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Girls Night in - husbands not invited
In the future, body swapping becomes so commonplace and reasonably priced
that people own several spare bodies that they keep on life support in
their closests like people of today keep clothes. It caused a lot of
confusion at first, but thankfully to worldwide ID's and augmented
reality on our hologram glasses, everyone is identified as they are.
My wife was having her bi-monthly get together with her 2 close friends.
You know, the girls only club where they stay up all night and do.. what
girls do. My wife was already switched in her spare body, which was much
hotter than her natural born body, and she liked to show it off in her
tight dress. Since we only had one car, I usually dropped her off and
then picked her back up in the morning. I popped my head in, and saw
that her friends had already slipped into their spare bodies and were
giggling while sipping on their wine. I never quite understood why they
didn't stay in those bodies all the time, they were much hotter than
their natural born bodies. I guess there's something about being in your
own born skin that feels more comfortable? I myself never experienced a
body swap, I was old school and didn't feel comfortable embracing some of
the technology we have today.
"Hey! Frank! What's up?!" one of the girls shouted from the couch. I
just nodded and smiled.
"Ok, so I'll text you in the morning when I wake up.. whenever that is
*giggle*," my wife said.
"Will do. Bye ladies!" I said. They all waved me goodbye. I walked
back to the car, and went to start my car only to realize it wouldn't
start.
"Crap! I bet the controller failed. Ever since Chrysler started
contracting that part out, it's been nothing but issues! How the hell am
I going to get home?! I better text my wife. They have pretty strict
rules about no men at their parties".
[Honey, the car is having issues, I think it's the motor controller. Not
going to be able to get home]
[ugh, well.. come back inside, we'll figure something out until we can
call a tow truck in the morning]
I walked back to the front door, my wife answered the door.
"So it won't start huh?" she asked.
"Nope.. can I come in?" I asked.
"Yea.. I'm not sure how this is going to work," she said nervously.
"Well, not much I can do, I can't walk home," I said as I walked into the
living room.
"What are youuuu doing back here?! NO.. BOYS... ALLOWED!" one of the
girls shouted slurring her speech from the wine she had been drinking.
"My car broke down, I don't have any choice but to stay here tonight
until I can call the shop in the morning," I snapped back.
"Frank! We have very strrrrict rules about our girls party for good
reason!" said Britney in her slurred speech. Just then, she gasped and
started whispering something into Gillian's ear and they both started
giggling.
"What's so funny?" my wife asked.
"come here! come here!" they motioned her over and whispered in her ear.
"No! He'd never go for that!" she protested.
"What? what are they talking about?" I asked my wife.
"Forget it, I'm not even considering that as an option," she said.
"Oh COME on, what's the big deal? It's just skin!" said Britney.
I already knew what they were pondering, it was quite obvious. They
wanted me to slip into a girl's body so I could be.. one of the girls.
"Really? You want me to be a girl? I'd still have a man's thoughts," I
said hoping they'd drop this idea.
"Yea, buuut.. maybe if you spent some time in a girl's body you'd
understand us better, it'd be a neat experiment," said Gillian.
My wife's gears were turning inside her head, I think she was actually
agreeing with this idea.
"Honey, it wouldn't be a big deal. Britney has spare bodies you can use,
it might be fun spending time with my husband on a more intimate level.
It might break down some of the barriers," she said.
"Barriers?" I asked.
"Yea, you don't communicate nearly as much as you should, maybe it would
help open you up a little, ya know?"
It was hard to argue with her point. Like most guys, I didn't talk to my
wife nearly as much as I should. I knew I would regret this decision,
but I agreed to body swap.
"He said he'll do it!" my wife said with excitement. Her friends both
cheered, and Britney came over to me and grabbed my hand to lead me into
her bedroom. I saw the girl bodies hunched over in the corner of the
bedroom. They both looked limp and dead, and both were naked.
"Ok, so I've got these 2 other spare bodies, Jessica the redhead or Kelli
the blonde. What's your fancy?" she asked.
I decided to play it safe and go with the redhead and pointed to her
body.
"So how does this work anyway?" I asked.
"It's really easy. You sit over there and the transfer seat, I hook up
some electrodes to keep your body alive while you're gone, I push a
button and you wake up in the new body," she said.
"Don't you dress them first?" I asked feeling awkward about waking up in
a naked female body.
