But who am I really?

– “Hi, where ya headed?” She stuck her head into the window on the passenger side. “To Dublin,
where are you headed?” Hugh smiled at her Irish lilt, musical, like a light gavotte. “Oh, too
bad. I’m not headed to Dublin until tomorrow. But I’ll take you as far
as Limerick, where I’ll be spending the night.” “Thank ya, that’d be very kind.” She opened the door and stepped in.
“And, by the way, my name is Erin O’Neil.” Erin was tall and thin, had
pert breasts in a thin linen shirt, jeans, and long, wavy, bright red
hair tied in a ponytail. Her features were classic – right out of a
Pre-Raphaelite painting – and her eyes danced with pleasure. She
dropped her backpack in the back seat and closed the door. Hugh caught himself staring. “Oh… and I’m Hugh.” “Well goodness, just like my ancestor, The Great Hugh O’Neill.” “Except it’s just Hugh Johnson. Who was ‘The Great’ Hugh O’Neill?” “Only the last Gaelic Chieftain of Ireland. But, alas, defeated by the
English in 1600.” “Wow, that’s some pedigree.” “Ohhh, just one of many exotic secrets in the O’Neil family tree.” “Well then, tell me all about all about it!” Hugh drove on, completely taken with Erin and her lively talk. Her wild
and free spirit maintained a deep sense of history and a fierce pride
in her native Ireland. It didn’t take long to discover that she was
setting out from her remote home on the Dingle Peninsula, hitchhiking
to Dublin as the first stop on her trip to the United States. Hugh also
found out that Erin belonged to a family of farmers, that she helped
her parents manage the herd, that her family tree had been traced back
over 400 years, and that she was headed to Dublin as the first stop on
her trip to the United States. She smelled strongly of wool, which Hugh
found to be strangely intoxicating. “So now tell me, mysterious Hugh, what are you all about?” Hugh sighed. “Oh, I’m so dull compared to you. I live in Boston, I’m a
manager, and I hate my life.” “Oh, Hugh!” Erin exclaimed, “how could ya hate your life when there
are so many nice surprises left!” And with that, she leaned over and
gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Hugh looked at her, eyes wide, feeling her moist kiss on his skin.
“I… uh… um…” He tried, but just couldn’t get any words out. Erin smiled. “Well… aren’t ya goin’ to thank me?” “Thank you? Oh! Thank you! That was so, incredibly, sweet of you…”
Hugh blushed deeply. “You’re so cute. So, why do ya claim to hate this life so much?” Hugh embarked on his life story. He and some friends from college had
started their own company 5 years ago. This was based, in part, on
their experience managing the Universities computer’s, and the
University had provided them with their first contract. Two years
later, the fledgling company had been purchased by one of the Baby
Bells. After the purchase, things just stagnated. The new company was too
bureaucratic, miserly, and insisted they do nothing but service the
existing customers. What had been a fun job with friends, turned into
something boring and tedious. And just before vacation, he had been
informed that his parent company planned to disband his group and fold
them into another department. Hugh would be out of a job. That had been two weeks ago. Now that vacation was over, all he could
think about was having to go back to work to fire half his staff, and
then get fired himself. “And so, 5 years of my life,” Hugh sighed, “all those 12 hour days,
weekends, everything, working on this product, and now it’s nowhere. I
hate it. And for what? I’m just wondering what in this world is
important. Who am I? I’ve had no time for family, I have no other
interests, and my life’s work has gone down the drain.” “Oh, you poor thing!” Erin was mocking him. “Poor, poor, Hugh. Let me
ask you this, what did ya get when you merged your company. Stock
perhaps?” “Well, yeah, I got some of stock.” “And what is that stock worth today, hmmmm?” “Well, yeah, it’s worth something.” “Well there you go. Now you ‘ave the freedom to discover what is really
important to you. Most people I know would jump for the same
opportunity. Most people I know don’t ‘ave such choices. You’re just a
lost soul who needs guidance.” “And I suppose you’re the one to help guide me?” Erin smiled broadly. “My mother always said that I ‘ad the very spirit
of her ancestors – poets, charmers, enchantresses, and harpists.” “I believe it.” But Hugh still looked glum and sighed heavily – work
was on his mind. He looked up at Erin, hopeful, “Would you like to join
me for dinner? My treat!” – – – – – – – – – – – – They arrived in Limerick, a clumsy industrial town and had dinner in a
