“Peter, wait!” I blurted, my voice more desperate than I intended.
“What is it?”
“I, uh… I have to go to the bathroom.”
Peter raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from confusion to amusement, “Alright, babe. Just don’t take too long, okay?”
I nodded quickly, scrambling off the couch as if being set free from a trap. I dashed toward the hallway, my heart racing in my chest. The bathroom door closed behind me with a soft click, and I leaned against it, breathing heavily.
What had just happened? I was utterly unprepared for that encounter—my mind raced with thoughts of how to escape this mess without revealing my true identity. The face in the mirror reflected Marion’s shocked expression, and it felt surreal.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered to myself, “I’m just a kid.”
Taking a moment to breathe, I focused on my reflection. Marion’s face stared back at me, wide-eyed and confused. I smoothed down her hair and adjusted her dress before stepping back from the sink, reminding myself that for now, I had to play the part.
I spotted some silk pajamas hanging on the towel rack. Perhaps I could just say I was tired and go to bed. But that meant getting out of Marion’s dress.
A wave of self-consciousness washed over me as I slowly unzipped the dress, letting it slide down my arms and pool at my feet.
“Oh. My. God,” she was …a woman, “Marion…”
My eyes widened in disbelief as I stared at the reflection in the mirror. The body looking back at me was undeniably feminine, with soft curves and smooth skin. And then, there they were – breasts - two perfectly formed mounds sitting atop my chest. My hand reached up to touch them, still in awe of this new reality.
I couldn’t believe I was standing in Marion’s body, feeling sensations that were entirely foreign to me. My heart raced as my fingers brushed against the fabric of her underwear, the realization of my situation crashing down like a tidal wave.
“This is insane,” I gasped, a mix of fascination and panic swirling inside me.
I knew that, if I was going to put on her pajamas, I was going to have to strip her body entirely.
With a deep breath, I carefully peeled off Marion’s underwear, the sensation of the fabric sliding down my legs strange and unnerving. The bathroom was quiet except for the soft hum of the movie playing in the living room, and I could hear Peter’s voice faintly, likely chuckling at whatever had just happened on-screen.
I quickly averted my eyes at the sight of Marion’s bush between my legs, and reached behind my back to unclasp her bra.
Just as I unclasped the bra, the bathroom door swung open unexpectedly. My heart lurched into my throat as I turned to find Peter standing there, his expression a mix of surprise and mischief.
“Marion?” he said, voice dropping low as his gaze swept over me.
I froze, mortified. The bra fell in a heap on the floor, and I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest, but in my panic, I realized that it was too late to hide. His eyes widened as he took in the scene —the naked body of his wife in the bathroom.
“Uh… um, I…” I stammered, desperately trying to piece together an excuse that wouldn’t expose my true identity.
He stepped closer, a smirk spreading across his face, “You know, this is quite the sight. Were you going to surprise me?”
“Peter…” my cheeks flamed with embarrassment.
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