"Uhhh...honey...let's talk before we do anything else," John stammered.
Rachel took John by both hands and said, "Is there something wrong, John."
"No...no...well...yes."
The couple's bedroom was the closest place to sit down and so Rachel led the way inside and sat down on the bed, patting a place next to her. As John entered, he glanced over toward the large walk-in closet, and could just make out that the dresses and frilly female garments that he was used to seeing had been replaced with clothes much like his own.
John took a seat near Rachel, but not too close.
"What's bothering you, John?" Rachel asked. She leaned in toward John and placed her large hand with the short stubby nails on his knee.
"Rachel...I have to tell you something," he said. With that he didn't hesitate and launched into Frank's story about finding the device. He didn't stop until he concluded with, "And so you see, honey...you have Frank's body from the neck down. I know it seems so strange, but surely you remember the way you've always been...the way we've always been."
Rachel started listening with a patient smile that grew broad, like John was telling a joke...but by the end of the story her smile was replaced with a frown, and she looked down with her eyes closed. When she looked up again, she was downright angry.
"If this isn't the stupidest way that you've ever told me that you don't want to have sex," she said softly, but with anger rising in her voice. "John...if you're tired of me or don't like the way I look then just say so. Don't make up long, weird stories."
"No, Rachel...I love the way you look...I mean, you're still so pretty to me. It's just..."
"It's just what, John? I'm getting too fat for you? Is that it? Too much hair on my back? What is it? Nothing like that has ever bothered you before. You've not hesitated when you've wanted sex lately, so what's going on? And if you want it, all you've ever had to do is ask."
John suddenly realized that Rachel was much more into sex in this reality. She had a male sexual drive, but she still seemed to be the same tender Rachel at the same time.
"And what's all this about wanting to make love to your brother? That's just weird!"
"No...I don't want to make love to Frank. I want to make love to your body; it's just that he has it for now. I want you to have it back!"
"You want my head on Frank's body. John that is as perverted and strange as anything you've ever said. You want me to have boobs and a vagina? And your brother's boobs and vagina at that. How do you expect me to react to such a statement? And what's wrong with my body. You liked this body when we got married, and you liked it just two nights ago. So, what's changed?"
With that, she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down revealing Frank's tidy whitey underwear.
"Here we go," John groaned to himself.
She then shucked off her flannel shirt, not bothering to unbutton it; just pulling it over her head. As she undressed, John realized that Rachel had a major league erection. He couldn't believe that his mind went in this direction, but he thought, "If I had upset Rachel like this when she had her female body she would never still be sexually aroused, but with a male body, it takes a great deal to quelch that need."
Finally, she pulled down her underwear, revealing Frank's large penis, which was erect; this was a sight that John had never seen. In fact, other than a few porn movies that he had watched in college, he had never seen another man's erect penis, just his own.
"So...now do you see anything you like?" Rachel asked, the anger leaving her voice, replaced by sheer feminine seduction.
She strode up to John, her penis moving from side to side as it pointed upward. She hugged John tight, then moved her hand down to his crotch. "Come on baby...enough joking. Let's fool around."
John...