Dinner Party - Part 6

I woke up the next morning, sick to my stomach.

What had I done? The weight of my actions settled heavily in my chest. I was Jacob, a boy grappling with a world filled with strange experiences and complex emotions, yet here I was, having lived a night in Marion’s life—her body—her husband.

I shuddered at the memory of Peter’s erection pushing deep inside of me, filling me up with cum. I felt embarrassed that I had climaxed, too —undeniable proof that I had fully given into the pleasures of getting fucked by him.

“What have I done?” I whispered, slowly crawling out of bed.

I had to switch back before any more damage was done.

I turned back towards Peter who was sleeping soundly in the bed. I had to get out of the house and clear my head. I needed an excuse. I’d been to this house many times before, and I knew there were some nice hiking trails nearby.

I quickly slipped into the walk-in closet, closing the door behind me. The familiar scent of Peter and Marion enveloped me, causing a tightness in my chest. I couldn't believe I was in their house, wearing her body.

I scanned through the neatly organized clothes on hangers, searching for something appropriate for a hike. My eyes landed on a pair of form-fitting running leggings and a tank top. Memories of Marion wearing them while taking morning jogs with my mom around the neighborhood flashed through my mind.

I hesitated before grabbing them, feeling guilty and intrusive. But I pushed those feelings aside, reminding myself that I needed to get out of the house as soon as possible.

That’s right… she probably wore a sports bra, too.

I dug through the closet, finally spotting a sports bra wedged between two blouses.

I looked down at my body, realizing that I would have to confront Marion’s naked form once again. This time, however, I did not avert my eyes.

With shaky hands, I tugged the bra over her soft, plump breasts. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at myself in the mirror—Marion's reflection staring back at me.

I had been so focused on getting dressed and leaving the house that I hadn't really taken the time to fully appreciate her body. But now, as I stood there in her tight workout clothes, every curve and dip of her figure was on full display.

Her breasts were larger than my mom’s, filling out the sports bra perfectly. The leggings hugged her hips and thighs, accentuating their curves and making her legs look long and lean.

There was also a thrill in wearing the skin of someone so different from myself. Despite everything I had gone through up to this point, I couldn't help but to crack a smirk. 

Taking a deep breath, I crept out of the master bedroom and down the hallway. The house was quiet except for the faint sound of Aiden’s cartoons blaring from the living room. My heart pounded as I reached for the front door, praying that Peter wouldn’t wake up before I could escape.

I took in a deep breath and started walking down the driveway, feeling a sense of freedom and excitement at being outside alone in Marion’s body. I followed the road until it turned into a narrow trail that snaked through the dense forest.

As I walked along the trail, my thoughts drifted back to memories of hiking with my family and Aiden’s family. The trail was a familiar one, winding through the dense forest that surrounded our town.

I remembered how my mother and Marion always had endless gossip to share as they walked, their voices carrying through the trees. Aiden and I would often race ahead or lag behind, while my dad and his dad, Peter, herded us like sheepdogs,

As I walked along, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and guilt wash over me. A part of me still couldn't believe that I was living in Marion's body, wearing her clothes, and even sleeping with her husband.

With each step, I found myself becoming more aware of Marion's body—her muscles working beneath the skin, her heart beating steadily in my chest.

Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed the group of hikers coming towards me on the narrow path. My heart raced as they got closer.

“Good morning!” A cheery voice called out from the group as they approached.

I forced a smile and nodded in response, praying that they wouldn’t notice anything off about me. But they just continued on their way without a second glance.

I continued on my hike, feeling a mixture of relief and unease. It was both comforting and unsettling to know that I could pass as Marion without anyone questioning it.

I walked for what felt like hours, taking in the beauty of the forest around me and getting lost in my thoughts.

To them, I was simply an adult woman. A wife to an adoring husband… I couldn’t believe how easily I could pass as her.

I decided to take a break and sat down on a fallen log by the side of the trail. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, trying to clear my head.

But as I sat there, a new thought began to creep into my mind. The thought of using Marion’s body for my own pleasure.

The more I thought about it, the more appealing it became. I mean, why not? I was in her body now and it wasn’t like anyone would know.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I could do anything I wanted without consequences. It was a strange and almost exhilarating feeling to have control over someone else's body. Especially as a preteen boy so much younger than her. Marion's body was now my playground.

I looked down at Marion’s womanly form —a stark contrast to my scrawny male self, and felt a flicker of pride. The way her tits jutted out from my chest, and her hips filled out the leggings… I actually felt kind of …sexy.

My fingers brushed against the fabric of the leggings, feeling the soft material hug my curves. A mischievous smile tugged at my lips as I took a few steps down the trail and then glanced up and down, ensuring no one else was around. Slowly, I reached towards Marion’s chest once more, fingers tentatively tracing along the soft fabric of her sports bra. I couldn’t help but squeak out a giggle.

"Hmm," I thought aloud, "I could definitely get used to this."