As I lay in my bed asleep, I was thinking about what I had to do that day, I would make breakfast then maybe clean the house a little then go get some groceries, Wait a minute what was I thinking thats all the things my wife Sara would normally do, I kinda laughed it off in my head and went back to sleep for a while, but the thoughts didnt go away, why would I be thinking about what Sara had to do?
Ah well, I opened my eyes but there was something partially blocking my view, it was as if my eyelashes had grown over night, but that wasnt all I looked at my arm and noticed how soft it looked and how smooth, absolutely no hair?
Then the scariest thing of all, I felt my underwear being removed, and a mans voice saying “Morning honey” I instantly froze as I felt his arm around my waist, the man pulled me in close to him, I felt his growing manhood in the small of my back,
OMG I was about to be raped!
I tried to pull away from him but he was too strong, he turned me over on to my stomach easily, he was going to forced me to have sex with him, but why couldnt I fight back, I know I wasonly a small man but I felt so weak.
“Oh Shit” said the man, “Im going to be late this will have to wait till later honey, with that he jumped out of the bed grabbed his clothes and shouted...
“See you tonight babe”
I was in shock, what had just happened, I sat up in the bed, noticing for the first time something just wasnt right, looking down I noticed I had boobs, 36 C at a guess what the hell was going on, it was as, if I had turned into an exact copy of my wife.
So thats why I was thinking about getting groceries and cleaning the house, but my mind was still male, this cant be happening, I thought, then without a thought I walked over to my wife’s bra drawer, I chose what was my favorite bra, the one I always like her to wear.
This was so crazy! could I pull it off, I walked over to the full length mirror and was shocked to see me cupping my wifes boobs to fit neatly in the bra, then reaching round my back to fasten the hooks as if Id done this all my life, it was as if i had my mind but was acting as my wife would do.
I added matching panties, needless to say there was no sign of my manhood, but a pretty good replacement, I turned when I heard a key go in the lock of my front door, had the man come back, to finish off raping me, no it was a female voice
“Hello Sara its me Jenny, are you ready yet, I’ll put some coffee on”
It was my wifes best friend Jenny, would she be able to tell it was me and not Sara, I grabbed a robe and walked into the living room, there was only one way to find out.
”Arent you dressed yet, she asked, We have a appointment at the spa in half an hour,” then she added, “I love the bra and panty set” I did not believe it, Jenny couldnt tell it was me and not Sara, I was afraid to say anything at first until she asked if I wanted sugar, before I could think about how my voice would sound I had already said,
What was going on had I been given a gift of being able to see what it was like to be my wife for who knows how long? And where was my body in all this, had Sara gone to work as me, it was all very strange but what could I do I had to go along with it.
I went over to Sara’s vanity table and began to apply some makeup, mascara and lipstick, wondering what it was I was going to wear I stepped back into the living room again to see Jenny was wearing leggings and a cute top, WAIT, did I just say a cute top? That didnt sound like me, it sounded more like what Sara would say.
”What are you doing Adam” came a voice in my head, “Get out of my body right now”
I looked round to see if I could see anyone else in the room, there was no one there I knew what was happening, it was Sara fighting my mind for power of her body.
I said to her, “Im in control Sara there is nothing you can do, just leave now”
“Oh you think your in control do you,” I heard in my head, with that she forced my hand to pick up a lipstick and smeared it on my forehead.
“What do you think now Adam?”
Then she was gone again, I wiped the lipstick off my head and started to get dressed, I pulled on some skinny jeans and then a sweater over my head.
I reached for some low heeled shoes but my hands forced me towards the high heels that I like Sara to wear, I tried to stop my hands but it was like they had a mind of their own, Sara had won this round, she was forcing me to walk in the heels.
“Why are you wearing high heels,” Jenny asked, “We are only going to the spa.”
I was going to tell her that Sara had forced me to wear them but that sounded too ridiculous, I was Sara now for the forseeable future.
Could it be as simple as I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed?