'I’m so pleased you’re satisfied Barrie, although I do sometimes wish we could change places – and I don’t mean just by me coming on top.' She had a great sense of humour did Natasha. He took his left hand from under the duvet; it was Natasha’s hand. It responded to his wish to find Natasha’s blonde curly hair, which tumbled down over slim shoulders. Her hand held it out for him. It could best be described as fair, rather than blonde. It was thick and healthy – the curl was natural. It was Natasha’s hair, no doubt about it. Unless this was the dream to end all dreams, he was definitely in her body. A second panic attack threatened but he repeated the deep breathing exercise and regained control. Would it be so bad if, for just a short while, he remained in Natasha’s body? He often wondered how Natasha felt when he was giving her a good seeing to. The orgasm he was working hard to achieve should give him a clue, except the pleasure was threatened by the needs of a full bladder. It was not quite the urgent feeling he was used to, but even so, he had to go. He raised the duvet to look at the body lying next to him. If this wasn’t a dream, then he really was in another body, looking at his own which was lying on its back, with, as he would expect, a massive hard on. His large, hairy right hand lay across his stomach, poised to take hold of his prize possession. He imagined Natasha’s surprise when she woke-up to find that a large – no don’t be modest – a gigantic cock had sprouted out from between her legs overnight. The discovery would be followed by a period of panic, then the slow realisation that somehow or other her wish had been granted and they had swapped bodies. He tried to suppress a chuckle but, it emerged as a girlish giggle – one of Natasha’s. He carefully lowered the duvet and removed his finger from Natasha’s vagina. Or should he now think of it as his own? He gave another girlish giggle as he swung her gorgeous legs over the side of the bed and padded softly to the bathroom.