Alien Exchange Program
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Of course they didn't tell their
parents they were going to teach each other how to masturbate. Who would? I
mean it was a weird situation, but it wasn't that weird.
Hmmm. I'm just sitting here looking at
that last sentence.
I guess it was as weird as something
could ever get.
But they didn't tell their parents,
which was pivotal, because if they had, I'm quite sure different
decisions would have been made, which would have affected the future of the twins
in very different ways.
Again, I'm babbling. I'll just cut
to the chase again.
On the way home, Fran turned
sideways in her seat and looked back at her children.
"You're going to have to spend
as much time together as possible. You need to teach each other how to be each
other before you go out in public.”
"We already are each
other," said Craig.
"But you don't act like
each other," argued Fran.
"How can I teach him to be
me?" complained Carly.
"I don't know," admitted
Fran. "But you have to. And he has to get you ready for when you run into
Josh, and Tim and Brandon and all his other friends. And Craig, you know most of her friends, but not well enough to sit and engage in girl talk with them."
It was quiet in the back of the van
as both teens tried to imagine what it was going to be like mixing with a whole
new set of friends. Actually, they weren't "new" exactly, but it
seemed like it, because, suddenly, the type of relationship was
different than it had been. Carly thought about one of the boys her mother had
named, Josh Green. He and Craig played tennis together, more or less regularly.
He'd been over to the house half a dozen times, but not for long, because when
Craig was ready, they went to the courts to play. He was cute. More than once
she'd wished he'd ask her out. But that actually made her shy, so she never
tried to talk to him while he was there. They smiled at each other in school,
but that was it. Now, suddenly, she was going to be able to spend as much time
with Josh as she wanted.
Except that she had no idea how to
play tennis. And she had no idea what kind of things they had talked about ...
what kind of things she should know about him.
"There's no way we're going to
be able to pull this off," she said. "We've spent years developing
friendships, and neither of us will ever be able to catch up on everything we
should know. Maybe we should just move away and start all over."
"Be systematic about it,"
said Jack, looking in the rear view mirror. "You have three weeks left
before school starts. We'll tell your friends that you both came down with
something contagious, and that you have to be quarantined for weeks. Then the
two of you will have all day to talk about each and every friend, and what each
is like and all that kind of thing."
"We'd have to be joined at the
hip to cover that much ground," complained Craig.
"Okay," said Jack. "Fine.
You have to be joined at the hip. You're twins. You can pull this off. I'll
move your bed into your sister's room. Each day you choose a couple of friends
to educate each other about. Then, every night before you go to sleep, you can
test each other on yesterday's friends, and drill each other on the ones
you talked about before that. You have plenty of time to teach each other what
you need to know if you apply yourselves. Any inconsistencies or slips can be
blamed on this unknown disease or something."
"You can't move his bed into my
room," said Carly. "There's no room. If his bed was in there we'd
have to crawl over them to get anywhere at all."
"I'll get a cot then,"
said Jack, undeterred.
"Dad, I have a queen bed," said Carly. "We
can just sleep on that. We're only talking a couple of weeks. And we used to
sleep in the same bed."
"Not since you were ten,"
said Fran. "Things have changed since then."
"Yeah," said Carly, dryly.
"I used to think about penises once in a while. Now I have one."
Now it was quiet in the front seat
for a while.
"She has a point," said
It was quiet a while longer.
"He has a point,"
said Fran, softly. "We're going to have to get used to this too. We can't
slip up either."
Which is why, the first night they
were back home, the twins ended up standing beside Carly's bed, contemplating
getting into it with their new bodies. Both were thinking about what they'd
already done, and what they'd already offered to do for each other.
And it had nothing to do with
learning about their friends.
"This is weird," said
Craig. He felt like that was his new motto. He was in what was now his room,
except he had always known it as his sister's room. Her things were on the
walls. Her brush was on the vanity. A pair of her panties was lying on the
floor beside his feet.
Except this was now all his. Those
panties were his.
Suddenly, he was crying. The
emotions he was feeling seemed entirely new. They felt entirely new. He
was grieving. He had, in a very real sense, lost someone. It wasn't to death,
but it might as well have been. In another sense, it was like breaking up with
someone you loved, and then seeing that person all the time. He was going to
have to interact with that person on a daily basis and he wanted back what used
to be, but he knew that could never be, and he grieved because of it.
