“This can't be happening, we have to change back” she looked down at you in her much shorter petite frame.
"Relax Mrs. Thomas we can change back, it was a crazy idea, I just thought that maybe you'd want a break from your life, and not only that you'd get a chance to be a male see things from the guy's perspective, plus from my body you'd be young, no responsibilities and best of all you'd get the chance to bond and understand Ryan in a way you never could as his best friend."
It was weird hearing Mrs. Thomas’s voice come out as you talked and even more weird seeing your old body towering over you.
"I know all those things are very intriguing it’s just….”she paused.
"Just what me being you,” I took a deep breath ready to admit it. “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this but I always had a crush on you Mrs. Thomas, you’re beautiful, sexy if you will in a good way but just as important your so sweet caring loving with everyone, if I could meet someone like you I’d be the happiest man alive next to Mr. Thomas I bet. Which is why when I went over to your house waiting to tell Ryan about this, I was thinking of who I could test it on, the more and more I thought about it the more and more you sitting on the couch started to come to my mind. I started to want to see what its like to be the most amazing woman I know, you Mrs. Thomas.”
"Thank you I mean it, you don't know how much I appreciate that but...”
“But what”
Whatever it was she was reluctant to tell you.
"You and Ryan were planning on going to the movies tonight, well Mr. Thomas and I have our own plan for Friday night, our Friday night fun."
"What going out to dinner or something?"
"Or something,” she grinned from your body “I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this too, but I can’t believe I’m standing here in my son’s best friend’s body either. So having the house to ourselves on most Friday nights since Ryan has gotten older we started a little game, Mr. Thomas goes into my lingerie drawer Friday morning and picks out what he wants to see me in that night and puts it on the bed,”
Thoughts of Mrs. Thomas, of the body you were in dressed up in sexy lingerie waiting to get fucked filled your head; you knew it’s always the sweet caring types, which once the bedroom door closes show a truly different side of themselves.
“Every time I enter the bedroom on Fridays I see it waiting for me, calling for me all day, not just because of all the fun I’m going to have with Don that night, but more importantly knowing how much he adores, loves, desires me even after all these years of marriage. He says all week he thinks about what I’m going to wear, even buying me new lingerie on occasions but what he really loves is me being well me the whole week, I’m his sweet little loving housewife. Then on Friday morning as he’s laying it out he’s picturing me being something different the naughty little housewife when the bedroom door closes that night, even at work I pop into his head like in a meeting or when he’s just staring at his computer. Sometimes I even call him up during the day with some random thought or stupid question knowing he loves hearing my soft sweet voice because it makes him think of the dirty nasty one he will hear Friday night.”
Mrs. Thomas talking dirty and nasty, mmm… the picture in your mind changed.
“Then when Friday night hits as I sit with the bedroom door closed the house is silent I’m putting on the lingerie, a feeling comes over me knowing Don has been thinking about me all week, thinking of me dressed like this all day waiting to do god knows what with me,”
Images of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas having sex in many positions now filled your head, what they both must be able to do with her in this short petite frame your mind filled with the possibilities as she continued.
“Its like the transformation starts I start to want him, need him as I get ready each second goes by the feelings build, I’m tired of being the sweet little caring housewife, I want to become what he wants and as he opens the bedroom door with that big grin of his on his face, and closes it the transformation is complete behind the bedroom door I’m no longer Mrs. Thomas the sweet little caring housewife I’m Mrs. Thomas his naughty little housewife god that’s so weird isn’t it?”
“Weird why would I think that” you rub his shoulder, “I think its wonderful you and Mr. Thomas having that kind of relationship after all these years, I think its something that makes you even more special, even more amazing, and even me more jealous of Mr. Thomas and you, and I wouldn’t want to take that away from you so we can swap back if you want although I could always pretend I'm sick, just stay swapped for one day switch back tomorrow, then you can have your Friday fun on Saturday I could always get Ryan out of the house somehow.
"I couldn't do that to Don, we both look so forward to Friday, he’d be devastated and never leave your side it wouldn’t be much fun for you, which is why I’d expect you to put on my lingerie and become Mrs. Thomas the naughty little housewife I know you’d have a lot more fun, but its not like you have to worry about that do you?”
“You mean like if we couldn’t switch back?”
“Yeah if we couldn’t switch back or something”
“Or something like what you’d actually let me take your place put on your lingerie and have sex with Mr. Thomas”
“You would want to?” She looked at you waiting for a second, you didn’t know if she was waiting for an answer or what but she spoke again “not just going home like this in my body as the sweet caring Mrs. Thomas but when Ryan leaves tonight you’d go to my bedroom put on my lingerie and take my place with Don as Mrs. Thomas his naughty little housewife.”
The images in your head changed once again instead of Mrs. Thomas in sexy lingerie, it was you as Mrs. Thomas putting and being in the sexy lingerie, before the images of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas in all the position you imagined returned now with her calling out all those dirty nasty things at the same time like harder, harder, fuck me Donnie fuck your wife, pound that pussy, oh god you fucking stud, whose your naughty little housewife, only this time instead of watching it you were participating seeing it from the eyes of Mrs. Thomas being moved about and ravaged so easily by Mr. Thomas in your now short petite frame, as those words were blurted out from your mouth in each different position. God what that must feel like, to have a cock buried deep in a pussy, to have that feeling of being stuffed, you could only imagine, only know Mrs. Thomas wanted to know if you wanted the chance to find out, do you?
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