Its all new to me.

Becoming a woman, becoming a wife, and becoming a mother were not things I had planned on doing when I first took over her body. 

You see, I had died six months ago in a car accident. 

My body was dead, but my soul was not.

She was the first person I saw with a strange luminescence about her. 

I was drawn towards her, and before I knew it, I was drawn into her body. 

I was now her.

I had her memories, her mannerisms, her way of speech.

It freaked me out at first, but I had a second chance at life. 

I was now Mrs Emily Robinson.

I was 35 years old, I had a son who was six, and my husband was Michael. 

I headed back to her home. 

I entered my new home.

At first, everything was overwhelmingly strange and confusing. 

Her kids were demanding, the household duties were heavy, and her husband was always horny. 

The first night as a woman, I cooked dinner, cleaned the house and got fucked.

It was painful, it was uncomfortable, it was emotional, it was incredible, it was pleasurable, and it was amazing. 

Her husband really knew what to do with her body and how to make her scream. 

He was just as surprised as I was at the noises I was making as he pounded away. 

From her memory, I can tell she used to be a bit of a wallflower. 

She did not like to do it as much as he did or as loudly as I did. 

He's loving the new me in the bedroom, and I'm loving being her, even though her life was not one I would have chosen.