This choice: Maria Mendes, my old Spanish teacher, recently retired at 54 • Go Back...Chapter #3Maria Mendes, my old Spanish teacher, recently ... by: Unknown When I woke up in the morning I assumed I had dreamt the whole exchange, because I could still feel Katy snuggled up close to me in. I lay with my eyes closed and sighed as she planted wet kisses on the back of my neck. I promised myself to pay more attention to her problem today as her hand reached across towards my crotch - and stuck two fingers inside!
I flew out of bed, spun round and fell on what I assumed was a pillow. A grey haired Latino man crawled over to the edge of the bed and looked down with concern.
"Honey are you OK?" he said "I'm sorry I thought you were awake, I didn't mean to scare you!"
"What the hell is going on!?" I replied in a thick and croaky female voice. Wait a minute, did I just say that in Spanish!? I tried to clear my throat and speak again but stopped when I saw my hands, which were wrinkled and topped with half inch nails painted red. I looked down and saw a huge pair of breasts, deeply tanned and with a crucifix hanging between the wrinkled cleavage. I appeared to be wearing a lacy black nightie and the breasts rested on a flabby pot-belly. The pillow I was sitting on turned out to be my ass, but now it was huge, three or four times that of the one I went to sleep with.
"What's wrong Maria? Are you ill?" the man asked.
"Maria..." I replied, my heart hammering in my chest. I struggled to my feet; my body moving like it was stuffed with heavy jello. "No, please no. It cannot be true, it just cannot be true" I continued in husky Spanish. But when my eyes found the mirror, I saw it was. My reflection was now that of a short plump Latino woman in her fifties. My deeply tanned face was plump and lined, especially around mouth. You could still see how pretty it used to be, but it was way past it's best. My long nails brushed against it and touch a strained of grey black hair tied in a tight bun on top of my head. A glint of morning sunlight reflected off the wedding band I wore on one finger. She had put on some weight since I had last seen her, but there was no mistaking, I had got my wish - I was now Maria Mendes! I was a woman. Not only that, I was also married and 54 years old! I had lost 34 years of my life!
"I'm an old woman" I moaned in that thick scratchy voice. It felt like I had something caught in my throat that I couldn't clear but I remembered that Maria Mendes was a lifelong heavy smoker. This was just what my voice sounded like now. I had even lost my health and fitness. The huge pillowy breasts jiggled as sobs wracked my body. The old man, got out of bed and stood behind me.
"Nonsense, You are only 54 and as beautiful to me as the day we were married" he replied in soothing Spanish that I understood perfectly, his bushy grey moustache lifting in a smile. Oh my god, this must be must be Maria's husband. Correction, I realized with horror, this guy was MY husband!
"Now come, stop this foolishness and give your Carlos a kiss" he spun me round and pulled me close. He could only have been 5'9 but he towered over me. I would be lucky if I was 5'3. His face craned down towards me and I had little choice but to kiss my husband. I squeezed my eyes shut as our tongues slithered over each other and tried to picture Katy, but it was impossible with a bushy moustache tingling my nose. Something hard was poking me in the stomach and I realized with horror that it was Carlos's erection. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, we separated and Carlos smiled down at me.
"Now my dear...."
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