Felicia sat in my lap by the fire as the clock over the mantelpiece counted down to the new year.
“You ready, babe?” Felicia asked excitedly, clutching my face and stating into my eyes.
“Oh, yeah,” I grinned, my hands slipping beneath her oversized sweater and clutching her perfect bare ass. The ass that would soon be mine for another year.
At the stroke of midnight in the magic cabin we kissed and made the same wish. The world flipped around me and suddenly I was the one sitting in someone’s lap, hands gripping my ass. The face beneath my lips was more solid, masculine with stubble, while my body was lighter and the two wonderful breasts hung from my chest.
I pulled away and stared into the eyes that had been mine for the past year.
“You ready to make a woman out of me?”
Felicia grinned and set me on the floor, kissing her way up and down my neck before nuzzling in my breasts. I’d been waiting for months to have her body and I reached up to grope myself, hands stroking the breasts I’d missed.
Every New Years’ Eve we made sure to return to the same rental house, swapping back and forth. There were pluses and minuses to being each sex, and we both had fun switching things up. Lately, though, I’d been thinking about being in Felicia’s body earlier and earlier in the year.
As I lay on my back and she ate me out, the rich warm pleasure filling me and making me begin to moan, I thought maybe we shouldn’t come back to this cabin next year. Maybe these bodies were where we belonged.
