Housesitting - Part 8

Anna-in-her-husband was making dinner, and Jake-in-Anna was trying to help. They were still pretending to be each other, and Jake was finding it harder and harder to keep his mind on the dinner preparation.

Anna-in-her-husband could feel Jake's mind wandering, "Are you okay, Anna?" she asked.

"I'm fine," Jake responded, "I'm just... feeling a little emotional. You know, it's strange talking about old memories."

"I know what you mean," the man said, "I'm getting emotional, a little misty-eyed. I tell you, it's a good thing I'm married to such a beautiful woman."

Jake imagined that he was the one who was in love with an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman. Just the thought made him look down at his hands, which were soft and smooth, and his breasts, which were firm to the touch. Jake had trouble picturing what it must be like to be her husband...but he thought it must feel amazing.

He looked up at Anna's husband and found himself lost in the man's deep brown eyes, wondering what it must be like to love someone like him. Could he really love this man the same way, as the beautiful, sexy woman he was pretending to be?

The two finished cooking dinner together, laughing and joking around while they shared stories of Anna and her husband's life together. They sat down across from each other at the table.

"So, are you attracted to me?" Anna's question caught Jake off-guard.

"What? No...I mean, yes," he replied.

"I don't mean it like that," Anna said, "I mean—can you see yourself in love with me?"

"I suppose, if I was really you," Jake said.

"You are really me, aren't you though?" Anna egged him on.

Jake couldn't help but look at the man's muscular arms as he lifted his fork to his mouth. He could feel himself getting aroused by the man's body.

"I'm sorry," Jake said, smiling awkwardly.

"No, no," Anna said, "It's okay. I find it—cute, I guess."

"What do you mean?" Jake demanded.

"Well, it's just that you're so confused right now," Anna explained, "Well? Can you ...see yourself in love with me?"

"I can," he answered, in Anna's soft voice.

"What did you say?"

"I said I can see myself in love with you," Jake tried again, "God, this is weird. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby," Anna said, as she reached across the table and took Jake's delicate hand in her own.

Jake felt a flash of heat go through his body as he looked into the man's eyes.

"You're Anna now. You're a straight woman in a loving marriage.

It didn't help that he was in Anna's gorgeous body, and in his head he was still a boy.

Jake's head began to spin—it was all too much to take in. The world, and his place in it, had changed. He brought his hand up to his smooth feminine face.

"I'm... feeling... so female," he said, his eyes wide.

"...what are you feeling?" Anna asked.

"It's so strange, this feeling," Jake said, nervously, "This body is so soft and pretty. I feel like a ...girl."

"You are a girl, baby."

"Yeah, but like, inside —this is your body, I'm in it. But feel like I'm starting to feel your feelings, too," Jake said.

"I feel like I'm in love with you," Jake said slowly, his voice still tinged with uncertainty.

Anna gave a slight laugh, "Oh honey. It's alright."

Jake was taken aback by the intoxicating power of his own voice. His heart raced as he felt himself slipping further and further into Anna's identity. He had always been a man—a strong, muscular man—but now he was feeling something entirely different.

Jake was becoming increasingly aroused by the thought of being a woman and pleasing her man. Jake felt his nipples getting hard, and his body getting flush. Jake felt a rush of pleasure course through his body as he ran his hands through Anna's soft hair. He felt like a goddess, and he wanted to feel more of it.

Anna grew increasingly turned on by her Jake's surprising behavior. She smiled, "You're such a good girl."

"I'm a good girl for my man. I'm a good girl for you, baby," Jake said seductively with Anna's voice.