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Celia took a deep breath within the shower, calming herself. She knew better than to let herself become overwhelmed and stressed- she was the mayor after all, and it was important that she kept a clear mind.
Her goal was to find Florence. She could have tried to lie to herself and say that it was because she was her dutiful receptionist, but she knew the truth. The woman was dear to her, and she wanted to make sure she was okay.
She could simply have called out her name, but firstly, it wasn’t her style. Secondly, the house was chaotic enough already, so calling out may not have been very effective with so many voices. And finally, she wasn’t sure she wanted others to know that it was her in this body- at least until she found Florence.
It seemed to her that the Dateables had been swapped almost entirely cross-gender, so she’d be looking for a male body. First, she took a look at the ones around her. Jean-Loo was on a mission, immediately walking away and muttering about a new outfit. He strode much too confidently to be Florence. Sinclaire had quite a judgmental air to him, shaking his strange head in distaste. The sweet girl was certainly too nice for that. And finally, Tyrell was stripping himself, saying something about an anatomical analysis. That clearly ruled him out as Florence’s current body.
Celia sighed and moved to the living room. Dante was panicking in a way that brought too much attention to himself to be her self-conscious assistant. Koa was actively doing jumping jacks, which simply didn’t make sense for her. Mateo seemed focused and driven, coming up with a plan and executing it. That wasn’t Florence’s style, often needing help and guidance, which Celia found endearing.
The mayor’s heart ached slightly as she went into the kitchen. Cabrizzio was exploring his body while muttering something in Spanish, which Celia was sure Florence didn’t know- she was learning French though. Mitchell was humming and dancing to music only he could hear. Celia did wonder what it’d be like to dance with Florence but she moved on. Luke was fiddling with the weapon in his hands and seeming disappointed that it only produced a small amount of heat. Florence detested violence, and Celia couldn’t agree more- the world truly would be better with more love.
Just when she was ready to move on to the next room, she looked to Daisuke. He was practicing a breathing exercise with his eyes closed, and muttered “Imagine a beach…”
Celia’s heart soared. This was her Florence. She taught her that breathing exercise to use whenever she had anxiety. It shouldn’t have made her so happy to know that she was using it, even now, in such a strange and stressful situation.
Not wanting to scare her, Celia gently said “Florence?” as she approached. For a moment, the two of them looked into each other’s eyes. This may have been Daisuke’s body, but Celia knew this truly was her beloved, just from her eyes.
“L-Lady Celia?” she stuttered out cutely. “Is that you? Are you okay? What’s going on? I’m sorry if I worried you! Do you-“ she started, getting into that panicky mood that made Celia anguish. She should never have to feel that way.
“Shh. It’s okay. Remember your breathing exercise. Imagine a beach…” she said, her voice calm and confident. She was always direct and held a level of authority, but she knew she had a gentler tone when she spoke to Florence… she just couldn’t help it.
Florence nodded and continued to breathe and calm down. After several moments, her panic subsided and she was considerably calmer. Celia smiled and told her to open her eyes.
“Yes, dear, it is me. Let us find somewhere more private to speak” she said, and brought them to a corner of the kitchen away from all of the others. As they did sometimes, the Dateables disappeared, leaving them alone.
Celia looked into Florence’s eyes again. They were a slightly darker shade of brown. In addition, Florence was now slightly taller instead of being several inches shorter, so it felt a bit off. But that wouldn’t change how she felt about her.
“Florence, dear, are you alright? I’m trying to figure out what happened, but I wanted to start with you. When I found myself in another body, I started imagining how you might have been feeling, so I sought you out” she explained, speaking in a soft but genuine tone.
Florence pouted, and Celia found it adorable even on a different face. “Aww L-Lady Celia you didn’t have to concern yourself with me! I-I’m alright, I was just worried that you’d be upset about this. I mean, it caused chaos in the whole house, and I know you hate that” she said.
Celia nodded. “It’s true, I do. I’d like to find out who or what is responsible for this, ensure they reverse it, and dole out proper punishment. However, I will not apologize for checking in with you, Florence. Now please. Tell me you are okay.”
The other woman nodded. “I-I am now that you’re here, Lady Celia. I was kinda panicking but using that breathing exercise helped. And it’s even better when you’re guiding me through it! Plus… I guess it’s not the worst body to be in? I heard someone screaming about being on fire…” she said.
She chuckled softly in response. “I believe it was Arma, overreacting quite a bit. And yes, I certainly don’t think Daisuke’s is the worst body- you wear it well. I’d personally rather it than Johnny’s…” she said, glossing over the compliment she gave.
Florence blushed and looked down, and Celia thought it incredible how similar she looked to her normal expression of embarrassment, with a completely different face. “I-I think you’d look nice in any body, Lady Celia…” she said softly.
Celia’s heart skipped a beat. Not only was Florence adorable, she was actively complimenting her, and… she swore she noticed the younger woman’s eyes drifting over her form. Celia felt something unfamiliar stirring in her crotch, and she cleared her throat, intending to change the subject.
“Th-thank you, Florence. But alright, if you are okay, then we should focus on figuring out who could have done such a thing. Let’s think. What were each of us doing before the swap?” she asked.