"Oh don't be shy, it's not like I haven't seen what these bodies look
like naked. I'll help you get dressed once you're transferred," she
said.
For some reason those words made me feel uneasy, thinking about what
dress she was going to have me wear. I was invisioning feeling like a
barbie doll soon. I walked over to the empty seat, and she stuck
electrodes to various parts of my body, including what looked to be a
heart rate monitor. Probably a good idea to make sure nothing happens to
my old body. As soon as she was done, she immediately pushed a button on
the wall and I felt my soul being sucked out of my body into the female
one. I could feel my body in a hunched over position with my long hair
covering my face. I could immediately feel how different my body felt,
both in gender and smaller size. I opened up my eyes, and as I lifted up
my head I felt the natural desire to cover my chest. I looked over at my
old body which felt REALLY weird seeing it slumped over. It was like
having an out of body experience.. Well, I guess I sort of was, except I
was still in a body, just not my own.
"Oh come on now, I already told you there's nothing to be embarrased
about. I've seen those boobs hundreds of times," she reassured me. She
rustled through her dresser and pulled out a bra and panties and handed
them to me.
"Here! put these on so you can relax already," she said non-chalantly.
Both the panties and bra were silky and very pink with black lace on the
edges. I slipped the panties on since they weren't that different from
my underwear other than being much skimpier, but I wasn't sure I could
handle the bra. I put it on forwards, worried I wouldn't be able to hook
the back. I fumbled with the clasps for a few seconds before Britney got
impatient and grabbed the strap to help me.
"Silly girl, that's why you hook it in the front first and spin it
around. Let me just do it for you since you're halfway there already,"
she said. Once the bra was on, I felt a little better, though I was
still mostly naked. She started fumbling through her closet for clothes.
She pulled out a skimpy blue sequin dress that looked like something a
girl would wear at a club in one hand, and a pair of 5" blue shiny
stiletto heels in the other hand.
"This dress looks great on her," she said as she held it up to my body.
I gulped knowing I would be wearing something sexy, and those HEELS!
She began slipping the dress over my head, and it slid tightly against my
skin. She then motioned me to put the heels on. I slipped them onto my
feet, and she grabbed my hand to get me to stand up. She pulled me over
to a dresser. Surprisingly, I didn't have much trouble walking in the
heels. In front of the dresser there was some sort of dome with a cutout
that looked like an area you might stick your face. She sat me down and
told me to hold still. She guided my head towards the dome, and I could
see lights come on. It sounded like some sort of computer booting up,
and I could feel a vacuum turn on that held my face against this machine.
After a few seconds, I could feel what seemed like some sort of airbrush
shooting what I assumed was makeup onto my face. After that had
finished, I could feel lashes being attached to my eyelids. A beep
sounded, the lights turned off, and the vacuum shut off. I pulled my
head back, and looked over at Britney who was holding a hand mirror. I
looked at my face and couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was as
gorgeous as all the other women and it felt so weird.
"So how's it feel?!" she asked with excitement hoping I was enjoying this
experience. I was not enjoying this at all, but there was no turning
back now. In fact I felt like I had to pander to her a bit to convince
her I wasn't being tortured because she would only enjoy that more.
"I feel pretty, this is going to be a great learning experience, thank
you," I said.
"Squeee!" she said clapping her hands. "Ok, now let's finish off with
the nails and some jewelry," she said as she stuck my hand in yet another
device that was clearly some sort of automated nail salon. I could feel
sanders prepping my nail beds, and then a layer of adhesive being sprayed
carefully on them, and then a pressure of the nails being held down on
them. After a minute it released, and I pulled my hands on with french
manicured nails a good inch past the tips of my fingers. She then opened
up an armoire and began pulling out necklaces and earrings and holding
them up to my face. She decided on the pearl necklace and matching
earrings, and attached them to my lobes and neck.
"Ok! It's showtime!" she said as she grabbed my hand and led me back into
the living room with the other girls.
"Ladies! Meet Jessica!" she said with excitement.
I cracked the best smile I could. Gillian giggled a hearty laugh, my
wife just gave me the "awww" face as if to say how cute I looked.
"Well, turn around, let's see the whole package," Britney said.
I twirled around in my best runway model movement I could muster up.
"Woo! What a sexy babe you are!" Gillian cooed. That only made me feel
more embarrased, making my cheeks even redder than the blush had already
done. I sat down, and the girls couldn't stop staring at me, as if to
say "speak dummy". I had to break the awkward silence.
