My wife, Victoria, and I had had another intense argument. I was spending some time alone to cool down, frustrated that she couldn’t understand me.
Victoria stormed in, “Dammit, Alex, I just wish you could understand me better!”
“Ha,” I laughed, “I was just thinking the same.”
Just then the floor seemed to shake, and the lights flickered. And then, suddenly, I was her, and she was me.
In a state of shock, I frantically looked down at my hands, now smaller and softer. I could feel the weight of my long hair cascading down my back. Panic surged through me as I realized I was now in Victoria's body.
“Vic! I’m …you!!”
The heat of the argument was quickly replaced by our shared bewilderment.
Victoria stared back at me, wide-eyed with disbelief. She reached up to touch her new face, feeling the unfamiliar stubble. I could see the fear and confusion in her eyes, mirroring my own emotions.
“What just happened?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
I shook my head, unable to comprehend the sudden switch, “I don’t know...”
“Oh, my God…” I looked down, realizing that I now had a body I had admired and made love to countless times, “I’m you…”
To my surprise, Victoria grinned, “You know, I could use a break from being a woman.”
I started to feel myself up, increasingly excited about the prospect of having her body all to myself. I squeezed my new breasts and twirled around, relishing in the unfamiliar sensations.
Victoria watched with amusement, her eyes gleaming mischievously, “You like it?"
I paused, catching my reflection in the mirror. Despite the shock of the situation, a sense of curiosity began to bubble within me. I turned to Victoria, a sly smile playing on my lips.
"I mean, I always wanted to know what it felt like to be you," I admitted, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the possibilities ahead.
I hands slipped across the flatness of her mound, and ran down her inner thighs as I took a deep breath.
Victoria's eyes widened, her breath quickening as she watched me explore her body.
"Wait a minute," Victoria said, her voice wavering between fear and excitement. "What if this isn’t temporary? What about the kids?"
I paused, considering her words. The sudden realization of the gravity of our situation hit us both hard. What if this body swap wasn't just an odd, one-time event? What if it was permanent?
“Would that be so bad? No one knows me as well as you do, Vic. I don't think the kids will notice.”
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