I fumbled with the bra until it fell away, leaving me uncomfortably liberated, bare-chested, and vulnerable.
“Holy fucking shit,” my breasts were huge and perfectly shaped, their reality both dazzling and terrifying.
I could hardly tear my eyes from them; they were a marvel I never thought I'd possess. I cupped them gingerly, feeling inside me a strange, forbidden thrill, an exhilaration laced with guilt. My hands shivered as they closed carefully over them. They were impossibly firm and flawless under my touch. I had never imagined having breasts, and yet here they were, belonging to me. My own flesh in a way I could not comprehend.
I cupped them again, my fingers growing less tentative, tracing the swell of them with a feeling that was both utterly foreign and deeply familiar. Was this as much of a betrayal as it felt? Was this like cheating?
Worse yet, it was starting to turn me on.
I gingerly dug through her suitcase again. A black, glittering dress.
I knew I should just throw on the T-shirt again, but curiosity tugged at me like a magnetic pull. Would this body turn heads in that dress? Was it worth finding out?
I bit my lip and pulled the dress out, holding it up to the light. It was slinky and elegant, the kind of dress that demanded attention. I hesitated only a moment before slipping it over my head. The fabric slithered down my shoulders and hips with ease, fitting perfectly against Jessica’s stunning curves.
I walked into the bathroom and snapped on the light, the sight in the mirror arresting.
She was breathtaking. I was breathtaking.
I tilted my head, watching Jessica’s soft lips part in wonder. Did I dare enjoy this? What if a way back never came?
The forbidden thoughts spiraled as I turned, admiring myself from every angle. The dress was perfect; it hugged my waist, enhanced my breasts even more dramatically than I thought possible. This body, this face—it felt like winning some cosmic lottery.
Then her phone rang again.
“Alex” flashed insistently.
“Hi. Again,” I said, breathless.
“You sound better,” Alex noted, “Did you get some rest?”
“Uh, yeah,” I lied, “Sort of.”
“Good!” he said, “Don’t forget to eat something.”
He knew her well. There was a coziness in his voice that made my chest tighten.
“I will,” I promised.
“And I know you hate the cold,” he added, teasingly, “so stay warm.”
I laughed, a soft and unfamiliar sound. Was this what love felt like from the other side?
“I will,” I echoed again.
“What are you up to?”
“Yeah,” I said quickly, “just… getting ready for bed.”
“Oh, wish I could join you,” he chuckled, low and affectionate.
I swallowed hard, “Me too.”
I could tell where this was leading, and I did not like it one bit.
But what choice did I have?
“I’m so horny for you,” he whispered playfully.
I swallowed again, “Oh yeah?”
“Uh huh,” he said, “I’m touching myself right now thinking about you wearing one of those sexy nighties.”
My face flushed with heat.
“I bet you are,” I fumbled, trying to sound like Jessica would.
He didn’t let up. I got a request to video chat and my stomach dropped.
I stared at the phone in disbelief. Did I dare? Would he notice if something was off, if I didn’t act convincingly like her?
The screen flashed again.
I bit down on panic and answered, “Uh, hi.”
Alex’s face popped into view—classically handsome, all angular lines and a strong jaw. He smiled in a way that was both eager and tender.
“There she is,” he murmured, eyes sparking with mischief and desire.
I shifted awkwardly, the dress clinging to me as I held the phone at arm's length. This was insane. Completely insane.
“Wow,” Alex said, his voice dropping low, “You look amazing.”
“Ha, thanks,” I said, unsure how to respond.
“You’ll kill them at that conference tomorrow.”
I tried to smile in a way Jessica might. I could see him settling into his couch, the familiar living room behind him.
His other hand disappeared in his pants. I wanted to throw up.
“Show me something?” His voice was breathless.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding. This was insane.
“Oh, okay,” I said, my voice a delicate tremor as I angled the phone to show off my body.
I could still hardly believe it was mine, staring at this surreal reflection through the camera lens. How long could I keep this up?
“God, Jessica,” Alex groaned, his eyes devouring every inch of me.
“You like that?” I asked coyly, playing at being her.
“You have no idea,” he breathed back.
I held the phone steady, watching him watching me.
“I want to see you …touch yourself, too …you know how much that turns me on,” he whispered, his voice a raw plea.
“I do,” I said.
My fingers trembled as they found their way to my breasts again, skin warm under the cool fabric of the dress. I fought back the last shred of hesitation and traced over them slowly.
Alex moaned softly, eyes glassy with lust.
“Just like that,” he encouraged.
I exhaled shakily, feeling reckless and exposed. Would this be my life now? How far would I go to keep up this act?
Images of Candace flashed through my head. Our vows rushed back with clarity: fidelity, loyalty, a life shared together—what was I doing here in this dress? Her sudden absence cut sharply through Jessica’s present, this chaotic life I had been swapped into. Candace, my lovely, my faithful wife.
I let my hand travel down over Jessica’s taut stomach. This was working—he bought it. He thought it was her.
“You are so sexy,” he said, his voice urgent, “I’m so close.”
“Fuck,” he gasped, eyes clamping shut as he lost himself completely.
I watched him melt back into the couch, breathless and sated. He truly believed it was her; I had fooled him.
“I love you so much, Jessica.”
His words felt like a punch. I struggled to keep my face steady.
“I love you too,” I managed, before quickly ending the call.
I sat still, breathless and raw, the room spinning around me. The intimacy of it all was overwhelming. Wrong. His love felt like a theft, something stolen from Candace and my real life. And yet, for one excruciating moment, it had also felt exhilarating—like being desired in a way I had never experienced before.
The phone buzzed with a message.
“Wish you were here,” it read, with a winking emoji.
I tossed it aside and collapsed back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What was I doing? How long could this go on?
I shed the dress as though peeling off another lie, pulling on the T-shirt again.
The room seemed to spin around me in dizzying loops of black glitter and guilt. I could still hear Alex’s ragged breathing echoing in my ears. Jessica’s husband.
I buried myself in the comforter, trying to drown out the reality of what I’d just done. The bed was soft and unfamiliar, but exhaustion pulled me under.
Candace's face lingered in my thoughts—warm and vivid—until everything faded.
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