“Now if you'll excuse me, my next patients are waking up,” said the professor. “Ah, what a coincidence. It's the doner of your lovely new body, Mr. Donaldson. Tell me Vanessa, dear. How do you feel?”
Steve struggled in vain against the restraints holding him down as he listened to his own voice begin to speak from across the room.
“Wh-Where am I?” said Steve's body. “Hey, you... you're that weird old dude who picked me up in the bar. Then... you took me back to your creepy old mansion and... what happened next?”
“We had sex,” said the professor, in a dry, clinical tone of voice. “Twice, in point of fact. It was a zesty, energetic experience. After that I drugged you and kept you down in my lab, sedated until I found an appropriate test subject. Fortunately, the Donaldson family wandered by. And Mister Donaldson proved a wonderful specimen to test you with.”
“Ewww,” said Steve's body. “You made me have sex with some strange dude while I was all unconscious?”
“Not at all,” laughed the professor. “You misunderstand. I removed your brain, Vanessa. Then I transplanted it into Mister Donaldson's body. His brain is in your body. But back to your reaction just now – you find the thought of having sex with a strange man disturbing?”
“Well, duh,” answered Vanessa with Steve's voice. “And it's way creepy thinking you'd do anything to me while I was knocked out and stuff... and... hey, you really did swap our bodies! I... I... I'm a man now, aren't I?”
“Yes, yes,” said the professor curtly. “You're a man. And Mister Donaldson is now a woman. He has your body. But let's get back to your diminished libido, Vanessa. It seems you not only have Mister Donaldson's body; you also possess his waning, middle-aged sex drive. Or lack thereof, actually. How about you, Mister Donaldson? What is your reaction to the thought of engaging in sexual intercourse with me?”
“Screw you!” shouted Steve angrily.
“Yes, yes,” said the professor impatiently. “In the popular, gutter vernacular, that is exactly what I mean. Would you like to 'screw' a person such as myself?”
“No way! I... I...” Steve suddenly trailed off, his voice becoming softer and a bit higher pitched. “Oh shit! What have you done to me, you maniac? I... I do feel all horny now. I... shit, this is embarrassing... ohmigod, I think I really would like that. Uh... can we, please... y'know... have sex?”
“Pity,” said the professor. “We're in the midst of evaluating an experiment. We really don't have time for that right now. But perhaps after we're done here... in fact, maybe you and Vanessa could service one another later. I suspect a woman such as yourself, Mister Donaldson, might be able to break through whatever intimacy barriers a man like Vanessa might be struggling with.”
“P-Please,” begged Steve softly. “Don't talk about... sex. God, I can't stop thinking about it now... change the subject. I just... I just want to... I mean... oh, God, could someone please touch me? I just need to be touched right now. Please? touch me... someone, anyone!”
“Was I that pitiful?” asked Vanessa.
“Quiet please, both of you,” ordered the professor calmly. “I have several more test subject to attend to.”
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(Originally written by SandySeeker. Source: https://bit.ly/2wDZbDw)
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