local pub. Throughout the evening, Erin had been sparkling and
thoughtful. She succeeded in lifting Hugh’s spirits somewhat, but as
they stepped out of the pub he felt this ephemeral mood escape. Hugh looked up at Erin. “Listen,” he sighed, “why don’t you just spend
the night with me. I got a suite for my last night’s stay, and I can
sleep on the couch and you can have the bed. And the way I am tonight,
you have nothing to fear.” “Well, I was just going to find a hostel for the night…” “Please, I owe you something for being so nice to me.” Erin turned towards Hugh and with a light touch under his chin, tilted
his head up. She looked into his eyes, searching and thinking. For a
second, Hugh forgot everything else, and just looked at her, realizing
for a second that here was someone he would miss if they should part
tomorrow. The full moon, blood red in the industrial sky, peeked out
over her left shoulder. Erin stood up on tiptoe and kissed him on the forehead. “Alright, I
accept your offer. But you sleep in the bed. You need it. I’ve slept in
the fields with my sheep, so a couch will be more than enough.” “You sleep with the sheep outside?” “Well, it only ‘appened twice. Once on a dare, and once when I came
home late and forgot me key.” “What’s it like?” “When you wake up, all ya want is a good hot shower.” Chapter 2
——- – Hugh woke to darkness and warm moist lips, which were kissing his
forehead. He looked up at Erin who was in bed with him, leaning over,
as her long hair (no longer in the pony tail), cascaded over them both,
lightly brushing against his face and chest. “Uh…” he struggled to remember where and who he was. Erin brushed her cheek lightly against his, kissed his ear, and then
did the same to the other side. Hugh looked up at her, but he had been dreaming of work, and his
shoulders pulled inward with the weight of his concerns. “Oh, Erin, why
are you being so nice to me?” Hugh curled up into a ball, turning away
from Erin. Tears formed and then wetly dropped onto the pillows. “Shushhh” Erin hugged him from behind. After a second she started
humming in his ear. The tune was exotic and haunting. Hugh gradually
calmed down and he turned towards her with wet eyes. Erin brushed her fingers over his face, wiping away the tears. “This is
a very special Gaelic song, very old.” She began to sing it again, no
words, just notes. After a second, Hugh felt the song work its way in,
and a second later he found himself singing too, following along.
Although he had just heard it, it came so naturally – like he had known
it since birth. Erin leaned forward and brushed her lips against his and Hugh
responded, as the both continued to sing. Hugh felt enraptured by the
song and her eyes. He looked up and cradled her cheeks in his hands as
she did the same with his cheeks. Their motions were in synch, like
their singing, as he explored her face, and she explored his, he
explored her neck and she his, and she explored his shoulders and he
explored hers. Hugh felt more content and trusting than he had ever felt in his entire
life. The song they were singing and their synchronized motions made
him more aware of what she was doing to him than ever before. He saw
through her eyes. He felt with her fingers. As she stroked his chest,
Hugh felt what her hands would feel with the light wisps of hairs that
grew there. His chest felt what hers would feel, covered with a gauzy
linen night shirt, feelings of palms over generous bosoms, lightly
stroking a stiff nipple, causing jolts through his body. The two of them hugged tightly, breasts compressed against chest, Hugh
felt large hands run down over buttocks, pulling the nightshirt from
underneath and then stroking bare flesh and teasing the crevice
between. He vividly felt what her hands would feel, as they smoothly
traced down a naked back causing goose bumps in it’s owner, then traced
over the waistband of the briefs, then underneath the waistband. He
felt so clearly the waistband trapping his hand inside and the briefs
hugging his hand to a pair of muscular buns, which shivered and
clenched, trapping the fingers between them. Hugh and Erin parted slightly, fingers which had been stroking in the
nooks and crannies behind now slid out and slithered around their hips,
each one looking deep into the other’s eyes. Hugh wondered if Erin
wanted to go further. Did she intend to do more than merely comfort a
mentally sick and distressed soul? He looked at her and saw himself from the outside. Fingers worked their
way around hips, he felt a hard penis, but was it his hands or hers?
