Spanish Lessons [Spicy Latina TG]

Commissioned Anonymously

Richard needs to learn Spanish in only one week for a business trip; Sofia’s ‘immersion lessons’ seem to good to be true, but what choice does he have?

~

I was halfway through my morning coffee, savouring the relative calm of the office. It felt like nobody had stopped the last few weeks; the proposed merger between us and a sister company over the border had everybody working double shifts to prepare. This morning, though, as the date approached, people seemed to calm down. My peace was ruined a second later, though, when my boss, Conner, strode in without so much as knocking.

"Richard," he said, "Martinez, that bastard is out sick. That means you’re taking his place on the trip to Mexico next week."

The coffee turned bitter in my mouth. 

"For the merger?" I croaked.

"Yes. Our partnership with Fibra Tech is riding on this meeting. I need someone sharp, reliable, and—" His eyes flicked over me pointedly. "—ready to go. That’s you."

"But... I don’t speak Spanish!" I blurted. “There’s a week till the meeting, maybe Martinez will be better by then.”

“Tell that to his damned appendix.” Conner huffed, lighting a cigarette and inhaling half in a single puff. “He couldn’t have waited just one more week to have the damn thing burst? Anyway, it’s you.”

“How am I supposed to make sure everything goes smoothly if I don't speak the language!”

He waved his hand dismissively, focusing on his cigarette. 

"You’ll be fine. Most of them speak English. Just... brush up. Or download an app or something. Maybe that one with the owl everybody's always talking about. You’ve got a week. Make it work."

And just like that, he finished his cigarette, tapped a bunch of ash into my paper bin and walked out. Leaving me with my half-empty mug and a full-blown panic attack brewing in my chest. The rest of the day passed in a blur of dread and frantic Googling: 

How to learn Spanish fast? 

All basic phrases to be fluent? 

Can you learn a language in a week? 

The answers weren’t comforting. Even with the best apps and a whole week of watching nothing but tutorials online, I’d be lucky if I could even hold a casual conversation, let alone talk business. I knew I should have taken Spanish back in high school! Damn, that music class with its hot teacher distracting me! Then, as I was about to give up, an ad caught my eye:

"Learn Spanish Lightning Fast! Full Immersion Tutoring with a Personalized Approach. Results GUARANTEED."

The flashy font and over-the-top promises screamed scam, but desperation has a way of silencing good judgment. That and the beautiful image of a Latina woman smiling at me from beside the flashing words. Maybe if my high school Spanish teacher looked like her, I would have taken the class. I clicked the link and filled out the information box, expecting my inbox to immediately be filled with penis enlargement pump ads and other such spam, but to my surprise, it remained empty. Maybe this lady was real after all. 

Despite all my stress about the meeting, I couldn’t help but fantasise a little. This woman would be coming to my house for hours every day in the lead up to the trip. Hours, alone in my home with this hot Latina…anything could happen. My lips quirked into a small smile; it had been ages since I’d slept with anybody; women in my line of work played hard to get to an extreme degree. They thought that just because they were in the big leagues now, they were too good for guys in the middle of the ladder like me. 

This woman, though, an honest, working class Latina from a culture that actually respected men like me. I’d probably have a chance with her. She was just a tutor; I was a (comparatively) rich, successful businessman, she’d probably jump at the chance to be with me. I leaned back in my chair, day dreaming happily about our lessons devolving into debauchery before sighing. It wasn’t to be. That picture was probably just taken from some random place on the internet. The tutor who showed up tomorrow, if anybody showed up at all, wouldn’t be her. 

I wasn't sure what to expect the next morning; a plump older woman with a fiery temper and a bag full of flashcards? It didn’t matter; so long as the lessons worked and I could go to the meeting, I’d be fine. Still, there was no harm in spending the evening daydreaming about what could be.

~

“Babe, your computer is pinging,” Marco called from the couch. 

Sofia looked up from her book in surprise; it had been so long since anybody had sent her work email a message she’d forgotten what the alert sounded like. Eagerly, she bounded over the back of her chair to the laptop and held her breath: an email! Somebody had signed up for her tutoring!

“I have a job!” She squealed. “Finally.”

“I keep telling you, you need to change your ads, you’d get more work if you did.” Marco sighed. 

“My ads are fine.”

“They look like a scam!”

“If I take away the photo, it’ll look even more like a scam,” Sofia argued, and Marco laughed.

“You’re just too hot, babe. I almost didn’t swipe right when we met because I thought you were a catfish.” 

“Well, that’s not my fault. I can’t just make myself uglier.”