"Hey," said his own voice,
softer than usual, more caring than usual. She stepped toward him and took him
in her arms. His arms. Except now they were being controlled by his
sister. They weren't his any more. The ones he had control of
went around his body automatically. His new hands didn't quite reach around her
back, but her arms surrounded him. He suddenly felt safe, which was crazy,
because it was his arms that were wrapped around him, and his arms
that were making him feel safe.
But it was the body he was in that
felt those arms, and melted against his old body, clinging to it while his new
body sobbed. He felt frustration and embarrassment. He never cried like this. Girls cried like this.
"It's going to be okay,"
his deep voice assured him.
A strange thing happened. He still
heard his voice, even if it sounded odd ... not quite right ... but he also
heard Carly talking to him. It just felt like Carly, because it had been
said in the same way Carly would have said it if they had never been switched.
"Easy for you to say," he
mumbled into his own chest. "You're a guy now."
"I know," she said. "But
I'm going to try to overcome that deficit."
He pushed his upper torso back and
looked up. For some reason his attention was briefly drawn to the muscles under
his hands, and how firm they felt. He'd felt his muscles before this, but it
wasn't quite the same. Using her fingers made it feel different somehow. He
stopped thinking about that and went back to the point he wanted to make.
"Deficit? It's not a deficit. You
have it easy. Being a guy is easy."
"You think so?"
"Of course! It's being a girl
that's impossible. I mean I've never watched you, but I know it takes you hours
to get ready in the morning. All I do is get up, comb my hair, brush my teeth,
put something on and I'm ready to go."
"It takes me fifteen
minutes," said Carly. She frowned. "I'll teach you how to do it in
"It's still easier being a
"I don't think so. I think it's
incredibly complicated being a guy."
"Well, for one thing, your
penis is acting up again."
"I have a boner, Craig."
She ground his body against him and
his body felt what was undeniably something big and firm. It was rubbing right
at the point where, he knew, his sister had removed all the hair between her
legs before he inherited her body. He felt that place deep in his new belly
begin to hum, and the nipples on his new breasts seemed to somehow try to fold
in on themselves. He pushed completely away from her.
"What the fuck?" His
wonder was a product of both reactions, hers and his.
"Exactly," she said. "Why
does your body get a boner when it hugs ... me?"
"I don't know," said
Craig, softly. He was distracted by his nipples, which demanded to be squeezed.
Except he wasn't going to do that in front of her. Himself. Whatever. He
wondered, briefly, if this was going to drive him insane.
"Have you ever felt ... that
way ... about me before?" she asked.
"Now hold on," he said,
holding up a hand that was still too slim and too soft. "You're the one in
my body right now. It's your brain working things. Maybe this is all about how
you feel about yourself or something."
"I've never wanted to
masturbate after looking at myself in the mirror," said Carly.
"Crap, Carly!" he
groaned. "You can't say things like that!"
"Why not? This is what's
happening. You heard Mom and Dad. We have to learn how to be who we are
now. You don't have to deal with having this boner, but I do. And it would help
if I could figure out why it's there."
"I told you. They just happen
"This isn't the first time this
has happened," she said. "That this body got a boner because of you,
"What are you talking
"When we were hiking? That
first day? I was behind you. I watched you walking. I got to see myself from a
completely different perspective. For maybe the first time in my life I didn't
pick my image apart. I was happy that my body looked like it looked. And
then my new body got a boner. I told you about it ... remember?"
Craig blinked. He remembered that
"That was because of me?"
"Obviously. It was you I
was watching. Remember? You asked me what I had been thinking about. Well, what
I had been thinking about was that my body looked good. And now I hug you
because you're crying like one of my girlfriends, and suddenly I'm all stiff in
my pants again. So have you been perving out on me before this?"
"Of course not!" said
Craig. "I mean sure, I've wished I could get a peek at you in the shower
or whatever, but that's just because I've never gotten to see a naked girl. I'd
like to see any girl naked. It's not like I lust after you or anything. Jeez,
Carly, give me a break, here."