The hand stroked, and he enjoying the gasps and sensations he saw
flitting across his partner’s face. Erin worked her fingers around, and
Hugh felt what she was feeling spiritually as well as physically.
Somehow, he felt strong fingers work their way between his legs and
trace through his pubic hair. He felt a pussy become wet and slick with
an intense and growing desire. The song had brought them to one being. It was now just barely
whispered, but whispered together, and yet it still filled his mind so
he could do nothing but follow the song, wherever it would take him,
his guide. So complete was this dreamlike state that Hugh lost track of
where he was, whose fingers was whose, who owned the penis, who owned
the vagina, whose labia was being stroked and who felt it. Hugh registered the sensations coming from his fingers. Fingers trapped
inside of elastic briefs, fingers stroking a silky penis, a hard and
straining penis. These fingers gradually pushed down the briefs, no
longer trapped now, fingers and penis in the open air, but fingers
still holding, caressing, tracing the veins, tracing the ridge around
the glans, causing the owner of the penis to jerk in pleasure, with
small gasps. Hugh watched as strong fingers moved underneath the linen nightshirt,
stroking up and down pussy lips, lubricating them, causing his body to
tremble. A finger entered, parted the lips, and pushed in deeply. He
felt the finger caress vaginal walls, work it’s way deep inside, and
touch places he had never felt before. The thumb on the outside
gathered some of the slippery fluids and then worked its way between
the folds at the top of the pussy. What had previously been tremors now
became convulsions, as his entire body pulled taught and he lost his
breath. Hugh watched from outside as he saw himself smile at the
manipulations which were wrought, manipulations which Hugh felt (in
sympathy?) as if they were coursing through his own body. Hugh decided that enough was enough. He got to his knees and worked his
way over Erin’s body. Only it was Erin who actually rose, and it was
Erin who straddled Hugh’s body, the nightshirt flowing over them both.
It was Erin’s body that pushed Hugh onto his back, then reached down,
grasped Hugh’s penis, lubricated it, and thrust it in deeply, so that
the head of the penis hit against her cervix and the clitoris was
mashed against his pubic hair. Her body leaned over, hair cascading
over them both, and then kissed him deeply, her tongue tasting his
saliva, as the two, overcome with single-minded urgency, gradually
increased in tempo and pressure, until they pressed frantically
together and finally climaxed, first him, and then her. And it was Erin’s body which felt satisfaction and pleasure washing
over it, and felt the penis throbbing deep inside as her vagina
involuntarily contracted and grasped, squeezing the last drops of semen
out, full of sperm that worked it’s way deep into the unprotected
vagina. It was Erin’s body, but it was Hugh who felt it. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Hugh woke with his eyes covered and with gentle kisses being planted on
his lips. He woke gradually, enjoying the feelings, and then tried to
speak. “Shhh,” Hugh heard a whispered voice. He realized that it must be Erin,
although her voice was hoarse. The voice continued, “I have a surprise
for you. D’ ya want to see it?” Hugh held still and nodded his head. “OK. Now I want you to take things slowly.” The whisper was very light,
and right next to Hugh’s ear. “I don’t know exactly how this ‘appened,
but it’s amazing, and I hope you like it.” There was a pause. “Ready?” Hugh nodded again. “OK, now when I remove my hands, don’t panic. Just
take your time and go slowly.” The hand was removed from his eyes. And Hugh saw himself in a mirror. But it wasn’t a mirror. Hugh took a few deep breaths and reached out a
hand and stroked the face before him. He felt stubble. He felt
masculine features. He felt short, thick hair. Hugh jerked back, scared. “But… but…” Hugh stuttered, “who are you?
