My mind was still racing, waves of pleasure and confusion coursing through me. I pulled away slightly, propping myself up on one elbow to look at her—myself—still too bewildered to grasp the full scope of what had just happened.
“That was… wow,” I managed, still trying to catch my breath, “I didn’t think it could feel that intense.”
I ran a hand through my long hair—Allison's hair—and felt a shiver of delight at the soft strands slipping between my fingers, “I can’t believe I’m …you.”
“I guess we should get dressed,” I smirked as I stood up and tiptoed over to her dresser, my heart still racing with the thrill of our encounter.
I rifled through her clothes, overwhelmed by the textures and colors.
“You know what? I think you should try on that red dress I bought for the Christmas party. It’ll be fun to see how you fill it out.”
I laughed, shaking my head at the audacity of her suggestion. I was terrified yet also strangely turned on by the idea.
I found the dress—silky and vibrant, hanging like a challenge on its hanger. I stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, half-expecting to see my old self staring back at me. Instead, I was greeted by Allison’s reflection: her high cheekbones, full lips, and striking blue eyes that now held my own bewilderment.
With shaky fingers, I pulled the dress over my head and let it fall around my curves. The fabric clung to me in all the right places — snug against my chest but flowing alluringly down my hips. I turned slowly in front of the mirror, admiring how the dress hugged every contour of my new body. A flush crept over my cheeks as I bit my lip, feeling a strange thrill at this transformation.
“Gabe!” Allison called from the other side of the door, “How does it look?”
“Would you help me with the zipper, honey?” I cooed.
“You look amazing!” she exclaimed as she opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight.
I turned to face her fully, striking a playful pose with my hands on my hips, feeling both ridiculous and exhilaratingly bold, “What do you think? Ready for that Christmas party?”
She stepped closer, reaching behind me to zip up the back of the dress, her fingers brushing against my skin.
“This is so surreal… Can you imagine… going to the Christmas party together like this? As each other?”
“And they wouldn’t have the faintest clue,” she replied, her voice playful yet tinged with a hint of disbelief.
“I kinda like being you, Allison. I mean, the sex was incredible. And now I can touch your boobs whenever I want.”
“Look at us,” Allison hugged me from behind, her chin resting atop my shoulder as we both gazed into the mirror, “What a hot couple…”
I couldn’t help but giggle as I lifted my arm, letting my hand trail along the smooth fabric of the dress, admiring Allison’s much thicker thighs, the curve of her butt.
I twirled in front of the mirror, the fabric swirling around my legs, “Maybe we should go out tonight! Just the two of us… as us. I’d be the sexy wife, and you’d be the handsome husband…”
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