As I felt Mark climax deep within me I suddenly lost all control; it was as if I had been tipped over the edge of the cliff and I could only feel myself falling. I felt a dart of heat spread deep within me as I came over and over. This was even better than when I'd been with Enrique in my step-mom's body. Then Mark pulled out of me. I wanted to stop him and keep that feeling of him within me but I was just helpless to do anything. He then caressed me cheek and kissed me firmly before he took me by surprise and guided my head down the bed. Still a little dazed I wondered what he was doing before I saw his erect penis loom into my view. I opened my mouth to protest; I was a guy, I shouldn't be doing this I wanted him to sort this mess out. Before I could utter a word though I felt his velvety tip on my tongue and his full girth entered my now small and soft mouth. The guy was still rock solid. I was amazed. This distraction helped me overcome my initial gag factor and it must have been as if my new form took over as I started bobbing my head in time with the thrust of his hips. My blonde hair dropped forward across my face and I began to moan, even though I was pleasuring him in a way I just couldn't have imagined a day earlier, as he played with my firm breasts between his firm fingers. I don't know why but I loved massaging my slender fingers over his tight arse as I sucked away, running my tongue over his head. Time seemed to slow before I was brought sharply back down to earth as he exploded into my mouth. His final thrust was so hard his penis ran right to the back of my throat, and he came right onto my tonsils. I had no choice but to gag or swallow. The salty taste shocked me but at the same time excited me as I felt it run down my throat. Mark pulled out and rolled away as I ran my tongue over my now very red lips.
I suddenly felt a great sense of regret at what I'd done. I looked down at my beautifully tanned body, so close to that of my step-mother who I'd so admired, yet so young and pert. My smooth tanned stomach was covered in whity-transparent goo but I was most fascinated with my breasts. I also felt as if I was beginning to lose the sense of them as not belonging to my mind.
"What are we going to do with you?" Mark opined, "You've got no belongings, no clothes here. We can't even get you out of the dorm."
"I'd rather hoped you were going to help ME with that one." I half-screamed at him. "What on Earth happenned to me. I was meant to return back here and be myself again"
"You obviously did something that tied your soul into that of your step-mom too much" Mark interrupted "You didn't, y'know, *touch* yourself when you were transformed did you?"
"Hell you sent me into my step-mom's bed where she was having a damn affair!"
"Oh, no. That's bad." Mark looked worried. Shit. What did this mean for me?
"Can't you just turn me back into myself now?"
Mark replied that he could do, but he wasn't sure that I could visualise myself any more, since my vital being seemed to have transformed. "You've got two options, I think" he said. " You can try changing into another guy, sleep with someone, then come back as a guy like they are but at your age, I could try the bads of Gavros, which is a real long-shot, or you could stay as you are..."
"What!"