The two of them chuckled, and she turned back to the computer screen, scanning through the details. Her eyes lit up. This Richard guy was really in a pickle. He was the perfect case. If she had him in shape for his meeting on time, he’d be an amazing reference. That’s all you really needed; one lucky break and the American dream was within her grasp. Her student visa would be up soon, her degree in communications was almost complete, and the last thing she wanted to do was go home. Not that she was ashamed of her heritage, but she felt like she belonged here in a way she never had back in Collumbia. Where her sexist pig of a father insisted that she belonged in the kitchen and kept trying to encourage her to get married. 

“A businessman.” She muttered. “He might be a good option for my immersion style of learning…if regular lessons don’t cut it.”

Marco leaned back over the couch and gave her a grin. 

“You know I will support those any time.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“I don’t know the meaning of the word.”

“Because you never paid attention in school, unlike me.”

Marco playfully threw a pillow in her direction, and she laughed before he got up. He threw his arms around her, slowly kissing her neck. 

“If you’re going to do immersion lessons, I want to enjoy you a bit now…”

“Down, boy.” Sofia smiled. “Let me write this email first…”

Dear Richard,
 I am so excited to get started. Since you seem to be in a bit of a pickle, let’s get started right away. I’ll come to your home tomorrow, and we can get started! I’ll bring everything, so don’t worry. Just get a good night's rest and keep your mind open!

Warm regards,

Sofia

“Keep your mind open, eh?” Marco grinned and continued to kiss down her neck. “Immersion is definitely happening then.”

“Almost certainly, but first, I think I need to give you some attention…”

~

I wasn’t expecting the surprisingly professional email in my inbox. It actually gave me hope that this Sofia woman was real and was going to teach me Spanish, not steal my kidneys or something. Still, I tempered my expectations, even if she was real and could teach me, she wouldn’t be that hot woman from the ad. There was no way I’d get that lucky. Probably a good thing too, I couldn't afford to be too distracted with the meeting weighing on my shoulders. 

That was what rattled through my brain as I answered the door the next morning. I shuddered to think what Conner might do if I messed it all up, getting fired would be the least of my worries. Or at least it was until I opened the door and was struck dumb by the woman standing in front of me. 

"Hi! You must be Richard." Her voice was melodic, lightly accented, and brimming with confidence.

It was the woman from the ad. She was stunning, petite and curvy. Long, dark hair framed her face in soft waves, her skin glowed like caramel under the morning sun, and her smile was the kind of smile that could make a man lose track of his entire train of thought. She wore a sleek red blouse and a tight pencil skirt of black satin that showed off her hips. Her ruby red lips smiled widely at me, and golden hoops that glittered in the morning sun hung from her ears. Somehow, she managed to look both professional and completely distracting.

"Uh... hi," I stammered. "Sofia?"

"That’s me," she said, confidently stepping past me into the apartment. “Let’s get started right away.”

"Okay…” I closed the door and took a moment to centre myself.

This was downright cruel. It was as if the universe had created my perfect woman and then plonked her right down in front of me in a setting where I really couldn't afford to be distracted. Maybe, once the lessons were done and the merger completed, I could ask her for her number. I had to use this time to impress her and learn the language. 

"I have a notebook all organised," I said, hoping she found the initiative impressive. “And plenty of pens and coffee.”

"You won’t need it.”

“I won't?” 

She laughed lightly. It was like music to my ears. I stole a quick look in the hall mirror and winced: boring brown hair, brown eyes and a pale complexion from weeks at the office. It would take a miracle to make somebody as gorgeous as her look at me. Luckily, she seemed more focused on the lessons than my appearance.

“This is immersion, Richard. You’re going to learn Spanish by living it, speaking it, breathing it. Trust me, it works. By the end of the week, you’ll be ready for your trip."

She flashed another smile, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure whether my heart was pounding from nerves or something else entirely. She grabbed me and started pushing me toward the living room.
 “Vamos! We want to use every minute we have to our advantage.”

“Alright!” 

I sat down on the couch and waited expectantly for her to explain.

“We’ll start with some traditional lessons, verbs, basic greetings all that. Then I’ll decide what sort of lessons will best suit you based on how quickly you pick the basics up, understand?”

She spoke so quickly and so…verbosely I wasn’t sure how to feel. Her voice was slightly accented, but there was none of the broken English I expected. Sofia set about explaining the basics of Spanish to me, and my head began to spin immediately. It didn't help that every time she leaned over, her cleavage threatened to spill out of her shirt. I’d once heard it said that a woman looked sexier in clothing that looked like it was about to fall off. The saying was right. How was I supposed to remember how to introduce myself when her tits were practically in my face? 