Why do you look like me? This is impossible…” “I know, but somehow it happened! When I woke up and saw me lying next
to me… I nearly fainted!” “I… I don’t get it… yourself next to you? Who was next to you? Who
are you?” The body, which looked like Hugh, breathed a long sigh. “Hugh,” it
said, “look at your hands.” Hugh held up his hands. They were smooth, thin, and covered with
freckles. “Now here,” Hugh flinched as his look alike reached out towards his
head. “Please, hold still! I promise I won’t hurt you.” Hugh shook a
bit but held still. The hand reached out, grabbed some of Hugh’s hair,
and pulled it in front for his inspection. The hair was long, wavy and red. It was Erin’s hair. Hugh looked up, tears in his eyes, frightened and confused. “Please
stop!” he cried. “What have you done? I… I… Who are you?” “Hugh,” the man said, “please relax. Before anything else, ya must put
your faith in me. I’m your spiritual guide, remember? Now, ‘old my
hand…” The man held out his hand, palm up. Hugh, now shaking with fright, looked up into his own face. “Yes?” His
voice quavered. He saw the emotions on the other man plainly etched
into his face. He was frightened too. But Hugh also sensed his deep
concern. Someone so concerned for his welfare deserved to be trusted. The Hugh look-alike reached out his hand again. “Here,” he beckoned for
Hugh’s hand. Hugh looked into the man’s eyes one more time, then reached out and put
his hand into the upturned palm. The Hugh look-alike closed his hand,
and squeezed gently. Hugh realized that he had made the right decision. “Now, let us get up slowly, and walk to the bathroom mirror.” He helped
Hugh out of the bed, and the two of them walked into the bathroom. When Hugh saw Erin and himself, standing together, holding hands, his
first thought was one of relief, since the picture was the way it
should be. “Oh, thank goodness, I… but…” as Hugh looked closer he gradually
saw that something was not right. The wrong person was moving, the
wrong lips were talking, and he was looking at himself at the wrong
angle. Hugh looked towards Erin – and saw himself. Then looked back at the
mirror, then reached up and touched his face… and saw Erin touch her
face. “But, what has happened? Who am I? Who are you?” “Hugh, I am Erin! Somehow, I ended up in your body. Somehow, through
some cosmic confusion, you ended up in my body! I dunna understand, but
it must have ‘appened last night when we were together. You are Hugh. I
am Erin.” “Oh… Oh…” Hugh felt faint, and watched as his vision became fuzzy
and gray. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – And then he woke up in bed. “Hi sleepy head. Didn’t get enough sleep earlier? Had to faint on me?
You’re just lucky I was able to catch ya before ya butt hit the floor.” Hugh looked up and saw himself, again. Erin smiled at him: “No, it
wasn’t a dream. It was real. Hi!” “Hi…” Hugh’s voice was uncertain. He looked up at Erin, but saw
himself, “do I really sound like that?” he asked. It was like he was
watching a home video. It looked like him, he knew it was his body, but
still it seemed like someone else – and of course, this time, it was. Hugh reached out and touched Erin’s upper arm. He had never felt a
man’s body so closely before. Of course, he had felt all parts of his
own body, but this was approaching it from the third person, much
different. He reached up and touched her face, the stubble was so
coarse, is this what women feel? How can they stand it? He ran his
fingers through her short, black hair, he around the ears, he felt the
muscles under the shoulders and upper arms, he ran his fingers through
the chest hair. Erin submitted to all of the stroking without moving a muscle. She knew
that it would be required in order for Hugh to deeply understand what
had happened. But when Hugh tweaked her male nipples, she couldn’t help
but draw in a breath. “Hold on, that’s sensitive.” “Oh, sorry,” Hugh stammered and pulled back. “It’s OK. But here, feel this,” Erin took hold of Hugh’s feminine hands
and then put them on his own feminine face… …and it was so smooth. Hugh had never felt such smooth skin before.
