The day of the swap back with Marion had finally arrived. I hadn’t seen her since the dinner party, and the thought of returning to my normal life felt like a strange mix of relief and loss.
Earlier that day, Peter had taken me and an unknowing Aiden out to a picnic at the park, a casual way to say goodbye to this bizarre chapter of my life before the switch happened.
The day had been beautiful, filled with laughter and lighthearted moments as I played the role of a devoted mother and wife. But now, standing here, I felt an overwhelming wave of sadness creeping over me.
As the sound of guests murmured downstairs, I found myself standing in front of the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time, staring at Marion’s reflection. My heart raced as I touched the soft curls framing my face and adjusted the evening that hugged my curves perfectly. Would this truly be the last time I would experience her life?
“Marion!” Peter called from downstairs, cutting through my thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I stepped away from the mirror and walked downstairs into what felt like my home—her home.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The laughter of Aiden and the chatter from Peter filled the air, mingling with the scents of a warm dinner being prepared. I stepped into the living room, my heart racing at the sight of them.
“Hey, there she is!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he took in my appearance, “You look stunning as always, love.”
“Thanks,” I replied, forcing a smile despite the knot building in my stomach.
I went to greet my parents in the other room, the warmth of their smiles bringing a bittersweet pang to my heart. My mother stood with a glass of wine in hand, her face glowing with excitement at seeing her friend.
“Marion! You look fabulous!” she said, pulling me into a tight embrace that felt both comforting and jarring.
“Thanks, you too!”
My heart stopped as I caught sight of my old body, well Marion in my body, walking into the living room. We locked eyes, mesmerized by each others’ appearance.
"Marion?" my voice faltered as I approached.
"Jacob?" she replied, her tone hesitant but curious, “This is... surreal.”
"Surreal is definitely one way to put it," I said, a nervous laugh escaping my lips as we stood there, mirroring each other's expressions of disbelief.
"I can't believe you’ve been me for the last month," Marion in my body said, her gaze flicking over the dress I wore, "And now we're about to switch back… how does that feel?"
“I… I don’t really know,” my heart raced as I took a step closer, “It was wild, to say the least.”
Marion brushed a strand of hair away from my face, looking both fascinated and apprehensive, “Did you enjoy being me? What was it like?”
I hesitated for a moment, memories flooding back—Peter’s warm embrace, those moments of intimacy that felt more profound than I could have predicted.
She could never know that he had fallen in love with me and wanted me to stay in her body forever.
“It was…challenging,” I finally said, “But also kind of amazing. You have a beautiful life.”
“I think it’s something I’ll never forget,” I said carefully, my heart pounding as I gauged her reaction, “Being you was… different. It felt freeing in a way.”
Marion raised an eyebrow, “Freeing?”
“Yeah,” I continued, feeling bolder, “Like there were no limits to what I could explore. And Peter—well, he treated me like… like I was really his wife.”
A flicker of something crossed her face—was it jealousy? Anger? I couldn't tell. It was just the two of us now, caught in this moment of shared experience that neither of us truly understood.
“Oh? Did he?”
“We shared intimate moments,” I said, carefully avoiding specifics.
“Did you have sex?” she whispered, her expression a mix of curiosity and disbelief.
“I—” I hesitated, unsure how to proceed, “It was complicated… but yes.”
Marion’s eyes widened, and I could see the conflict brewing within her, “You had sex with my husband?”
“It was more like me trying to figure out how to be you,” I replied, guilt churning in my stomach. “I didn’t plan for it to happen. It just… did.”
Her expression softened slightly, caught between anger and understanding, “And how did it feel?”
My heart raced as I weighed my next words carefully. “It was confusing. One moment I was Jacob, and the next, I felt like I was really you. Everything was different.”
“But did you enjoy it?” she pressed, her eyes searching mine for an answer.
“Honestly? Yes, I did. But it was also incredibly strange.” I took a deep breath, steeling myself for her reaction, “I found myself feeling emotions that I didn’t expect. It wasn’t just physical; there was this whole other layer of intimacy, deep connection, love.”
Marion’s eyes narrowed slightly as she processed my words, “Love? With Peter? You fell in love with him?”
“No! Not like that!” I protested quickly, my cheeks flushing, “It’s not the same. I was caught up in being you, living your life. It felt real in the moment, but it was confusing —I’m still Jacob.”
She nodded slowly, digesting everything I had said.
“I’m sorry,” I said sincerely, “I never meant for any of this to happen.”
“I know,” Marion replied, her expression softening, “And I believe you. It’s just… hard to wrap my head around everything.”
“I understand,” I said sympathetically.
“Shall we?” she took a deep breath, “Swap back?”
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