Private Session (Part 1)

What is romance like as a lesbian? Is it the same as between a man and a woman, just with different anatomy involved? What psychological differences, if any, played their part in courtship and sexual encounters? These were all questions a teenage Devon had, but he didn't know how to get a real answer. After all, anyone could just pose as a lesbian online and give a fake answer. After some time, Devon accepted that some questions couldn't be answered, only experienced. So he got to work. According to his grandmother, their family heirloom was an amulet of emulation. It was rumored to be able to let one person project their consciousness into the body of another. It took weeks to find, forgotten in the attic of his uncle's previous home, but eventually Devon got his hands on it.

For his first trial, he decided to play it safe. He switched with a woman he only had only ever seen once while leaving the gym. She did not know him and thus couldn't trace anything back to him should the possession spell go wrong. He opened his eyes, and found himself in the girl's locker room. It was hot and humid, with steam covering the mirrors. Ladies of all shapes and sizes were changing clothes. In the corner of his eye, he saw some mean girls harassing a beautiful, busty woman in the shower. He rushed forward with the impulse of a man and shoed them away. She thanked him for helping out, but he wasn't finished yet. He saw her give him an up-down and deduced that she had some level of sapphic tendencies. Stepping into the shower, he closed the curtain behind them both. He would get his answer.

Devon slowly pulled off his shirt, revealing both his boobs and his intentions. The woman did not cry out or push him back, so he continued. He began kissing her neck while caressing her body, which felt so large with his narrow shoulders and dainty hands. Devon had yet to mentally internalize his temporary smaller size. He started moving lower down, kissing from her collar bone to in between her large breasts all the way to her groin. Devon knew the spell wouldn't last long, but he would cherish his time with this woman while it lasted. Having only had sex once in his life, he used what little experience he had to stimulate his parter's pussy with his mouth. That was when he finally understood; without a penis, romance with a woman was an exploration in nuance and sublimity from the available anatomy.