Hugh stroked his face in wonder, no beard, no stray hairs, just
completely smooth! And so sensitive… he wondered if constant shaving
had desensitized his own face. ‘Is this what women feel?’ he thought to
himself, curiously, ‘But then, they’re probably used to it and don’t
notice.’ Hugh couldn’t stop. He stroked the length of his hair, and marveled at
how long it was. How he could run the hair through his fingers for two
feet or more before he reached the ends. He discovered some tangles,
and then felt a compulsion to work out the tangles, to continue combing
his hair with his fingers until it was completely free of tangles and
completely smooth. He lost himself for a while simply enjoying the
luxury of long and well-kept hair. It even smelled good. Hugh smiled shyly at Erin as he realized how absorbed he had become. Erin smiled back, “It’s OK. I was up an hour before you, and I did all
the same things. But here, there’s more.” Erin reached out and started to unbutton the top button of Hugh’s
nightshirt. Hugh jerked back, pulling the nightshirt closed. “Hey, stop that!” Erin couldn’t resist chuckling. “What? Do ya think I ‘aven’t seen it a
million times?” Erin reached out her masculine hand and gently stroked
Hugh’s feminine cheek. “Hugh, my love, please let me help.” Hugh felt his heart jump a bit when he heard Erin call him ‘my love’.
He looked into Erin’s eyes, breathing deeply. He could feel that he was
at a threshold, and that if they went further then it would become
harder and harder to turn back. Hugh thought for a second. Before he had started his own company, he
had always been sexually curious. Of course, he had never thought about
switching places with a woman, for that was impossible! But, once in
college, he had let himself become seduced by another man. It had been
strange playing with another man’s cock and sucking it, but it had also
been strangely exciting – enough, anyway, that he had also been
satisfied. But, ultimately, not as satisfying as having a female
partner and sharing in that exotic foreign culture that all women
share. He looked at Erin again. Erin stroked his knee gently. “Why not explore a bit? Why not see what
it’s like to be me?” “Umm… Sure…. Why not?” “Exactly.” Erin reached out and unbuttoned the top button of Hugh’s
nightshirt. Hugh felt the top of his breasts exposed, as the button was undone.
Erin reached down to the next button and undid it too. With each button
he felt his body become gradually unwrapped, as if Erin was opening a
book and the book was Hugh. Erin undid the button at his navel, and then gradually pulled apart the
nightshirt. Hugh watched as his breasts were revealed to the open air.
He marveled at their perfect curve, the freckles, the largish nipples.
Next, Erin grasped each of Hugh’s hands, and then gently guided them so
that an open palm cupped each breast. Hugh took a sharp breath. They were so sensitive! He hefted them, felt
the weight, then gently squeezed and stroked them. He felt muscles and
skin that had not existed before for him – feelings that came from new
parts of his new body. He lifted each one and felt the warm crevice
underneath. It felt good to stretch the skin in different directions.
It felt good to massage them deeply. Pleasing and relaxing warmth
spread through his whole body. As he squeezed, he could make the bosoms plump in different directions.
Hugh pushed them together and created some very pleasing deep cleavage.