As the lesson went on, I couldn't help but wonder if she was doing it on purpose. Was she trying to seduce me? That’s what a woman of Sofia’s background enjoyed doing, right? The idea sent a thrill down my spine. But any fantasies I had of impressing her with my superior intellect and mastering Spanish were disappearing fast. I just…couldn’t seem to remember anything. Those beautiful lips pouted as she held up a card with a car icon on it, and I puzzled. 

“Uh…sorry, I forgot.”

“Auto,” Sofia said with a shake of her head, and I felt my cheeks go red. That was an easy one! 

“I’m afraid at this rate you won't even have basic conversational skills in a week, let alone the skills to conduct a meeting with any great bargaining power.” She sighed. “I think we’ll have to try something a bit more immersive.”

“More immersive than these immersion tactics?”

“Oh yes, very much.”

She held out her hand and presented a pair of earrings. They were simple silver studs, easy to miss if somebody wasn’t looking. I raised an eyebrow; was this some sort of famous education method that had passed me by?

“I’d explain, but you wouldn’t believe me,” Sofia said, half to herself. “Now, stay still so I can pierce your ear.”

I forced the smile not to fall from my face; I should have known the ad was too good to be true. Not only that, she was crazy! So much for getting a date. 

“Uh-”

“Well, here we go!”

She slipped one earring through the piercing in her ear. Then reached forward to do the same to me. 

“Woah! I don’t have pierced ears!”

“Relax, it won’t hurt much!”

Before I could stop her, there was a sharp pain in my left ear, and I yelped. Sofia giggled, and I pressed my hand to my ear, feeling it throb and feeling a little embarrassed about the sound that just escaped me. 

“It’ll start any second now.” Sofia beamed. That smile would have made me weak at the knees if I hadn’t been so annoyed. 

Sofia was bouncing on her toes with an excited look on her face; she seemed to be counting the seconds that passed. I wracked my brain, trying to think of a way to get this obviously insane woman out of my house, when I felt it, a strange tingling sensation spreading from my ear to the rest of my body. 

“I’m going to get an infection!”

“It can sting a little, but don’t worry, you’re perfectly healthy.”

I wanted to tell her she was dead wrong, but the words caught my throat. Her eyes, which had been so warm and brown before, were now blue. The exact shade of blue my eyes were. There was no mistaking them. Before me, her face seemed to shift like putty, her soft jawline turning hard and her lips thinning right before my eyes. I blinked in shock; ‘perfectly healthy’ my ass! I was hallucinating! No, more than that, I could feel that tingling heat spreading through my own face and changing it. 

It was like I had become some strange mirror of Sofia. While her lips thinned, mine plumped, while her shoulders squared, mine sloped, and while her hair began to red=ceed up into her skull, mine did the exact opposite. It darkened as it went, starting off my usual dirty blonde and darkening to a rich dark brown. 

“Wh-what is happening?!”

“You’re going to become me, I will use these earrings to transform us both. I’ll become you, you become me! During the change, you will slowly gain my skills and personality. Then, when we transform back, you’ll keep the knowledge! Easy peasy.”

 Sofia wrapped her arms sensually around her body. 

“Oooh, it’s a funny feeling, isn’t it?”

Funny didn't do it justice. I could feel my whole body changing shape from the inside out. My hips popped as they began to widen; Sofia placed her own hands on her hips and sighed as they cinched, a look of pleasure on her face. With an excited giggle, she placed her hands against her breasts, cupping the soft mounds and grinning in anticipation. 

“Oh yeah, these next….mmmmm.”

I watched with a a small amount of horror as her breasts began to shrink, and then, as if in response, I felt my chest turn tight. My hands flew to the skin there, and felt my shirt starting to stretch as two mounds began to swell there. Unlike Sofia’s clothing, which seemed to be changing with her body, mine was starting to strain. Despite her petite figure, she was much curvier than my clothing could contain. 

My shirt started to stretch, the buttons struggling to keep it closed as my new breasts grew in. I could see the button holes fraying until, finally, one broke open. The button went flying, and Sofia even seemed surprised. A second later, another, then a third. My new tits spilled out of the opening, bare and beautiful. Not that I could appreciate them right now. I was too busy being horrified and embarrassed! 

What made the whole process twice as humiliating was the sensations. Feeling my breasts grow wasn’t comfortable, but it also felt sort of nice. I was torn between soreness and pleasure, and the combination had my nipples hard as diamonds. 

“Good, isn’t it?” Sofia said, her voice getting deeper with every word. “The best part is about to start.”

