What was I doing?

What the fuck was I even doing spying on Bryce like this? He was my best friend and I’d never had any sexual interest in guys. At least not before the mind bomb randomly swapped me into this hot yoga instructor’s body. But, man, he looked so tasty lathering himself up. I shifted from one leg to the other, feeling my moisture dotting my panties as I did so.
Was it the brain chemistry of this woman I was stuck inside of that was making me feel this way? I’d certainly enjoyed touching myself and bringing this delightful body to orgasm at first. But recently it felt as though I was missing something. Somehow staring down at this blonde’s body as I ran her hands over her curves wasn’t doing it for me.
But Bryce was definitely doing something for me. I bit my lower lip as my gaze wandered down his body to the monster cock dangling between his legs. I couldn’t look away, wondering how it would feel between my fingers, how it would taste deep in my mouth, how it would satisfy the growing ache deep in my pussy.
Was I gay? But…I was a woman now and very much wanting a man. My brain was still transitioning. I was hesitant to give in to everything my new body wanted, still stuck with my old notions.
He shut off the shower and I knew I had a choice to make: show myself now and let what happens happen, or continue to hide the real me.

A car accident leaves a dropout brother swapped into his perfect sister’s body in Moving On, available on Smashwords, Amazon and Body Swap Stories. Preview here.