"Sooo, what do you girls normally do at these girls night?" I asked.
"Well, normally gossip about people in our facebook feeds, sometimes we
talk about books we've read recently, what wines we recently bought,
sometimes we just talk about how dumb boys are," said Gillian.
"Yea, but we have something much more interesting to talk about tonight!"
said Britney.
"Aaaaand that is?" I asked.
"Duhhh, come on Fr.. I mean Jessica, let's hear it. How does it feel
being a girl?" asked Britney.
I wasn't really sure how to answer that. I mean the obvious answer is it
felt completely foreign being the complete opposite gender, but I knew
they were looking for a much more detailed and intimate description of
what I was feeling and I wasn't sure I could properly communicate that to
them.
"Well, I mean the obvious.. it feels so weird not having a penis," I
said. They all giggled.
"Go onnnn.." said Britney.
"Just.. everything feels so different. I'm not used to having boobs, I'm
not used to wearing tight clothes, having long hair, wearing heels,
earrings, looking and feeling smelling pretty," I said trying to get as
much as I could out in a single sentence.
"Awww, he feels pretty. So, are you thinking any differently?" she
asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean.. do you notice your thought process is any different? Like it
seems like women are thinking a dozen thoughts at once while men are
pretty one track minded". As she said those words, it really hit home.
I WAS thinking differently, I was thinking about everything all at once,
I was feeling subconscience about my body, I was having thoughts like
what if some guy walked in, what if I was stuck in this body because of
something going wrong with that body swap machine. I was thinking more
like a woman.
"I... I am thinking like that," I replied. They all smiled, as if I was
some sort of science experiment, and the results were exactly what they'd
hoped.
"Ok, so let's get more personal. When you think about sex right now,
what does your ideal partner look like.. and be honest!" Britney asked.
"Britney! That is NOT appropriate!" my wife replied.
"No really, come on I want to hear Jessica say what's on her mind," she
pressed.
"My ideal partner is my wife of course," I replied.
"Ooh, so your a lesbian then.. How kinky!" Britney replied.
"How am I lesbian? Cindy is my wife," I said before Britney cut me off.
"Yea but look at you, you're a beautful woman now. So tech-nic-ly you
ARE a lesbian," she said rolling her eyes.
"Look, this wasn't my idea to be a girl, it was yours," I snapped.
"Ok fine. If your wife is your ideal partner then you shouldn't have any
problem giving her a kiss then right?" Britney asked.
"Fine, you want me to kiss my wife? I don't see what the big deal is," I
said as I moved over to my wife. As I leaned in to kiss her, she backed
away.
"What are you doing?" I asked Cindy.
"I'm sorry, it just feels... weird kissing a strange woman," she said.
"I'm not a stranger, I'm your HUSBAND!" I said raising my voice.
"KISS HER! KISS HER!" the peanut gang shouted. My wife rolled her eyes,
then motioned me with her hand to kiss her after all. I leaned in and
pecked her on the lips, but she didn't back away so I kissed her again,
and then I began to french kiss her. I thought she would end it, but it
seemed like she was enjoying it as much as I was. I had always enjoyed
lesbian porn, but now I was experiencing it first hand. I wasn't sure
why my wife was enjoying it, perhaps she had a bi-sexual side I didn't
know about. We began to caress each other's hair, and all we could hear
was hooting in the background. We finally broke off the kiss and just
stared into each other's eyes.
"Sooo.. do tell you two!" Britney asked.
"That was... hot as hell," I said without filtering myself.
"Cindy? What was it like kissing a girl?" she asked.
"It.. didn't feel like kissing a girl, it felt like I was kissing my
husband. I'm not sure how to explain it any other way," she said.
"Anyone need a refill on their wine? Jessica, you in for a wine?" asked
Britney.
"No, I don't normally drink wine," I replied.
"Come on, all ladies have wine. I'll find something for you," she said.
She returned from the kitchen moments later with a refill on her glass,
and a glass for me. She handed it to me.
"So what kind of wine is this?" I asked.
"Oh it's a merlot malbec blend, 2012.. You'll love it," she said.
I took a sip, and hate to admit that it didn't taste that bad. I could
see lipstick marks on my glass as I brought it away from my lips.