We were almost fully swapped now, my clothing coming off in tatters. I tried in vain to remove my pants, but I was too slow. As I fumbled with the belt, my new shapely rump burst through the back of my trousers, turning them into assless chaps. Sofia had almost completely turned into me at this point, and it was uncanny: looking at somebody and seeing my own face. Her skin turned paler as mine darkened to a rich brown, and the last of my features settled onto her face. 

Then she moaned, and my cheeks flushed; I didn’t know my voice could make such an erotic sound. A second later, I felt something shifting between my legs. My cock twisted, almost as if it was trying to get away, then it began to shrink. The sensation was half discomfort, half pleasure. I could feel my insides changing, a great emptiness forming between my legs that felt oddly teasing and then a passage. My cock disappeared completely, all hardness replaced with soft, moist folds. Judging by the sounds Sofia was making, she was experiencing the opposite. 

Just like that, in a matter of seconds, my manhood was gone. The familiar weight that had been between my legs my whole life was replaced with a light ache of emptiness and want. Already, my body wanted me to fill that absence, but I had bigger issues. Namely, the fact that I had somehow been transformed into my hot Spanish teacher! I felt like a newborn deer; wobbling and uncertain on my feet. 

Everything about my body felt different; the length of my legs, the distribution of weight, and all the things a person subconsciously grows accustomed to in their own body were wrong. I blinked again and felt the weight of heavy lashes before slowly holding up my hands to try and get my balance. Ruby red nails gleamed back at me.

“Wh-what? This has to be a dream…” 

I slowly turned in a circle, craning my neck to examine every inch of the new body I could. I was shorter now, but the weight of my new breasts and butt more than made up the mass. I winced in embarrassment at my shredded clothes, breasts hanging loose and ass on full display. I could feel the new curves moving as I did. I felt my cheeks going red; this felt somehow naughty. I had just met this woman, and now I was feeling her entire body. 

“Dios Mio…hey wait, did I just speak Spanish?!”

I had! I waited a few moments and realised I could feel parts of Sofia slowly melting into me, including her knowledge of Spanish and…a strange personal thought. Somehow, I intimately knew that Sofia was okay with me using her body. She got off on waking up knowing somebody, especially a man, got to do whatever they wanted with it. I could feel her desire, she wanted me to see her, and experience all of her. 

“See, easy as pie,” Sofia said, now in my body. “Oh, and don’t worry about my personal life. Feel free to do whatever you want in my body, and I do mean whatever you want.”

She was standing confidently; unlike me, you would never guess she wasn’t who she looked like. 

“How is this going to help me learn Spanish?” I asked, feeling panic slowly start to rise up. “I…I never agreed to this!”

“It’s perfect immersion, soon you’ll be able to speak Spanish just as well as me, in only a day or so!”

I hated the sound of a giggle coming from my mouth! Before I could help myself I huffed, stamping my hoot against the ground angrily and Sofia giggled. 

“See? You’re taking on my personality as well, you’ll have no issues passing for me.”

“What about you!” I cried. “Maybe I can pass for a Spanish tutor but I still have work to do!”

“It won’t be a problem, I will know how to be you just as intimately; besides, I have a minor in business management.”

The idea that she could just waltz in and easily take over my job was insane, but on the other hand; I couldn’t go into work looking like her. No matter what I did or said, nobody would ever believe I who I really was. 

“How long is this going to last?”

“I recommend at least a day,” Sofia said, snapping back to that professional persona she started with. “That way, the language will really set in.”

“And you really are fine with me doing whatever in this body?”

I could feel that it was true, but I still felt the need to check; just in case I was reading too much into things. 

“Yes.” She grinned with a wild twinkle in her eyes. “Feel free to explore all my body and mind has to offer.”

She winked. 

“I’ll enjoy living the classic American life for a while and you can go do…whatever it is you feel like.”

Out of habit, she reached for her purse, then paused and laughed.

“Can’t go walking around with that can I?” She chuckled. “Might get a few looks.”

“Yeah…” My mouth was dry, I wasn’t sure what to say or even what to think. “Uh, could you make me some new clothes?”

“Oh, of course! Sorry, I just love watching men turn into me, it’s so…well, I am sure you’ll understand me better than most soon enough.”

She clicked her fingers and the tattered clothes began to mend around me, fabric knitting together and refitting to my new curves until I was in a perfect copy of the tight fitting pencil and blue blouse she had been wearing when she walked in. I felt panties cup my new mound and an underwire support my breasts, and finally a set of strappy heels settle on my feet. 

Sofia gave me a wave and a thumbs up before heading to the door. She had an excited spring in her step that looked wrong on my features. I couldn’t help but feel a little pathetic; it had been so long since I smiled with genuine enthusiasm I’d forgotten what it looked like. And just like that, I was alone in Sofia’s body. Unsupervised. 