"I'd be happy to give you a
break, but my body seems to want to give you a boner instead!"
Craig sat down on the edge of what
was now his bed. It had a pink comforter on it. The thought of being surrounded
by girl things for the rest of his life was suddenly depressing.
"It doesn't matter
anyway," he said, softly.
"I said it doesn't matter. I am you now. So if some deep dark part of my mind thought you were hot, then
all that means now is that I think I'm hot. And that body really does
get erections for no reason at all. There's no point in worrying about it. Are
we going to talk about our friends or not?"
"We are," she said. "And
don't worry. I'm not all that freaked out. Remember I said I liked what I saw
on that hiking trail. Maybe getting a hardon is just this body's way of
"I never quite thought of it
that way," said Craig. "Usually, whenever that happened to me, I was
paying more attention to hiding it than anything else."
"Interesting," said Carly,
who sat down beside him. She giggled.
"What's so funny?" he
"I was just thinking about all
those guys at school, imagining all of them to be stiff, and trying to hide it.
I'll never talk to another guy again without wondering if he's trying to hide a
"Well don't ask them,"
said Craig. "You do and they're going to think you're gay."
Carly looked down at her body. She'd
already grown used to the power in this body, the feeling of invincibility. In
this body she could still approach her girlfriends ... still be friends with
them, even if it was on a slightly different, weirder level. She glanced over
at her old body. It really was going to be tough for Craig. If he used
the same attitude with his friends as he had in the past, they'd think she was
flirting with them. Knowing some of them, they'd try to put the move on him. And
that would freak him out to the max.
"Maybe you're right," she
"Which part?" he asked.
"About it being harder to be a
girl than a guy."
"I know I'm right," he
"But I'll help you," she
"I hope so."
"I will. I'll help you any way
I can. We're in this together."
She stood up and started taking off
"We may as well go to bed. We
have a lot of ground to cover, and I'd rather do it lying down than standing
"What about ...?" Craig
looked meaningfully at her zipper.
"I thought you said you'd teach
me how to make it get soft."
He blinked. Then he thought about
that. He touched his cock all the time. It was no big deal. And just because he
had different hands, that didn't change anything. Not really. It would be weird
doing that and not being able to feel anything, but if she wasn't
distracted by the boner, she'd be able to concentrate more on helping him keep
his head above water in the ocean of estrogen he was going to have to live in
from now on.
"Sure," he said. "No
It was surprisingly odd, seeing his
body become naked in front of him. He remembered her saying she'd checked her
former body out on the trail and liked it. He'd been able to understand that
because he'd always thought she was pretty cute. Not that he could admit that
during that particular conversation. So now he looked at his own body as
she bared it. He was mildly surprised to find that he thought he was
pretty cute too. He'd never been satisfied with the condition of his muscles,
always wishing they were bigger. But now that he could look at the whole
package, he realized everything was in proportion. There was some definition on
his arms and legs, and his abs looked better than he'd ever thought before.
Then he looked at his penis. Unlike
most boys, he'd never stood in front of a mirror with an erection. It wasn't
because he'd never thought about it. He just didn't have a full length mirror. There
was one in his parents' bedroom, but he wasn't about to go in there and examine
himself naked in it. So this was the first time he was able to look at his body
in toto ... at his maleness as a complete package.
He approved. That ball of heat in
his belly approved.
His nipples approved.
"You're staring," she
said. Her hands came to cover the nipples
on her chest. It was such a natural thing for a girl to do that he laughed.
"What?" She frowned, but
didn't move her hands.
"You're covering the wrong
part," he said.
She looked down. Slowly, she moved
her hands to cover her new genitals.
"This feels weird," she
"Well, you look normal." He
smiled. "For a guy, anyway."
"Can I ask you a
She looked up. "While I'm
"It's appropriate," he
"Right now, I feel all funny
right here." He pointed at his abdomen. "And my nipples feel itchy
and I have this urge to squeeze them. It's kind of like feeling horny, except
it's really different. So is this how girls feel when they like what they see
... or have you secretly been perving out for me?"
He watched the look of shock come over
the face he was so familiar with. Her hands fell away from her groin and waved
in the air, expressing her agitation.
