An hour later, John was coming out of the shower and found Rachel standing at the bathroom mirror curling her hair. She had a towel around her waist, her hairy chest and back in full view.
"Hey, stud," she said, as John came out naked, wrapping his towel around his waist. "You ready to go again?"
"No, Rach...let's take a break. I'm going to check a few things on the internet before we go over to Frank's house this afternoon."
John had been thinking while taking his shower, and he thought that he may find some information about this device on the internet. Even if it was mentioned as just an urban legend, he might find out something.
Rachel put down her curling iron and walked over to her chest of drawers. She dropped her towel, revealing her flabby stomach and lower body, along with her penis, which was no longer in a state of excitement. She reached in her underwear drawer and pulled out some boxer briefs, which she quickly stepped into.
"Spoil sport," she said playfully as she sat down at her makeup mirror.
She reached into a drawer and started applying eye makeup, going through all the normal rigmarole associated with female makeup. John did notice that there was no nail polish on the table as there had usually been.
John finished dressing, leaving Rachel with her makeup as he went into his back study to surf the internet. He sat down and was having zero luck in finding any mention of a device capable of swapping heads or changing reality when Rachel came into the room, fully made up and wearing sweat pants and a red tank top.
"Just thought I'd work out a bit," she said and went over to the weight bench that John kept in one corner of his large study. "Care to join?"
"Uhhhh...no, not today," John said. John occasionally worked out, and Rachel enjoyed going to the gym and staying active. She often went for walks, but at the gym she only normally did aerobics and used a treadmill or walking machine. Lifting weights was not her thing.
"Would you spot me please, then?" Rachel asked. "I'll make your favorite sandwich, a peanut butter, banana, and chocolate chip, for lunch when I'm done," she coyly said. She was adjusting the amount of weight on the bar, adding about 30 pounds. Frank always could lift more than John.
John got up and went over. Rachel straddled the bench and leaned back. "Okay, ready," she said.
John hoisted the bar up, careful to bend his legs while picking up the heavy weight, and handed it over to Rachel.
"You got it?" he asked.
"Yeah, I've got it," she answered, and began bench pressing the weight.
John looked at her bulging arm muscles. Frank may have had an overweight body, but he did have well developed muscles.
"...9, 10," she said, and waited for John to take the bar from her.
She repeated this process two more times, and after John placed the weights back onto the floor she sat up and flexed both arms, feeling her biceps.
"I just wish that they stayed bulked up long after the workout," she grinned. "It's so much work to look halfway decent, and, I know, I know...I need to lose some weight too. I'll tell you what; I'll only eat one of those sandwiches for lunch."
She patted her paunch, and said with a laugh, "At least I'm not like that story you told me this morning; unless of course you'd really want me to have Frank's body."
"Oh no, oh no," John laughed, while grimacing on the inside.
"Not that Frank doesn't have a good body. I'm just not into feminine bods I guess. Plus, the mess he and Irene have to go through every month. Thank heavens we don't have to worry with that."
"Yep...thank heavens," John repeated.
John went back to his computer, and Rachel continued her workout, building up a slight sheen of sweat. "I might have to shower again before we go over to Frank and Irene's."
She finished her workout and went to the kitchen to make lunch.
Meanwhile...
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