“She really did mean I am free to do whatever I want…” I muttered, chuckling when half the words came out in Spanish. 

I have mentally prepared for a gruelling day of vocabulary cards and quizzes, but now…I was free to spend it doing whatever I liked in Sofia’s body! I grinned and decided the very first thing on the list was to go out and get used to it a bit. As tempting as it was to run to the bathroom and strip butt naked, I wanted to savour this experience; something told me Sofia would enjoy that more as well. 

~

It was amazing how something as simple as stepping out into the warm morning air could feel so different. The breeze swept through my hair, tickling my cheeks, and even the tight hem of my pencil skirt ruffled a little. I could feel air swirling around my legs under the skirt, and my heels clicked satisfyingly as I made my way down the front steps and out onto the street. 

Maybe it was the novelty, or maybe it was Sofia’s personality slowly leeching into my own, as she said; either way, I felt oddly at home in my new skin after only a few minutes. The humiliation of being transformed into a woman faded easily, replaced with excitement and…a small amount of arousal. It was hard to tell where it started, but I could sense it wasn't just me being turned on, it was Sofia as well. She got off on men using her body, and I was more than happy to oblige. 

At first, it was tricky, balancing in Sofia’s heels, but with each step I took, I felt my confidence grow. My stride became stronger, and my hips began to sway; I’d never felt so sure of myself in my life! All of Sofia’s confidence was flowing through me, normally, I was such a pushover, but in this body, I felt like I could take on the world! It felt odd to have somebody else’s personality melding with my own. If I could be this self-assured walking into that meeting, I would definitely nail it. 

A sharp wolf whistle pricked my ears and I snapped to attention. A construction crew across the street were all grinning at me; one put his fingers to his lips, and wolf whistled again while the rest jeered. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment; my first instinct was to speed up and walk away with a little smile. It was flattering, after all, to have people find me attractive. But then, Sofia’s personality seemed to bubble up inside me and was full of indignant rage.

“You think that’s cute, hm?” I said, hands on my hips. “Disrespecting women in front of a whole street full of people so they can see what a pig you are?”

The men were taken aback, and I giggled.

“Oh, I see; you were expecting me to just walk away? Or did you think I would actually be flattered by your boorish behaviour?”

The men opened and closed their mouths, unable to find the words, and I turned my head dramatically with a quick huff. My hair swirled dramatically around my shoulders, and I walked away, my head held high. Oh my God, that was amazing! It was like all those times I thought of clever comebacks, only this time, it actually happened instead of just replaying in my head while I showered three days later! 

With a spring in my step, I continued down the street, enjoying the way my hips swayed and hair danced in the wind. It felt so freeing! I made my way into the shopping district and marvelled at all the signs I could now translate. Each time I read a word in English and focused hard enough, the Spanish translation would pop into my head. Each time, it took less and less effort, too. 

Excitedly, I rushed down to the local Colombian restaurant, the one that bragged about its authentic cuisine—so much so that its entire menu was in Spanish. I’d only been there once and had not even passed the appetisers. The smug owner made a point of not translating anything, and I’d been so embarrassed I’d just left. This time, I confidently walked through the front door and sat down with a smile. 

“Buenos días, señorita.” The owner greeted me in Spanish. “It's good to have a customer I know will approach my food.”

It took me a moment to fully understand what he was saying and to decipher the menu, but slowly, it all made sense. I ordered myself the Chuleta Valluna and sat back in my chair with a happy sigh. The Spanish was coming easier and easier; this meeting was going to be a snap. Well, at least on the language front, I still needed an actual business plan to ensure everything went smoothly and we came out with a favourable deal. Now that understanding what was being said wasn’t an issue, I could dedicate myself to that. Right after, I finished enjoying my day as a Latina. 

I pursed my lips and sipped at the straw in my drink thoughtfully and let the condensation run down my fingers. I shivered as a few droplets landed on my chest, making me shiver. Without thinking, I ran a finger along the exposed skin of my breast, wiping away the droplet and licking it off my finger. Across the room, a man cleared his throat, and I looked up to see him and several others trying not to stare. 

I felt the blood rush to my face as I realised how that last action must have looked. A blush spread across my cheeks but to my surprise, it spread to my breasts as well. I could even feel it on my ass cheeks. Nobody had ever mentioned women could do a full body blush! The heat made me all the more aware of my new body, especially what was between my legs. I could feel wetness there and a strange absence that seemed to gnaw at me. I was…getting turned on by attention? Attention from men specifically. That gave me a whole new reason to blush.

“It’s just Sofia’s personality affecting you…” I whispered as a reminder. 

