Billy didn't utter a word for the entire elevator ride down to the lobby. He was in a state of confused shock. He watched as Marty, his wrinkled old male head affixed to his lovely wife Emily's body, ran her hands up and down her legs. "Jesus, but the little lady has a nice set of gams!"
Billy choked, nearly puking. It was as if he were in a living nightmare. How was any of this possible?!?! Why didn't anyone, Emily included, see how wrong and bizarre this all ways?!?!
"You'd best get used to this, Billy-boy. We're going to be doing this for AT LEAST a year. Longer if you don't cooperate." Marty chuckled again as he hopped on Emily's heeled feet in order to make her perky little breasts bounce. "Christ but this feels amazing. Better than I imagined."
As the doors opened, Marty pranced out into the lobby on Emily's lovely legs, her white heels clicking with each mincing step."Looking good Mrs. Taggart. What'd ya do, get a haircut or something?" the doorman, Ted laughed as he looked Marty over.
For his part, Marty laughed. "That's a good one!" He gave Ted a playful half-hearted punch in the upper arm as he passed. "I thought I'd go with something more distinguished this time."
Billy glared at Ted. "What the fuck, Ted?!?! Can't you see how wrong this is?!?!"
Ted looked confused. "What's the matter Mr. Taggart?!? You two are doing something really nice, giving this old fella a place in your lives like this in his twilight years."
Billy shook his head in disbelief as he hurried to catch up to Marty who was practically dancing his way out of the building via Emily's fit young body.
One of the building's young valets drove Billy's Tesla up and tossed the fob to him. Rushing around, he held the door open for Marty, taking in the view of the old man's borrowed, delectable body.
"Well, I can tell already I'm going to spend most of my time aroused. The way all of their eyes linger on me, I can feel their lust, their desire. The misses is quite the trophy, isn't she Billy-boy?"
"Where are we going?!?" Billy snarled.
"Don't get pissy, "hubby." It's a surprise. Just head downtown toward Market Avenue. I'll tell you when to stop. If I can keep my eyes and hands off of my new body during the trip!" Marty laughed as Billy gunned the gas pedal.
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