The next few days were a blur of emotions and new experiences. Peter and I continued to pretend that I was Marion, his loving wife, and the rest of the world played along without question.
Every morning, I woke up in Marion’s body, a wave of confusion hitting me before I remembered the strange situation I was in. And every morning, Peter greeted me with a kiss and loving words, making me feel like this was where I belonged.
We spent our days exploring the city together, holding hands and stealing kisses whenever we could. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. As Jacob, I had dreamt about being so close to someone like they were my whole world.
Was this really what marriage felt like? The intensity of being wanted and desired by someone you love? As a tween boy, I had never even considered the idea of marriage, let alone what it might feel like to be a wife.
As the days went by, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into the role of Marion. I embraced it wholeheartedly, immersing myself in her life.
As I stirred the pasta sauce on the stove one evening, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the window.
The soft curves of Marion’s body and the delicate features of her face felt oddly comforting. It was almost as if I had always been her. The thought both excited and scared me.
I couldn’t deny that I had started to enjoy being Marion—not just physically but emotionally. The carefreeness that came from navigating adult life was intoxicating.
But it also made me wonder about my own life. As Jacob, my days were filled with school, playing video games, and trying to fit in with my friends. But as Marion, I had a loving husband, a beautiful home, and seemingly endless possibilities.
Was this what adulthood was really like?
“Smells delicious,” Peter’s voice broke through my thoughts as he entered the kitchen.
“Thanks,” I replied with a smile, “I’m starting to get the hang of this cooking thing.”
“You’re a natural,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his head on my shoulder.
I could feel his warm breath on my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. As much as I tried to remind myself that this was temporary, it was hard not to get lost in these moments with Peter.
“I have something special planned for tomorrow,” he whispered in my ear.
“Oh?” I turned to face him, intrigued by his words.
“Yes,” he replied, “It’s our anniversary after all.”
I felt my heart race at the mention of their anniversary.
“Our anniversary?” I echoed.
“Yes!" Peter beamed, his enthusiasm contagious, "It's been ten wonderful years, and I wanted to celebrate in style.”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady while mentally preparing for whatever adult situation lay ahead.
His gaze softened, and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, “Dinner first, then I thought we’d take a stroll to the park where we had our first date… maybe bring back some old memories?”
“Sounds romantic,” I replied.
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