Still, whether forced upon me or not, I was feeling aroused and the attention was oddly addictive. 

When the waiter brought me my water, I casually unbuttoned the top of my blouse to let some extra cleavage show and giggled when the young man overfilled my glass.

“Don’t worry about it.” I grinned, enjoying the effortlessness of speaking Spanish. I gave the young server a flirtatious wink, and it was his turn to go red. 

I’d never felt so powerful. A single look or smile could totally disarm somebody. I turned to the other restaurant patrons while I waited for my meal, chatting casually in Spanish and feeling the words fall into my brain. Not only was Sofia teaching me how to speak Spanish with her body, she was showing me a whole new way to exist! The meal was placed in front of me, full of piping hot pork cutlets with a side of spicy rice. I’d always been a bit of a spice baby, and normally, just looking at these would have me sweating, but Sofia compelled me to giggle in excitement and lift the food to my lips. Delicious. Juice dripped down my plump lips, and I wiped it away with a finger before sucking it clean. Another drop landed on my breast, and I repeated the motion, wiping the smooth skin clean and sucking the juices off my finger sensually. Across the room, that same server dropped a glass. I gave him a knowing smile and watched as he scampered out the back of the restaurant, red-faced. 

“I could get used to this.” I sighed happily. “Sofia, you really are a miracle worker.”

When I was finished, I flicked my long hair over my shoulders and set off down the street. My heels clicked against the sidewalk as I walked with purpose despite having no idea where I was heading, my hips swayed just enough to catch the eyes of anyone nearby. I was in a good mood—no, a great mood—and the world was my playground.

Colour and voices drew me down to the open air market. I’d never bothered to go before now; it seemed like a waste of time when you could get everything at the supermarket. The crowds excited me though, plenty of potential admirers. I caught a glimpse of a man at a fruit stand. Tall, dark, with a scruffy beard and eyes that seemed to linger just a moment too long when they met mine. I smiled, nothing too eager, just the kind of smile that let him know I noticed him noticing me. His gaze dropped to my lips, and I could practically hear the thoughts racing in his head. That had been me once, it felt nice to be on the other side. 

“Hola, bonita,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Care for some strawberries? They’re fresh, just picked.”

“Aw, strawberries, the most romantic fruit,” I said, leaning in slightly so that my cleavage was on display. “I could use something sweet.”

I plucked one of the strawberries from the offered box and pressed it to my mouth before ‘dropping’ it.

“Oh, dios mio, clumsy me.” 

The berry rolled to the ground, and I bent over at the waist to pick it up, letting my ass wiggle in the air for a moment before standing again. As I turned, the fruit seller had a look that was somewhere between horny and surprised on his face. 

“Careful,” I giggled. “If you leave your mouth hanging open like that you might catch flies.” 

He shut his mouth with a snap, and I laughed again before heading down the street, strawberry in hand. The fruit tasted extra sweet; maybe these local growers really did have some value. Or maybe everything just tasted better in this body. 

I didn’t need to buy anything at the market, I just walked from stall to stall. Enjoying the way people’s faces lit up when I smiled at them and the subtle way their body language shifted when they realised they were talking to someone utterly gorgeous. Did Sofia even realise how much power she had? I doubted it; there was no way she’d just be a tutor if she knew what she could get away with. I almost wished I could keep the body after the lessons were over; I could do so much…

A few women, particularly the older ones, sneered as they watched me go from stall to stall, flirting away. But for once, the derision of strangers held no power over me. I didn’t need their validation. Not when I could make a man speechless with a bat of my eyelashes. I had the power to make their day just a little bit brighter by simply existing.

As time wore on, I slipped into Spanish more and more. My brain was becoming more like Sofia with each breath. Her personality compelled me, making me easily meet others' eyes and casually flirt, something I’d never managed before in my life. Flirting had always been a mystery to me, a strange skill with so many unwritten rules that toed the line between creepy and charming. Now, the line seemed to have disappeared; no matter what I said or how I said it, I was knocking people off their feet. 

“You know,” I said to my reflection in a passing shop window, “I think I could get used to this.”

~

Sofia had been to many bars in her life, but she always loved it more as a man. She smiled against the glass of her old fashioned and swallowed the rich liquid down. Whenever she went to bars alone as a woman, she was hassled insensibly by men wanting to buy her a drink, or show her a good time. It was flattering, but the novelty wore off after a few years. As a man, she could sit at a bar and drink hard alcohol in peace without worrying about pervs. She didn't need to check the mirror behind the bar to make sure nobody was watching her. She didn't need to watch her drink constantly, just in case. All in all, it was much more relaxing. 

