This was literally, the life, Bert thought.
His newfound youth had crossed paths with the beautiful Madeline, with the large mess or golden curled hair. She had just given him his first blow job in decades and he was absolutely on top of the world. He had gone for a walk the next morning as chipper as a clam. He smiled at everyone on the boardwalk. He felt like dancing!
Which as it happened, was Melanie's thinking exactly. She took him ballroom dancing the next night and his body could perform feats on the dance floor that he hadn't been able to do since before his ear hair started growing in. He was in love.
"I am so glad you can dance. Not just to techno but actually dance."
"It's been a lifetime since I could pull those moves! I really love ya, sweetheart!" He kissed her on the street and then they were at his house, kissing deep into the night. She performed her little trick for him and he returned the oral favors. He took her to a little slice of heaven. He had years of experience with whores, after all. But she was no whore. She was perfection.
The next night they were going to go out for dinner. She brought him back to her parent's place. She wanted to say hi to them and introduce him. Her former mother and father were divorced. That tends to happen when a straight wife swaps bodies with a man who equally wanted to change his gender. Her new body was a now 50 year old man with salt-and-pepper hair, Italian heritage, and a rather masculine craggy forehead. Not to mention a permanent five o clock shadow. Muscular, too. Her...his...new muscles burgeoned against his suit. Her name had been May and now it was Mac.
The first time Bert met Mac, was when they arrived to witness Mac and his former husband, Mike. Mike was straight and Mac was now a handsome gay man. The sexuality swap wasn't necessary so it made things even easier.
"You are always accusing me of things, Mae."
"You do NOT call me that. My name is Mac. Because I'm a man now. I'm ever bit a man you are. Believe me, I've seen what you're packing and I wouldn't mind whipping it out and comparing them!"
Then they both realized a smiling Bert and Madeline were there.
"Hi, Dad. Hi, Dad."
"Hello, sweetie." Mac came over and planted a gentle kiss on her face. "Your first father and I were just having a discussion. It's over now."
"You know, I just...wanted to introduce you to my new boyfriend. This is Bert."
"How do ya do!" Bert extended his hand confidently and shook Mac's. Firm handshake. She learned to be a man pretty good, he thought, and congratulated himself mentally for being so accepting.
"There's something you should know," Madeline said.
"Hi, Bert, how's it going?" Mike stepped forward and shook his hand. Mike was balding and in okay shape. A little on the short side, Bert thought with a tinge of pleasure. He loved looking down on other men! It was so much fun being taller than some other people for once!
"Dad, Dad. Bert is a body swap."
"Oh! Really?" Mac was interested, and scratched his stubble filled face.
"I'm actually 81 years old, and my new body is 18."
"Which makes it legal. I don't want to be a cradle robber," Madeline joked.
"Hey, that's a good one! You're really funny," Bert congratulated her.
"I know," she said.
"Eighty one. Tell me more, Bert," Mike prompted. He didn't say it in an overly friendly way. Bert went through his circumstances that led to this.
"And so, I was thinking of going back to school and majoring in business. I already have theater arts background and always wanted to act. I thought about trying to become a professional actor. I mean, this face is a goldmine. I can't believe how cute it is."
"It really is," Madeline agreed.
"So I have lots of options. But no more social security. That goes to the guy I swapped with. I get to keep the rest of my savings, though."
"Yeah, I'm familiar with body swap law," Mike said. "I'm a lawyer."
"Oh, okay. Well great, maybe you can help me keep this body forever," he said, grinning.
"Well, I have colleagues who are ruthless enough to brainstorm something like that. I don't know, I'm not really that kind of lawyer. I don't like the idea of trying to take advantage of a situation to steal someone's youth."
"Of course you have a problem with this," Mac added.
"Oh shut up, MAC. At least I'm not pretending I'm okay with my daughter dating the Picture of Dorian Gay over here."
"I am not gay. That was a clerical error," Bert replied. Madeline looked confused.
"Look, I am not okay with you dating my daughter," John said. "I think you should find someone your own age, or maybe a cougar."
"Thanks for the advice. But I have a cub right now. And that sounded gay. Goddamit."
"Look, all I care about is that you two are happy," Mac said.
"Happy, listen to yourself," Mike continued. "It's a body swap. Are you guys in love? Is that what this is? Because if five years go by and you haven't found a way to keep that body, you're getting an 86 year old one and I can guarantee you she is not going to date your body then."
"It's true, I would bail," Madeline admitted glibly.
"This has been fun!" Bert told them. "I gotta go somewhere. Anywhere. Mac, nice to meet ya!"
"You too, sweetheart. Don't be a stranger. Ta!" Mac said. He tended to swish his arms a lot. He was often mistaken for campy gay rather than just a body swap.
"Well," Bert said once they were outside. "What next?"
"Dancing?"
"Dancing!"
"Oh," he said when they got there. "You mean one of the new dancing places. Okay...I'm scared."
"Don't be scared. I'm right here."
He was so hot in the club for her. Colored lights swirled around them in the dark. They were dancing to the awful technobabble squeaky music, and he found that with this body he could really just thrash around as if he was never old. He couldn't remember using his body like this! He began emulating all the other young people and pretty soon he was pulling moves he had never pulled before! Holy smokes, I'm rocking out to techno rave, he thought, with shock and awe.
That night they were drunk on adrenaline. He took her home. His muscles were flaring. He had bought the right size condoms, (he had to use an extra large size, now!) He was so proud of his new cock size. Madeline was impressed.
"Holy shit, look at that thing!"
"I know," he admitted.
"How big is it?"
"7 when deflated but 9 fully rearin' to go."
"God, you should do porn."
"Maybe I should do porn. Maybe I should do some right now."
He entered her and she writhed in ecstasy. No woman had ever reacted to him this way before. Beastly, ungodly noises came from her. He rammed his new manhood into her fully engorged, and realized that no small dicked man could ever realize what this feels like, what the sheer POWER of having a big dick feels like as you're entering another person, filling them up with your massive tool.
She had so many orgasms, she told him after. She had never had that many orgasms before. She was panting when it was over. He had cum five different times in a row, going through just as many condoms. He had to admit, he was the man now. He was the man! He strutted his stuff in front of her, flexing his muscles.
"How's that for 81!"
"I love 81." She smiled at him.
The next two weeks was heavenly bliss, kissing and fucking almost non stop.
Unfortunately, the romance didn't last. Madeline wasn't ready for a long term relationship, especially with someone who might die in the near future if he had to go back to being old.
Bert was sad for a few days but as he told her, he understood. She had fun with him, she told him. And she told him that she hoped he'd find the person of his dreams.
"I need to go to the gym," he said to himself one day...