“It might be fun you shrug your shoulders not wanting to seem to excited”
“Fun, listen I love Don, I’d do anything for him, and I would never hurt him. I know he feels the same way; he loves me exactly like I am the person that I am his sweet little caring housewife and his naughty little one behind the bedroom door. If I have to give up a once in a lifetime experience that would probably be a lot of fun too, I would in a heartbeat, even if I missed out on the chance to not only be in a younger body but a male one at that, plus having no responsibilities and the best part I’d get to bond with my son in a way I never could imagine was possible, as his best friend. So if you don’t want to be me, if your answer is not a yes then we should swap back now.”
It was one thing to admit to a crush but it was even harder to admit to this thought even to yourself much less out loud to someone else, that not only do you love the idea of being your best friend’s mom the sweet little caring housewife that you love the though of being the naughty little Mrs. Thomas too. But you had to or it was all going to be taken away from you if you didn’t act fast.
“No please”
“So you want to swap back then.”
“What no I mean it’s a yes.”
“Yes” your old face brightened.
“Yes, I don’t want to swap back. I want the chance to be the sweet little caring Mrs. Thomas and then when the bedroom door closes to be what I always imagined but never thought it was actually true, the naughty little Mrs. Thomas. I know its crazy, I can’t believe what I’m saying, admitting to but its true its sick that I feel this way but I do Mrs., Thomas, I want to be you” you felt relief, like a big giant load fell off your body.
“Its not sick or crazy” your old body moved next to you and rubbed your shoulder knowing the emotional state you must be in to admit what you just did “even at my age and watching what I eat I’d still like to think what you said is true my husband tells me that too all the time that I’m a very beautiful woman, and a very privileged woman too. I have a wonderful family, a great son Ryan is you know, and an amazing incredible loving and caring partner with a great passionate sex life even after all theses years of marriage. So what you see is what I see, so can I blame you for wanting that for wanting my life, no; and just like me I think you’re a very privileged young man so who can blame me for wanting to give it a try; but you know I wouldn’t just do this with anyone, I’m trusting you to be me.”
“No I know I feel very privileged in life and for this chance Mrs. Thomas, I promise I won’t let you down Ryan and more importantly Mr. Thomas will never suspect a thing.”
“That’s good because I can only imagine what Mr. Thomas would do if he found out, it wouldn’t be pretty oh and one other thing.”
“What’s that, Mrs. Thomas?”
“Stop calling me Mrs. Thomas, Mrs. Thomas.”
You both laughed relaxing the situation.
“Oh I got an idea” she reached into your pocket and pulled out your cell phone.
“Hey Ryan what’s up what are u doing for supper” he turned so his back was facing you
“Pizza sounds good,” a pause before you heard him say “see you then.”
“What” you asked as your old body turned around with a big grin on his face it was then you heard a phone ringing from Mrs. Thomas’s purse.
“Answer it Mrs. Thomas” your heart started to beat faster, you unzipped the purse and saw Ryan’s name on the screen this was the first moment of truth.
You answered “Hi sweetie is there a problem” you felt weird calling Ryan sweetie but that’s what his mom did when you were over there so you figured you’d do the same meanwhile your eyes were locked on your old body who was enjoying every minute of this.
“No problem mom, we should be done in a bit, just wanted to say that Kyle is coming over for pizza too, I didn’t ask dad but I figured you two wouldn’t have a problem”
“No that sounds fine.”
“Well I just figured I’d tell you in case he beats us over.”
“Well I appreciate that.”
“Hopefully it’s not too much longer.”
“Is your father there” you figure it would be something Mrs. Thomas would have asked.
“No he’s out having a cigarette.”
“All right”
‘Well I’m gonna get back to staring at the wall”
You laugh “Sounds fun, I don’t want to keep you away from that bye sweetie.”
“Bye mom” you felt relief, though more joy, encouragement he thought you were his actual mom, and why wouldn’t he just like tonight with Mr. Thomas he’ll never suspect that you are anyone other then the real Mrs. Thomas.
“Well we better get going Mrs. Thomas, get to your house before Ryan and Mr. Thomas get home.”
So you pick up Mrs. Thomas's purse and you both head for the car.
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