She placed the empty drink down on the bar and waved to the bartender to bring her another. Another nice side effect of a man’s body was a higher drink tolerance, especially considering Richard had a good foot of height on her. She wondered how he was doing; was he out at another bar somewhere enjoying himself? Or had he run straight to the bathroom to admire her naked body. Either option made a thrill run down her spine. The idea that her body was out there, probably doing all manner of naughty things, totally outside her control, was so hot. With a grin, she flicked open Richard’s phone and dialed Marco’s number.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Hola, nena.”

Marco didn't flinch hearing pet talk from a strange male voice. Instead, he chuckled.

“So…immersion training went ahead then. Having fun?”

“Loads, nobody looks twice at a man day drinking.”

“Well, don’t get too drunk, think he’ll come back here?”

“They always do, my libido and habits drive them wild.”

“I look forward to it.”

“Enjoy. I’ll see you tomorrow sometime.”

Sofia smiled softly to herself. She’d really lucked out with Marco. He understood her perfectly. It made her feel slightly guilty that she didn't love him. To be fair, Sofia was sure he didn't love her either. They’d never spoken about it, but their relationship worked, so why rock the boat? It wasn't every day you’d stumble onto a man who was fun, hot and didn't care that random men might show up in his girlfriend's body. 

The truth was, Sofia didn't go in for love much. She was happy enough with sex and a good life. She was still working on the second bit. Richard though, he had it made. Nobody batted an eye when a straight, white man applied for business jobs. If she was in his position, she’d probably be propositioned for promotions. 

“It would be so nice to be able to go into business without having to worry about the glass ceiling…” She sighed, thinking of her business minor. “I wonder what this big meeting is all about.”

Curious, she opened up Richard’s work email on his phone and started looking through files. A bit of an invasion of privacy, perhaps, but he was wandering around in his body, reading a few messages was hardly as bad. It seemed like Richard’s company and a Mexican counterpart were considering a meger; the question was, who was to be the parent company? Without meaning to, Sofia found herself forgetting about the drink and instead fell into reading the documentation. 

She actually felt a bit jealous; leading such an important meeting would be thrilling. Knowing that the deal was so make or break; she could only imagine the respect and admiration Richard would get if he pulled it off and made his company the head. He’d get a promotion for sure and everybody would look up to him. Not for his looks or pretty smile, but because of his actions. Sofia smiled sadly to herself; no matter what she did, her looks would be what most people saw first and foremost, and when they faded, her actions wouldn’t be remembered. Richard’s would. Sighing heavily, she ordered another old fashioned.

“Lucky bastard.”

~

I spent the whole day enjoying my spicy Latina body, casually flirting with shopkeepers, passersby and whoever decided to give me an appreciative look. I had never experienced so much positive attention; I lapped it up. I genuinely couldn’t tell if I was enjoying the attention because I didn’t normally get it or if Sofia got off on it, and now I did too. 

I spun on my heels, admiring how my body looked in the new slinky evening dress I was trying on. I wasn't going to buy anything, I was just enjoying trying on new outfits and watching how they subtly changed the look of my body and how each fabric felt against my skin. Like every man in existence, I’d never understood why women enjoyed the act of shopping; what was the point of taking your time? You go in, pick a shirt and get out, what was there to enjoy? Now I understood. Women’s clothes had so much variety; no two dresses felt the same. One would cling to my curves like a lover's hand, and another would hang off my frame so lightly I could barely feel it at all. 

I admired my reflection in the changing room mirror and ran a hand down the middle of my chest where my cleavage was pressed together by the push-up bra Sofia had made me. A shiver ran down my spine at the touch; thanks to all the attention I’d been getting, I was in a state of near-constant low lying arousal. 

“It’s almost been a full day.” I whispered to myself in Spanish. “That’s a lot of restraint…she did say I could do anything I wanted.”

Slowly, I stripped away the clothes till I was in nothing but the bra and panties. I slowly ran my hands over the body, examining every little nook and cranny and feeling heat trail after my fingers. I fixed my gaze on my own reflection and smiled.

“Do anything you want to me, Richard,” I whispered huskily, memorising how those words sounded coming from Sofia’s mouth so I could replay them in my head after we’d changed back. 

I slipped a hand inside my bra and tweaked my nipple, moaning when pleasure forked through my body like lightning. 

“¡Ayy están tan s-sensibles!”

They were so sensitive! I had planned on fingering myself at least, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop touching my new tits. They were so sensitive; I just kept playing with them, pressing at the diamond hard nipples as the pleasure in my core seemed to grow and grow.

