion, chocolate and champagne, hot with desire for each other. The sub-tropics just got a little bit hotter and Paradise just got a little bit more desirable.

I turned my back to him now and I could feel his cock pressing between my cheeks, his hands cupping my breasts, his lips on the back of my neck. I moaned with the pleasure and the expectation, and turned my head to take his tongue into my mouth. This being a girl thing was just fabulous and in a few short hours I was well on my way to fulfilling all those fantasies I had as a man oh, so many years ago. Yesterday.

He turned me around and I wrapped my legs around his torso below the water, pulling him tighter to me, before he lifted me on to the side of the pool and, as he refilled my glass from the ice bucket as it floated by, I took another chocolate, squeezed the liqueur out of it between my fingers and ran my dark hand from my mouth, down my neck, across my breasts, my belly, through my hair, inside my thighs and across my clit. My finger disappeared inside me, and then slowly spread my wet lips, sliding up and down and in.

“Gosh, you’re going to need a shower to get all that off” said Pix, with fake naivety. There was a small piece of chocolate caught in my navel ring and he started with that, his wet body spreading the chocolate between my legs more.

He stood up and licked my lips, kissing me deeply, before moving down my neck and around on my breasts. My hard, chocolaty nipple felt wonderful in his mouth. He took a deep draught of the cold champagne and pressed his mouth back against my nipple, and my back arched as I pressed his head hard to me. Champagne ran down my breast, across my belly and thighs, then into the water. He followed its path, licking me clean.

My feet locked behind his back and I pulled him to me, my lithe arms pushing his head down. He could smell the chocolate, Krug and me combining and it made his cock even harder. Slow, hard kisses and nibbles on my inner thighs and now my legs are wider as I pulled him to me harder. He resisted, wanting to drag out my anticipation, drag out the pleasure. His tongue brushed against my lips and clit, tasting the chocolate and Krug, spreading me and entering me. Now he let me pull him harder against me.

The breeze and the pleasure brought goose bumps up on my arms and my nipples were hard and dark. He held my legs wide across his arms and ran his tongue up me from my arse to my clit, and then he stopped. Pause. His hand was on my chest and he could feel my heart beating fast as the sun, the wine, the chocolate, the sound of the waves, the smell of the flowers, and the feel of him between my legs was already lifting me. His tongue found the rhythm of my heart and flicked against my clit repeatedly, before he took it in his lips and pulled gently. I was lying back now, resting my elbows on the poolside, as I thrust my hips against him, meeting his rhythm.

He could feel my climax building and was tempted to pause and tease me but he knew I was too, too, close and now his lips and tongue were working on me while his fingers spread my lips and slid into my wetness. My orgasm was amazing and I saw Pix watching us with a lovely smile.

I slid back into the water and he held me while I got some strength back in my trembling legs. He moved me down to the end of the pool and turned on the tap to the stone sluice that fed the pool, a cascade of water washing the chocolate away. We both stood there and luxuriated under the heavy flow for a moment before climbing out and letting the sun dry us off on the loungers by the pool.

Chapter 5 - Well, Fuck Me! And He Did!