Simon, now transformed into Rita, glanced at her watch and realized the time. “Oh shit! I need to go pick up the little one from daycare before I go food shopping and pick up the twins from practice!” Simon stopped for a second and a funny look crossed her face, “Man this is weird, I really feel rushed like the real Rita would! Well no time to dilly dally I need to get going!” Simon started to rush, but the undulations of her massive 42GG breasts forced her to stop, “42GG may be some guys fantasies but they are hard to do anything but walk briskly with!” She put her hand on top of them and pressed them down to avoid knocking herself out with a stray slap to the face with one of those whoppers and made her way outside to a mini-van. Fishing around in her purse produced the keys and soon she was off to pick up her littlest one from daycare, all the way making constant adjustments to her breasts to get them out of the way so she could steer properly. These things better pay off later,” she groused to herself after yet another readjustment to her big chesticles.
Simon marveled at how she made small talk, bringing up intimate details of the day care workers as if she had known them for years, when she picked up her youngest, Lyndsay. She was dumbstruck at how she effortlessly slipped into Rita’s life, like keeping Lyndsay entertained just enough while she shopped for the week’s groceries. Hell she fell slightly embarrassed, and with her more male mind flattered, when she noticed a couple of teenagers checking out her giant 42GG funbags. She was paying for everything when her phone rang. She moved Lyndsay from her right arm to her left, like she had done it a hundred times before, and reached into her bra and took out the phone.
“Hey sweetie,” it was Ryan one of her twins, “What’s up? Practice ended early? How about Savannah’s? No? Well then you’re going to have to wait.” Simon barely had time to listen to Ryan’s complaints before reacting like an overworked housewife would and should. “Well that’s too bad! I’m with your sister at the grocery store and it’s going to be another half hour until I get there to pick you and your sister up, so no! No, I cannot come get you now, even if you don’t feel like ‘hanging out’ for a little while! Suck it up!” Simon hung up and slipped the phone back into her bra. She saw the look on the cashier’s face and explained herself, “Sorry, my sixteen year old thinks I have nothing to do all day but rush to get him when he wants me too.”
The cashier smiled and nodded, “I hear you sister, I hear you.”
Simon laughed as she got the groceries and Lyndsay in the car. This was all too surreal, he was himself wearing this ridiculous body and yet she was Rita. “It’s like being forced to role play and you don’t know how to stop!” She picked up the twins from practice at the high school, trying to get them to hurry and put the equipment in the back of the min-van as fast they could, “C’mon you two! I want to get home and start cooking for you three!”
“What’s the rush?” Ryan asked with too much attitude but a stern look made him watch himself because she wasn’t going to sit there and tolerate it.
“It’s the 22nd,” Savannah answered her brother.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Ryan replied knowingly. “I get it.”
“Get what?” Simon asked them flustered as they buckled in. “What’s the 22nd?”
“Bang night,” Savannah answered bored with the whole thing by now.
Simon whipped around forward and didn’t say a word. She never would have thought that they knew she and Phil would fuck on the 22nd of each month. Unless it was on a Monday because no one needs that kind of pressure on him or her at the very start of a week. Sometimes they’d reschedule sometimes they wouldn’t. She drove in silence all the way home, slapping her boob to get her phone to stop vibrating when a call started.
At home Simon avoided eye contact with the twins and put Lyndsay down while she cooked. She was busy stirring the sauce when from behind she felt a strong pair of arms reach under her own arms and grab two handfuls of breast meat from each of her silky skinned 42GG cup breasts. She felt a pair of lips nuzzle her neck and rain kisses down all over it. “Mmmm, I hope you’re my husband because I’m gonna blow you for that,” she cooed.
“I’m so glad that I am then,” Phil laughed as he moved his hands down to his wife’s waist and held her close.
“Later,” Simon giggled and pushed him away, “I need to get dinner done.” she slapped his away and thought about his dick as she finished dinner and set the table. “I think I will suck his dick tonight,” Simon acquiesced to herself. The lines of who Simon was and who Rita was were really blurred at this point. She soon called everyone to the table, ate, and cleaned up. She was tired now and went to relax with her husband.
“Ah,” Simon said as she plopped down on the couch and swung her feet into her husband’s lap. “My feet hurt!”
“And?” Phil raised an eyebrow as she switched the channel over to Jeopardy.
“And if you want to have that dick sucked you better get to massaging my tootsies!” she smiled, and shook her 42GG’s to emphasize what he could be missing. Phil knew better than to argue and took of her plastic looking shoes and gave her the massage she wanted. She couldn’t help but moan as he worked her arches, it just felt so good. “Thank God the twins are upstairs in their rooms, and you put Lyndsay down for the night!” her head rolled around her shoulders in pleasure.
After the foot massage Simon readied everything for tomorrow and headed up to the bedroom to get ready. She was gonna suck that dick and let herself get fucked. It was all so surreal and all so enticing; she was honestly excited to try this for the first time. Phil eventually followed her up to the room, and made himself ready for their monthly session. Simon crawled between his legs and let Rita’s natural instincts take over. She started to suck that dick and suck it hard, and from the sounds Phil was making she doing one Hell of a job. After she, classily, swallowed the load shot into her mouth Phil got down to work and started to make love to her. Well, he started out making love to her but it was really more like just a deep dicking. And Simon was moaning like a banshee. Her first orgasm as a woman was absolutely magical and mind blowing. “That was amazing!” she panted.
“Thank you,” Phil replied feeling rather flattered. He was a little confused by the quizzical look she gave him though.
In the morning Simon breezed through all her responsibilities and obligations, like cooking breakfast, getting Lyndsay ready in the morning, feeding her and the twins, getting the twins to school, and dropping Lyndsay off at daycare. She had just returned home from taking the car to get an oil change and began making a late lunch for herself. She sat down and took a bite when she felt a tugging at her back and felt like she fell backwards through the chair and into the floor.
Simon woke up and quickly felt his body to make sure he was okay. He was fine, and in the dress, shoes, and accessories he had just tried on. “I’m back to being a guy!” he grabbed the front of the dress to hold it up and not let it drop leaving him naked. He checked the clock an it had only been one minute since he had ‘left.’ “That was intense!” he panted feeling exhausted from the experience. Thoughts of the sex he had with Phil filled his mind. And he smiled.
“I’ve got to go again!”
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