"Need I remind you that it's your brain in my body?" she snapped. "If anybody is perving out, it's
He grinned and pointed to the rigid
penis that jutted from a nest of dark brown hair.
"My brain isn't in that
body," he said, smugly.
"Yeah, but some of your
perviness probably still is," she said, suddenly pouting.
"Maybe," he said. "It
doesn't matter. We're stuck, and that is going to happen again." He
pointed at her erection. "Lots of times. Trust me on that. So lie down on
the bed and I'll show you what to do about it."
"Are you sure this is going to
work?" Carly asked her brother.
"Trust me," he said,
contemplating what had been his body, lying naked on the bed in front of him. "I
know how to make that body happy."
As it turned out, though, it was
equal parts easy and difficult.
Gripping his penis with his sister's
hand felt different to his senses. But his penis itself felt familiar. Moving
his hand in just the right way was easy. He knew how hard to squeeze and how
fast to go. Quite suddenly, she was an avid and willing participant.
Her feedback was comical, because
she writhed under his touch, moving and breathing hard. About all she could say
at first was, "Wow! That feels good!" A few minutes later it
became, "That feels fantastic, Craig!"
That was when the first problem
surfaced. Craig was used to feeling things both with his hands and in his
genitals. But now it was as if he was blind, or deaf, or something. He couldn't
feel what she was feeling, and that was the part he needed to feel to know when
to do things just so, and finish her off.
"You need to tell me when to
speed up," he said, frowning.
"How do I know when to tell you
that?" she panted, lifting her hips and then letting them sag back down.
"You should start feeling a
pain, sort of inside your penis, except it's a really good pain, and
that's when I need to speed up."
"It's already there," she
panted. "It stings, all along the inside of your penis. My
"Good. I was getting worried. It
usually doesn't take this long."
He sped up, having to estimate
things, and then the second problem reared its head.
He usually thought about some girl
he wished he could see naked, or even fuck, as he came. But he couldn't tell
her to do that. It wouldn't even work ... right? If that worked, that would
mean she was a lesbian ... wouldn't it?
But that meant he had to tell her to
think of a boy, and that just made him feel ill.
Still, it needed to be done. He
clamped down on his emotions and spoke.
"Now, think of a cute guy, a
guy you wish you could kiss ... or something." That was as far as he could
go. He couldn't bring himself to say, "a guy you wish you could
"Who?" she gasped.
"I don't know!" he said,
frustrated. "Somebody you wish was your boyfriend. Somebody you'd like to
make out with."
"Okay ... Jerry Harrison!"
"Don't tell me who it is,"
he groaned. "Just think about him."
She closed her eyes and he whaled on
what had been his cock. He'd always liked Jerry, but now he wanted to throttle
the guy. Part of that was because Jerry Harrison had, more than once, talked
about what a hottie Carly was. In Craig's presence. He'd also proclaimed Craig
to be lucky, because he had the kind of access to Carly that might let him see
It's possible that his anger about
the idea of Jerry being with is sister naked helped him go as fast and
violently as said sister needed to make her new penis spurt. It was also
possible that Carly recognized the similarity between when she'd been about to
have an orgasm as a girl, and having one as a boy.
Suddenly her eyes squinted and her
"Oh shit!" she gasped.
Semen shot into the air. Her eyes
popped open and her mouth worked, fishlike, as amazement flowed over her face. She
looked down as he continued stroking, knowing how to milk the organ in his
hand. He wasn't happy about his cum getting all over the place, including his
hand, but he knew she needed to know what it felt like to stroke things out to
"Holy crap!" she moaned,
and suddenly her hand came to touch his. He let go and she grasped what was now
her penis. He saw what had been his hand slowly squeeze and move,
experimentally, and saw immediately that she had already figured it out.
"There you go," he said,
"Oh my gosh! That was
intense!" she said.
"Now you know why I do it so
much," he said.
"I wish I could do it again
right now," she replied.
"Well, you have to wait a
little while. On a good day I can get it up again in ten or fifteen minutes,
but if you do that too many times in a row, it won't get hard for a whole day,
or if it does it will be too sore to jerk on."
"Wouldn't that be good?"
she asked, remembering how frustrating it was to have a boner most of the day.
