The body that Cass had always fantasized having was not only male, but generously endowed and outstandingly virile. The body he had fantasized about having sex with--my body--was fat, but also energetic and highly orgasmic. I overcame my initial reluctance and let Cass lead me to his bedroom, a plain and unadorned place in a male style, He was trembling with excitement over the combination of the fulfillment of his lifetime dream of manhood and the sexual availability of what he referred to as a "goddess." I was growing more excited myself. Regardless of the shock of finding myself fat and female, this body wanted sex. I couldn't take my eyes off Cass's erection.
The next three hours passed in an orgasmic haze. We coupled with an enthusiasm that not only did not diminish but actually increased as Cass experienced the longed-for joys of manhood and I grew steadily more acclimated to my female body and its sexuality. Eventually, almost at the same moment, we fell into an exhausted sleep in each other's arms.
I woke up to Cass's light snoring and dragged myself to the bathroom. On returning, I wished for the still-unconscious Cass to have a long, happy and sexually fulfilling life as a man. He would make some lucky ladies of size very happy.
"I wish to return to my original body." I said. Womanhood was a nice place to visit, but I didn't want to live there.