"Maybe some other time, Frank. I'll call you later, and we can get together tonight."
Frank emerged from the bathroom, holding the device. John had watched for a chance to take it from the moment that they had come inside, but Frank had held onto it tightly. John knew that if Frank suspected that John was obsessed with changing what Frank thought was rightfully his female body, he would take matters into his own hands and change reality for John.
The last thing that John wanted was to think that Frank with Rachel's body was normal.
"Alright then, dude," Frank said as he pulled out a t-shirt from his bag. It was a shirt that John hadn't seen before. It had the name of Frank's favorite football team, but the printing on the shirt was done in a feminine script, and the regular school color was replaced with pink. Frank retained his football mania, but expressed it in a feminine style in this reality.
Frank pulled the shirt over his head, and John had one last fleeting compulsion to try to grab the device, but his better judgment won out, and he let it be.
"Take it easy, then," Frank said. "I'll be thinking of how we can use this thing. And, by the way...I don't think we should tell the wives about this yet. Maybe later, but not now. Let's keep this between us." Frank stood a few feet away from John, his dark eyebrows serious and thick, while his close-cropped hair and thick stubble on his chin was a stark contrast from the buxom, pleasantly plump, hour-glass figure that he was sporting. He stepped into some feminine sandals, and said, "Okay?"
"Yeah, yeah...okay," John said. "See you later."
Frank said, "Later," and led the way out of the room. John followed and saw Rachel come out of the kitchen still wearing the old faded jeans and untucked flannel shirt that Frank had worn over that morning.
"You leaving so soon, Frank?" she asked.
"Yep, Rach...we hope to see y'all tonight, though, for dinner."
"That sounds great," she came over, towering a good five inches taller than Frank, and gave him a hug, side to side. "Just let us know."
"Okay..we will...bye." Frank left the house and headed to his pickup truck.
John heard the engine crank a minute later, and watched through a front window as Frank drove away, taking his wife's body with him.
As John turned away from the window, he was confronted with Rachel, now with her face, and slightly enlarged head at eye-level with him (Frank and he were about the same height).
Rachel immediately put her mouth up to John's and gave him a passionate kiss. John was surprised, but instinct took over, and he did what he naturally did, and his lips parted. The kiss turned into a French kiss of the highest quality. John closed his eyes, but opened them when he realized that Rachel had a large hand up against his chest again.
He looked into Rachel's eyes, and she stared seductively back at him.
"Wanna fool around?" she grinned slyly.
John...
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