"You want to go a whole day
without feeling that?" he asked.
"I get your point," she
Suddenly she sat up. Strong hands
reached for him and he felt himself being pulled off balance, against her. He felt weak and helpless as he was manhandled. Lips
mashed to his cheek.
"Thank you, big brother,"
she said against his cheek.
Her breath was hot in his ear.
He felt those tingles start up in
his middle again. He didn't over think it. He was used to being horny. And
since it was his own body, or at least the body he used to inhabit that seemed
to be making him horny, he didn't think of it as incest.
"My turn," he said,
leaning back again and taking off his clothes.
By habit he tossed her his T shirt
after he took it off, and said, "You can clean up with that."
He was confused when she snorted,
derisively, and went to her bathroom, where she used a damp wash cloth instead.
"I don't know if what I had
last night was an orgasm or not," he reminded her, as he lay down, naked. He
spread his legs automatically, without even thinking about it.
"Trust me, I know how to make
this body feel good too," she assured him.
She thought about the vibrator, only
a few feet away, but decided to save that for later. She could tell he was a
little freaked out that she masturbated at all. She thought that was funny,
seeing as how his body got horny so easily. In the past, she had only felt the
urge to ease that kind of tension a couple of times a week, at most.
"I'm going to have to lie down
next to you to get my hand in the right orientation," she said.
He looked at her, and she saw her
own, familiar eyes drop to focus on the penis that now was soft and spongy, but
still felt delightful. That orgasm had been so intense, and so different,
she was still amazed that her new body could feel something like that. And any
time she wanted!
"I've never been with a naked
boy when I did this," she said.
"Good," he responded,
"So how does your body feel,
now that it's with a naked boy?"
"Weird," he said.
"But horny. This is going to drive me crazy."
"You'll be fine. It's just me. You
know me, even if I'm in your body."
"Just hurry up. I'm used to
getting this over with in ten minutes or less."
"I take a lot longer
than that," she said.
"I want to cum," he
"Pay attention, then," she
She used her tried and true method,
which involved using three fingers by sliding them sideways, back and forth
across the top of her labia. That moved both the relatively loose skin of her
upper labia back and forth, and bent and mauled her clit at the same time. It
never failed to give her an orgasm, though she often stopped in the middle of
things to press, and rub in circles, or insert a finger in her vagina or
whatever. She liked to drag things out, because it felt so good.
But she knew that if she didn't
stop, he'd get off.
She reacted to seeing what still
looked to her eyes like her brother's hand, mauling the soft, bald skin she was
so familiar with, in the same way he had. She saw his hand doing this,
but she felt it with her senses. So it was a lot like doing it to
herself, at least in her own mind. She didn't see it as incestuous at all.
And she had the same problem he had.
She knew what to do, but couldn't feel the result in her belly, like she'd
always been able to feel before. So, like him, she didn't know quite when and
how much to speed up.
What saved her consisted of two
things. The first was that, while she couldn't feel the sensations she was
producing with her hand, she knew how hard to press, and that avoided the
problem he'd had the night before in his sleeping bag, when he applied too much
pressure. Second, the mind in the body being stimulated reacted like the male
mind it was.
He wanted to have an orgasm. He needed to have that orgasm, on a very male level. And he did the same thing he
always did when he wanted to cum. He thought about a girl, and made her naked
in his mind, and then imagined having sex with her.
The orgasm, when it came, wasn't
like anything he'd ever felt before. He was used to his penis getting closer
and closer and closer to the critical point. At that point he could literally
will himself to cum. But those sensations weren't present in this body. This
body just felt good, and then it felt like there was something deep in his
belly that was expanding, like a balloon. And it kept growing. His instincts
kicked in and he gasped, "A little faster!"
When she complied, whipping thick,
rough fingers across his clit, his hips lurched upwards without conscious
control and that balloon inside him burst in an explosion that encompassed his
entire upper torso. It was incredible. He was used to all that intense pleasure
being concentrated in his penis and balls, but this ... this was like
stepping naked from air conditioning into blazing sunlight. But it was more
than that. It was so powerful that he couldn't think.
He just lay there and enjoyed it. Or
felt like he was just lying there. Actually, his new body was flopping around
as it came.