Florence thought about it and said “You were in your office, and I was in mine, writing your schedule for 12 weeks from now.” She said it simply, as if it were a normal, mundane task.
Celia blinked in surprise. “You write them that far in advance? That is quite impressive. How do you know what exactly will be happening then?” she asked. She knew Florence did good work, but not to that extent.
“Oh, that’s easy. It’ll be winter, so you’ll want hot chocolate every Wednesday as a mid-week treat. Winnifred will be working overtime, so you’ll need to assist her on Fridays. I even assured you’d be able to watch Chairemi’s special holiday show which I know you enjoy~” she answered with a dutiful smile.
Celia felt a warmth in her chest at how deeply Florence cared. She was right about everything, and it showed how well she knew her. It was a cruel fate that they were forced to be employer and employee rather than something… deeper.
“Florence, that’s… very sweet. But I need you to focus, dear. Did you see anyone or anything right before the swap?” she asked, ignoring the flurry of emotions within her to focus on the task at hand.
Of course, that was difficult to do with how cute Florence looked when she put a finger to her chin, tilted her head, and hummed in thought. “Hmm maybe… a flash of light or… something in the air? A… change in everything around me. I remember the picture of you suddenly disappearing before I did.”
Once again, Celia was surprised. “The… picture of me? Florence, there isn’t anything like that on your desk.” She would know if there was- she wouldn’t want people to think that everything was about her.
Florence blushed at that, seeming embarrassed. “N-no but there is one in my top drawer. I… I like looking at it sometimes. It helps motivate me and make me work harder. I’m sorry… is that weird? I’ll stop if it is, Lady Celia…” she said, the embarrassment shifting to shame.
Celia hesitated. She felt a bit strange about it- not because she thought it was creepy, but because she didn’t think she was deserving of such devotion. But if it helped Florence, she didn’t want to discourage it. And besides, it was quite cute.
“No, no, dear, it’s alright…” she said, gently taking one of her hands. “Look at me, please…” she added, craving that eye contact again. When she did so, she said “You don’t have to feel ashamed, okay? I… I appreciate it. And if it makes you feel better while working, I won’t stop you from looking at a picture of me. But if that’s the case… maybe I should visit you in your office more often.”
Florence’s eyes lit up, and Celia absolutely loved how bright her expression became. “I’d love that, Lady Celia!~ I’m always happy to see you~” she said, so sweetly, so genuinely.
Celia didn’t stop holding Florence’s hands. She didn’t want to. As they met each other’s gaze, she felt something come over her. She wanted to kiss her. It didn’t matter that she was in someone else’s body, it was Florence who she wanted to kiss, in that exact moment.
She leaned in, her eyes closing… then she pulled away, breaking contact. “I… I’m sorry, Florence. That was completely inappropriate of me” she said with a pained tone. She truly did want the kiss, but she knew it wasn’t right, as she was Florence’s boss. The last thing she wanted to do was take advantage of her.
There was a heavy silence in the air. Finally, Florence broke it. “Lady Celia… please. We… we’re not boss and employee right now. N-nobody even knows who we are. If you… I… you sh-should do whatever you want to…” she said, her voice quivering slightly.
The older woman slowly looked back to her, peering into those dark brown pools. “Florence… I… I suppose you’re right. But I don’t want to do something just because I can, or it’s what I want. I only want it if you do…” she responded softly, almost a whisper.
“I… I do. I r-really, really do, Lady Celia…” she whispered back, pressing slightly closer to her. She didn’t doubt at all that she meant those words, and it made her heart flutter like nothing ever did before.
“Please… call me Celia…” she responded before pressing her lips to hers, her eyes closed. They were softer than she expected, and she didn’t mind the taste. But it was less the lips themselves, than who she was kissing. Florence made a cute sound of happiness into the kiss as their lips gently mashed against each other, and that stirring in Celia’s crotch returned.
She gently wrapped her arms around Florence’s hips and pressed closer to her as they kissed deeply, enjoying every second of it. She didn’t want to pull away, she didn’t want to stop, she wanted this to go forever.
But soon, she felt something press against her thigh. Something hard and throbbing, through the soft fabric of a robe. Celia blushed and very gently pulled her lips away.
“Florence… would you like some… help with that?” she whispered, meeting her eyes again. The cute girl blushed very deeply, but nodded. “P-please, Celia…”
With deft fingers, she undid the sash on the front of Florence’s robe, revealing her flat, smooth chest, and a tight pair of black briefs that were being tented by an impressive erection. Celia’s face heated up as she felt her own pants tighten. But she wanted nothing more than to make Florence to feel good, so she ignored it for now.
She went down to her knees, eye-level with the tent, and slowly pulled the underwear down, revealing Florence’s new, long, thick, 8 inch cock. Celia wasn’t a virgin by any means, having had sex quite a lot in her younger years. But it had been quite some time, and she didn’t remember anything she’d seen before comparing to this.
She started by gently stroking the shaft, feeling it twitch in her hands. Florence gasped cutely at the sensation, her body tense, her eyes closed. Celia softly said “Dear… relax. It’s okay. I just want to make you feel good, okay?”