“Oh…Mio…I’m going to…”

I came, without so much as a passing brush over my new pussy. I felt it throb, and the pleasure spread through my whole body. I had no idea women could cum by touching their tits alone; fuck. That was so hot. I could feel the heat between my legs; my body wanted more, but instead of indulging, I slowly got dressed.

The idea of getting off to my fingers a second time….it wasn't enough. I needed something else. That empty feeling between my legs was starting to feel almost painful. Sofia’s womanly desire to be filled and fucked was starting to build, and I couldn’t resist it. I wanted to be fucked. Once I realised it, the desire seemed to grow tenfold. 

I got dressed and left the store, enjoying the feeling of my folds rubbing together as I walked. Getting aroused as a woman felt different, more subtle and yet stronger all at once. The blood still rushed between my legs, but they made my folds more sensitive and wet. Nobody would even be the wiser; the fact that I could walk down a busy street, hot and horny, without anybody the wiser, was deliciously naughty. If anything, it made me even more horny. 

When I got horny as a man, I couldn’t enjoy it. My balls would get tight, and I needed to cum as quickly as possible, but as a woman, I could take it slow. Tease out the pleasure and make it all the stronger by waiting. Sofia was such a naughty girl, she was sure to have some toys big enough to fill me. I followed the new instincts that came with my transformation, letting them lead me to her brownstone and jumping up the stairs in excitement. 

I was all set to run to her bedroom and get off. The thought of laying down in her bed and touching her body so intimately sent a thrill through me. When I was myself again, I’d know exactly how she liked to be touched; maybe I could use that information to get her into bed. Fucking a woman I’d been…why did that idea make me so damn wet? That plan went right out the window, though, when I unlocked the door and found Sofia’s home wasn't empty.

“Hola, nena.” Drawled a low, sexy voice with a Spanish accent. “How are the lessons going?”

The deep, masculine voice immediately had my panties soaked, but I couldn't be embarrassed about getting turned on by another guy, not when Sofia was so excited by it. 

“Going very well, babe,” I replied. 

A tall, dark-haired, olived-skinned man with the broadest shoulders I have ever seen and a muscular build rounded the corner. I instantly knew he was Sofia’s boyfriend, Marco, and that he was incredible in bed. He gave me a wry smile, and before I could say anything more, a strong arm was around my waist, pulling me to him, and our lips were together. I immediately yielded to his strong touch; my body was on fire, and my nipples hardened. Sofia said I could do anything in this body, and I immediately decided that what I wanted to do more than anything was Marco. 

“You look pent up, darling.” he purred. “I know how classes get you…”

Did he know I wasn't just Sofia right now? His smile said he did. Not that it mattered; I wasn't about to back out now, not while he was stripping off my tight-fitting clothes and leading me to the bedroom. His hands cupped my breasts, taking my breath away with the lightest pinch. His fingers pressed and played with my nipples, and the most pornographic moan escaped my lips.

“My, my, you really got yourself worked up.” Marco teased, slipping a finger between my folds and feeling the wetness.

“Oh, Marco, yes!” 

I bucked my hips, desperately trying to fuck myself on his fingers. Sofia was a loud lover, and now I am too. 

“Don’t worry, darling, lay down, and I will give you what you need.”

“Yes! Please,” I begged; the words seemed so much sexier in Spanish.

I laid down on the bed and let Marco crawl up my body. He kissed my hips, my breasts and my neck as he made his way up, and I squirmed under his touch.

“Please! Te necesito!”

Marco finally granted me mercy and stripped off; watching him get naked only made me wetter, so when he finally positioned himself, I was more than ready. Sex was good, no matter what body, but oh, it felt indescribably good in Sofia’s. Her folds were hot, warm and tight. I could feel them squeezing around the cock as he thrust in and out. I moaned, clinging to Marco for dear life as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me. 

“Dios mio…I’m going to-!”

I would have been embarrassed as a man to come so quickly, but as a woman, it only made things better. Marco continued to fuck me hard, keeping the orgasm going and building to a second one. If anything, the fact that he made me finish so quickly spurred him on. All I could do was keep moaning, keep begging for more until finally, he fell over the edge as well. 

I never thought a man cumming inside me could feel so erotic; it made my pussy clench in one final orgasm before I shuddered and relaxed back into the mattress. I could still feel him softening inside me, and my mind was reeling in post-coital bliss. Marco wrapped himself around me tight, and I snuggled happily against him, feeling Sofia’s love spur me on. Outside, the sun was setting.

“I’ll have to get back to finish up the lesson soon.”

“Hm, fine, but I want you at least once more before then.”

Marco’s hands slipped between my legs; even if I wanted to, I couldn’t have said no.