I was so lost in the intoxicating sensation that he was experiencing that I
didn't realize that one of my hands had reached up to Heath's balls, and was
fondling them.

Shortly, I felt the cock in his mouth grow harder still.  Then I tasted warm
salty liquid spurting into the back of my mouth.  I swallowed and swallowed until
it was all gone.  It was Heath who had to disengege me from trying to suck out
more cum from his dwindling penis.

I licked the stray droplets of his cum from my lips.  It didn't taste as bad as I
thought it would.  In fact it even tasted . . . delicious?  Then I looked up to
him, from my submissive position to inquire, "Do you believe me now?"

"Yes," assured Heath.  "I believe you, but I already knew.  Something was weird
today."

"W-what? H-how?" I stammered wide eyed.

"The way you fucked me in the bedroom.  Paige is never that passionate. She
usually just lays there, like a dead body."

"T-then the blow job . . . "

"Just to make sure.  Paige never gives me head.  She thinks it's too disgusting. 
It was a trick question!"

I felt like calling him a "bastard" for using me this way.  I felt like getting
up and punching him, but I knew that I wasn't his physical equal.  Now that he
knew that I was really a man in his wife's body, he was just as likely to hit me.
 I had to repress my outrage at what had just happened to make a plea for his
assistance.

"T-then you'll help me then.  You'll help me find my own body, and put things
right."

"No.  I like things just the way they are now.  You are a much better lover than
Paige ever was.  It's like your soul was meant to be in her body.  I don't want
to give that up."

Now I did rise up and try to pummel him with my small fists.  They just bounced
harmlessly off of his broad chest.  He plucked my hands away from his chest with
his much larger hands, like I was little more than a nuisance.

Then Heath asked me the most important question of my life.  "Do you even want to
find her?  You enjoyed it just as much as I did.  I could tell. Search your heart
and ask if you really want to give up forever the pleasure that you just
experienced.  You would never be able to feel that joy ever again . . . "

(Epilogue) By Raven

Exactly 6 months, and 2 days later...........

Paige disembarked from the merchant marine vessel, "Abraham Lincoln." It had been
an eventful voyage to some of the Scandinavian countries, that afforded her the
opportunity to test, then perfect, the techniques of her new male equipment. 
Each encounter only served to confirm her initial impression after the switch. 
She didn't ever want to go back to being a woman again.

She enjoyed the power, the respect, and strength of being a man.  Now that she
had Steve's body, she seemed to even learn and think faster.  It didn't take much
time at all to figure out and master the engines of the "Abraham Lincoln."

She did feel guilty about stealing Steve's body at first.  However, that night,
when he didn't come back out from the apartment, she knew he had ended up in bed
with Heath. Paige was confident that Steve had taken to his new status, just as
she had done with hers.  That initial guilt faded quickly.

Paige was really quite shocked when she saw her former body, and Heath locked in
an embrace, and kiss at the bottom of the ramp.  They were both unaware of
Paige's approach, as it was obvious they were lost in each other.

Paige alerted them to her presence when she got to the bottom of the ramp, by
saying sheepishly, "Uh . . . hi guys!"

When they disentangled, and turned to face Paige, in Steve's body, she got the
second biggest shock of her life (the first would, of course, be getting Steve's
body). The breasts of her former body were three times the size than when she
last saw them.  Steve had gotten them surgically enhanced!

"Oh my God," exclaimed Paige, in her masculine voice before either Steve or Heath
could say anything.

**********

I looked down at myself, and thought, It's the boobs.  I should have known that
she wasn't ready for that.

"Hello Paige,"greeted Heath.

Paige's stare was directed away from my chest to Heath's face. However, before
addressing him she looked back once more at my boobs.  That stare, as it always
did from a man these days, made me swell with feminine pride.

Heath had been right, naturally.  He was always right.  I did want to stay as a
woman.  The pleasure of making love to a man as a girl was too much for me to
give up.  Once the decision was made, and I relaxed, the rest had been easy.

I never had to make decisions again, which was okay because it was usually beyond
my ability to understand.  I let all the thinking up to Heath, and he took care
of me.

I just concentrated all of my thoughts on one thing . . . men, and turning them
on.  It was the only thing that I was very good at, which was okay by Heath.  I
made much better money as a stripper than I ever did working at Hooters.

Then again I couldn't be too sore about Hooter's.  It did get me my start