“O-okay…” was the quiet response, and Celia did notice some of that tension fading. After a few more moments of stroking, letting Celia adjust to the sensation, she slowly put her lips on the lip, tasting the pre that had gathered there.
Florence let out a shaky moan, and even if it was with a different voice, Celia thought it was incredibly sexy. Encouraged, she wrapped her lips around the younger woman’s cock and began to slowly bob her head.
Florence put a hand against the wall for support, panting heavily as her new sex was licked and sucked. Her expression was that of pure lust, and it made Celia even harder. She’d love to see that expression on Florence’s real face, but this would do for now.
Celia picked up her pace, managing to get herself deeper and deeper on the length. To her surprise, this body seemed to lack a gag reflex, so she could deepthroat much easier than she ever could before. So, she was soon taking Florence’s entire cock down her throat and sucking hard.
Apparently that was too much for the poor girl, as she moaned loudly, her body shuddering, her eyes rolling back, as she came hard. Celia kept sucking as Florence gave her a thick load to swallow. It was quite a lot, but she managed to take it all.
Once she was done, she pulled herself away and grabbed a napkin to dab at the drops of cum that did escape her lips. Then she cleaned anything else on herself, the floor, or Florence. Cleanliness was quite important to her.
As Florence caught her breath, Celia smiled and asked “How was that, dear?~”, though she knew the answer. She hadn’t seen someone orgasm that hard in quite some time.
“I-incredible~ Th-thank you, Celia~” she said with a cute, blissful smile on her face. But then she looked down and her eyes drifted to Celia’s throbbing crotch, and she frowned slightly. “D-do you want… h-help with that?”
Celia truly did. In fact, she knew exactly what she wanted. But she didn’t want to push Florence into doing anything she could have been uncomfortable with. “I… only if you’d like to, dear. You don’t have to…” she replied in a soft tone.
Florence pouted again, and Celia was a bit embarrassed at how her dick twitched at the sight- so cute and sexy at the same time. “But I want to. Please, Celia. I don’t have much experience but… I can try to do what you did?” she suggested uncertainly.
She felt a bit bad that Florence was apparently a virgin, but she did seem enthusiastic. “A-ah if… if you’re sure, dear… I do have something I’d like from you…” she said, before standing up, and whispering in her ear.
Florence blushed deeply but nodded and walked over to the table, her robe fully falling off, her underwear down on the ground. She bent over it, spread her cheeks, and exposed her hole. “L-like this, Celia?” she asked shyly.
Celia had to resist pouncing on her like a beast. Instead, she let out a shaky breath and said “Y-yes dear, j-just like that~” before dropping her own bottoms, freeing her throbbing hard, 6 inch cock. She didn’t even touch it yet, wanting her first pleasure with the orgasm to be with Florence.
So, she got behind her and slid inside. Florence’s ass was so perfectly tight, and she groaned at the sensation. The adorable virgin whimpered cutely and Celia reached out to hold her comfortingly. “I-it’s okay, sweetie… if you want me to s-stop, I can… but please just relax and… enjoy~” she cooed.
Florence nodded, and so Celia started slowly thrusting. It was an incredible sensation, all of the pleasure focused on her cock, so hard and hot and intense. Again, she briefly wished she was with Florence in her true form. The image of taking the girl’s pussy truly excited her. But this was good as it was, she wouldn’t deny it.
When she knew Florence could take it, she picked up her pace, soon properly fucking the girl’s tightest hole. But she didn’t want the focus only to be on sex. So whenever she could, she’d let her hands explore her partner’s body, press close to her, even whisper soft and sweet words. This wasn’t sex, this was making love.
Soon though, Celia couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She moaned out as her cock throbbed powerfully and started to pump Florence full of her cum. It was a spectacular feeling, the pleasure spiking very high. It didn’t last as long as her own body’s orgasms, but it was just as incredible.
And to her delight, Florence squeaked “Celia!~” and suddenly came herself, her load wasted against the table and flood. Celia was much too happy that she gave Florence a prostate orgasm, not even touching her dick.
“I-it’s okay, dear~ Let it all out~” she whispered in her ear, encouraging her to enjoy her climax as she kept thrusting for a few moments, until they’d both came as much as they could.
Celia slowly pulled away, then gently moved Florence around so she could kiss her again. “That… was incredible, my dear~ I… I hope you enjoyed it as well~” she said with a satisfied smile.
Florence nodded, her expression one of bliss. “I-I really did, Celia~ I know we need to figure this whole swapping thing out but um… I’d l-like to do that again sometime, if we c-could~” she admitted.
Celia bit her lip. Admittedly, she had almost forgotten about the work they had to do. But she whispered “We’ll see, dear~” as she held her close, enjoying this post-orgasmic moment almost as much as sex itself.
There were still many conflicted feelings within Celia. She didn’t know what had happened or what would come next. She didn’t know if what she did was appropriate, or if Florence would be okay with it when they returned to their own bodies. But she did know one thing. She was madly, deeply in love with Florence.