Carly leaned back, easing off on the
clit she'd been rubbing so furiously. She knew it would be sensitive right now,
in a way that was astonishingly like her new penis had felt after it spurted. As
a little treat, she slid a finger into his vagina and wiggled it around a
little bit. She knew how good that felt when she had done it before. It would
feel even better with his thicker finger. Her eyes ranged over the flushed skin
of her body's breasts, and how stiff her nipples were. So that's what it
looked like when she came.
She was both startled and amazed
when she realized her new penis was stiff again.
"We really should talk about
our friends before we go to sleep," said Carly.
They were lying there, still naked. It
didn't seem odd, because each saw what, to them, was their own body. Their
breathing was normal now.
"Who do you want to talk
about?" he asked.
She thought about it. In the body he
now inhabited, he'd be hanging out with her friends. It was obvious that the
bodies they were in now reacted to their thought patterns in ways that were
different, and yet the same. She was likely, she was sure, to get boners when
she was around guys she thought were cute. She didn't think the guys would
notice. And if they did, they probably wouldn't think it was odd. They might
even have boners themselves!
Suddenly she was curious about what
had caused him to have erections in the past.
"Which of my friends have you
ever gotten a boner for?" she asked.
He thought for a few seconds.
"Cindy Thurgood usually gets me
going," he said.
"She's got big titties,"
"They're called breasts,"
she said, her voice severe.
"She's got big breasts,"
he said, with exaggerated patience.
"Mine are just as big,"
She watched as he felt his breasts. The
nipples had relaxed, but now they perked up again.
"I guess so," he said. He
lifted his head. "This is so strange. I always wanted to see these, and
now I can touch them! >”
"That is so pervy," she
"Didn't you ever want to see my
"It's called a penis," she
"Yeah. Well, don't use that
word when you're talking to my friends. They'll think you're strange."
"What should I call it?"
"Doesn't matter. Cock, prick, Johnson, woman's best friend. You can even make up a name. Just don't call it a penis. You can call
some guy a penis, but you can't refer to your own by that name."
"Boys are so strange," she
"You're about to find out how
strange boys are," he sighed.
"I can't wait," she said,
sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"And don't look at any other
guy's cock," said Craig.
"Exactly when would I have the
opportunity to do something like that? Don't tell me you all get naked together
and frolic around."
"What do you think gym class is
all about?" he said, smiling.
"Oh, you mean in the
showers," she said.
"Or in the bathroom, when
you're standing next to somebody at the urinals."
"I never thought about
that," she said.
"Well, don't ask me why it
happens. I mean I know I'm not gay, but sometimes you want to check a
guy out, just to see if he's bigger than you ... or something. Like I said, I
can't explain it. But don't get caught doing it or they'll think you're
"Why would you care if a guy is
bigger than you?" she asked.
"Don't girls care if other
girls have bitter tits ... I mean breasts?"
"Some do," she admitted. "Do
guys all have different sized penises?"
"Cocks," he reminded her. "Actually,
as far as I can tell, we're mostly about the same."
"Oh," she said. She didn't
know what else to say. She imagined herself in the shower room with a bunch of
boys she knew.
"What if I get a boner in the
shower room?" she asked, suddenly nervous.
"Get the hell out fast,"
he said. "In fact, if I were you, I'd get wet and get out without looking
"Why not just skip the shower
"You have to take a shower. The
teacher checks. You get detention if you don't take a shower."
"Oh yeah. It's the same for the
girls." She thought about that. "At least you won't have to worry
about taking showers with the girls. You don't have a ... cock ... to get a
He grinned. "Yeah!" he
said, enthusiastically. "I can stare as much as I want!"
"Don't stare too much,"
she warned. "Girls can make assumptions about your sexual preferences,
just like the guys do."
"So what, if a girl thinks I'm
a lesbian?" he said. "If she's cute, I might just let her seduce
"If you do that, I'm going to
find a boy and play with his penis!" she threatened.
"Shit!" he said. "Never
mind. Calm down. We can work this out."
"You'd better. That's my
reputation you're playing around with."
"I know," he said. "We
have to figure out some way to reverse this thing."
"When you find it, let me
know," she said. "I'll be the first in line to get my body
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