I always wondered what it's like to be a man, and now I know.

I've always been curious about what it's like to be in a man's body. Not just the physical sensations, but the whole experience. So, when I met Rohan at a local coffee shop in Mumbai, I saw my chance. He was sitting alone, nursing a cappuccino, looking lost in thought. I approached him, and we ended up chatting for hours.

"You know, Rohan, I've always wondered what it's like to be a man," I said, leaning in closer.
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? Why's that?"
"Just curious, I guess. The power, the confidence, the way men seem to command attention," I explained.
He chuckled, "Well, maybe I can show you. But only if you show me what it's like to be a woman."

A week later, we were back at his place, standing in front of an ancient-looking mirror in his bedroom. He handed me a small vial. "Drink this. It's a potion my grandmother swore by," he said.

I hesitated, then took a sip. Almost immediately, I felt a strange tingling sensation. I looked down and watched in awe as my body began to transform. My breasts shrank, my hips narrowed, and my hair receded. I looked up at Rohan, now my reflection, and smiled. "Your turn."

He drank the potion, and I watched as his body changed. His breasts swelled, his hips rounded, and his hair grew longer. I reached out, running my hands through his new locks. "Wow," I whispered.

We stood there for a moment, admiring each other's new forms. Then, Rohan reached out, cupping my now-smaller chin. "You know, I've always wanted to kiss a man," he said, his voice husky.

"Well, now's your chance," I replied, leaning in.

Our lips met, soft and tentative at first, then deeper, more insistent. I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth, and I moaned softly. He pulled back, smiling. "You're a good kisser."

"So are you," I said, grinning. I trailed my fingers down his neck, feeling the softness of his new skin. His breath hitched, and I leaned in to nibble on his earlobe. He gasped, his body pressing against mine.

I spun him around, pressing him against the mirror. His eyes widened as I reached around to cup his breasts, squeezing gently. He moaned, his head falling back against my shoulder. I kissed his neck, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin.

I slid my hand down, tracing the curve of his hip before slipping between his legs. He was already wet, his panties soaked. I groaned, rubbing his clit through the fabric. He bucked against my hand, his breath coming in short gasps.

I slipped my fingers into his panties, feeling the slickness of his pussy. He was hot, so hot. I circled his clit with my thumb, feeling him shudder. I slid two fingers inside him, and he let out a low moan.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groaned, pushing back against my hand.

I fingered him slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of our thrusts. He was panting now, his body tensing. I could feel his orgasm building.

"Yes, yes, don't stop," he gasped, his head thrown back. I felt him clench around my fingers, his body shaking as he came.

I slipped my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth. I sucked his juices off, tasting him. He turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire.

"My turn," he said, a wicked grin on his lips.

He pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. He kissed me again, his tongue demanding. He could feel my hard cock pressing against his thigh, and he squirmed, eager to feel me inside him.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down his neck, his chest, his stomach. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. I lifted his hips, helping him. He tossed them aside, my eyes lingering on his now-naked body.

"You're gorgeous," I murmured, before diving between my legs.

He gasped as my tongue touched his clit, the sensation intense. I licked and sucked, my tongue exploring every inch of my(now his) pussy. He moaned, his hips bucking against my face.

"Yes, yes, like that," he gasped.

I slipped two fingers inside him, curling them up to hit my old G-spot. He cried out, his body tensing. I fucked him with his(now mine) fingers, my tongue working his clit in time with their thrusts.

I could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing. He grabbed my hair, holding me in place as he came, his body shaking. I licked him through it, my fingers slowing before pulling out.

I  kissed my way back up his body, my cock hard and ready. He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me closer. I rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing him.

"Please," Rohan begged, "I need you inside me."

I smiled, then thrust inside him. He cried out, his body stretching to accommodate me. I felt huge, filling him completely. I started to move, slowly at first, then faster. He met my thrusts, our bodies moving in sync.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Rohan groaned, his forehead pressed against mine.

We switched positions, him on top now. He rode me, his body bouncing as he took me deep inside him. I reached up, playing with his breasts, pinching his nipples. He moaned, his body tensing as another orgasm built.

He came hard, his body convulsing as he rode me through it. I grabbed his hips, fucking him hard and fast. He could feel me getting close, my body tensing.

"I'm gonna come," I groaned, my body shaking.

He slowed down, wanting to feel me fill him. I came with a roar, my body shuddering as I emptied myself inside him.

We collapsed on the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. He looked at him, a smile on his soft cherry lips. "Wow," he said.

I grinned back, "Yeah, wow."
This sure wasn't gonna be a one time thing.