He pushed them up high, so that he was just able to give them a kiss. Erin joined Hugh as her hands replaced his and she massaged his breasts
in circles. She was rougher than Hugh was, knowing how her breasts had
felt when she was the woman, and knowing what felt good. Hugh sighed as
they were kneaded. She pinched the nipples lightly, causing Hugh to
take little sharp breaths, and then pulled them away from his body,
stretching them into cones. “When I grew up to puberty, my breasts were so fascinating,” Erin
confided, “I spent hours stroking them and pinching them.” With that,
she pinched a nipple hard, and twisted. “Unh!” Hugh grunted. But then, when Erin released it, the afterglow was entirely delicious
as the nipple continued to tingle delightfully. Hugh responded with a
satisfied murmur. His awareness of his new body increased dramatically. Hugh felt something traveling slowly up his leg. He looked down and saw
Erin slowly pulling up his nightshirt. He looked into Erin’s eyes and
saw that she was watching him, looking signs of desire and compliance.
Hugh felt his stomach knot up. “What am I doing?” he wondered. The
butterflies caused a moment of nausea as he struggled to control his
emotions and think clearly. But clear thinking was clearly impossible. The attention paid to his
nipples clouded his mind. With a shock he detected a wet slipperiness
in his crotch. Seeing his eyes widen suddenly, Erin stopped, not wanting to rush
things. But Hugh quickly reached a hand down to hers, and gently guided
her hand forward. She continued her slow uncovering of his inner
thighs. Unexpectedly, Erin quickly reached out and grasped both nipples. She
pinched them hard, pulled out, shook them back and forth, and then
released. “Ow, hey!” Hugh cried out. He tried to cover his brutalized breasts,
but Erin grasped his hands and held them firmly at his sides. She then
leaned forward, gently licked each nipple, and then blew cold air on
them. This time Hugh’s whole body responded. His arms pushed out, his hips
arched up, his toes curled, his legs squeezed tightly together, and he
cried out silently as he was gripped by a consuming sexual tension. Erin smiled, evilly, at her power over him. As Hugh relaxed somewhat,
she continued pulling up the nightdress, until it just covered Hugh’s
new pussy. Hugh couldn’t stand it anymore. He reached down to take his nightdress
completely off… But as he did, Erin grasped his hands again. This time she roughly held
his wrists together with one hand, pulled them over his head, reached
behind his head with her free hand, and then pulled him close into a
deep kiss. Hugh whimpered and tried to pull away. He had never, ever, kissed a man
before, and, like facing some exotic and disgusting foreign food, he
was sure that he would hate it. But Erin gripped his hands tightly, and
held the struggling Hugh close. Her new male body was so strong, there
was nothing that Hugh could do but squirm and submit. After such a rough start, Erin surprised Hugh by making her second kiss
a gentle one. She pressed her mouth to his, gently worked her lips, and
encouraged Hugh to open his mouth and kiss back. Hugh felt gentle, but insistent kisses. As his emotions took over his
body, he parted his lips and started kissing the man before him. The
beard stubble on Erin’s face was scratchy, her lips had a savory taste.
Hugh’s mouth was gradually opened as Erin probed with her tongue in a
deep French kiss. As Hugh began to lean into Erin instead of pulling away, Erin guided
Hugh’s hands to her masculine shoulders. The two then hugged tight and
continued kissing and exploring. One thing led to another, and it
wasn’t long before Hugh felt Erin’s hard cock penetrate his vagina, as
it had been the night before. As they bucked with hips pressed tightly together, Erin just then
remembered that she had stopped taking birth control pills three months
earlier on doctor’s orders. But by then it was too late, and so, while
fully realizing the consequences of her actions, she pushed her penis
as deep into Hugh as possible, causing him to gasp and climax. The
sperm that ejaculated from her penis was added to the emissions from
the night before, and it worked its way deep into Hugh. Erin pressed her weight down on Hugh, pinning him to the bed. She held
him there for several minutes, with her penis deeply embedded into his
fertile vagina, pressed against the cervix, as the last few drops of
active semen were squeezed out. Hugh, unaware of what had transpired, enjoyed his submissive position
and the raw sexual contact that was forcibly pressed into him.