"So, did you see what Ellen was wearing yesterday at work? That dress
has to be the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life!" said Gillian.
They all laughed as if to take pleasure from making other women look bad.
They continued on, talking about other women and how they dressed, what
they ate, how much weight they gained. It started to make sense now,
this is why they choose to wear these better looking bodies. They don't
dress up for men, they dress up to compete against other women. I just
sort of rolled my eyes at the direction this conversation turned.
Just then, the power went out. The only thing you could hear was beeping
upstairs.
"Fuck! this is not good!" said Britney.
"What?!" I asked.
"The battery backup... " she trailed off as she ran upstairs. Me,
Gillian and my wife all seemed to realize what she was talking about at
the same time.
"Is that what I think that means?" I asked.
"Yea, come on!" my wife said as she grabbed my hand and led into the
bedroom. It was hard to see, so we used our cellphones to light the way.
We could see Britney staring at some sort of display.
"5 mintues, we've got 5 minutes!" she said.
"5 minutes for what?!" I asked.
"Well.. until these bodies expire," she said.
"WHAT do you MEAN expire?!" I asked.
"Expire, die, go flatline.. Without AC power we can't even run the system
to switch back," she said.
"Are you freaking kidding me?! You didn't explain this to me before I
agreed to body swap!" I said.
"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting a power outage conveniently tonight, ya
know," she said.
My wife hugged me and whispered in my ear "Oh honey I'm so sorry, I never
meant for this to happen". I pushed her away and said "Yea well this is
just great, I'm stuck as a girl for the rest of my life aren't I? You
and your stupid girls only party rules," I said. I thought for a moment,
and then asked "So let's suppose we take the other 2 bodies offlline,
will that extend the battery life to keep my body alive?" I asked.
"Well, yea I suppose.. but I don't want to be stuck in this body either.
What if the power comes back on?" she asked.
"Yea and what if it doesn't for 14 more minutes, and there's a chance my
body could be saved?" I asked.
"No! why should you get saved any more than any of us should?" she asked.
"Really? Could it have something to do with the fact that I'm the wrong
gender, and I didn't volunteer for this, I was kind of forced into it?" I
replied.
"Spoken like a true man, everything is always more important for your
gender isn't it? Well I'm not going to let you kill anyone off, we're
all in this together," she said.
"Bullshit!" I said as I tried to push my way past her. I found that I
didn't have nearly the same strength that I did when I was in my male
body, not to mention this dress and heels didn't exactly give me a
fighting chance.
"Oh look at that, seems you're not so tough anymore. Looks like you're
on the same level as the rest of us!" she said.
She was right, I was no match for her anymore, I was in a weak body and
no amount of determination was going to overcome that. I watched the
battery backup display countdown the remaining minute.
"fuck... FUCK! I can't believe this happening!" I said. My wife put her
hand on my shoulder and consoled me "Maybe the power will come back up in
time," she said. I pulled away, feeling pissed off that she talked me
into this in the first place.
I could see the guilt in my wife's eyes. I didn't need consoling, I
needed a solution, and there wasn't time to come up with one. The
battery backup started to beep constant now, and within seconds I could
see all the power shut down. My heart skipped a beat, hoping maybe the
power would come back and somehow my body could be revived, but it
didn't. The power didn't come back on for a good 10 minutes, and my body
was surely brain dead at this point. With the lights on, I touched my
old body, sort of my way of saying goodbye to it. I was stuck as a
woman, at least until I could somehow find a male donor body I suppose.
The next morning we called a tow truck to have the car hauled in and
fixed. I wasn't really sure how any of this was going to work out. I
mean I couldn't very well go into work looking like this and explain how
I had a body swap mis-hap. My job was also very demanding physically as
a dock worker, and I didn't think I could possibly handle it. My wife
helped me look through the classifieds, but every job she picked was
insulting whether it be a secretary, or a customer service rep. Of
course with my lack of skills and body frame I suppose it was sort of
limiting. I ended up taking one of the customer service jobs even though
I knew I wouldn't like it. I mean seriously, listening to customers
complain all day and trying your best to help them without getting upset
yourself? The years passed on, and I never did get to swap back to a
male again. There were so few choices available, and those that were
there to choose from were very expensive. Something I couldn't possibly
afford on my salary. The only way I was getting back into a male body
was if I was to trick a dude into being a girl... wait a minute?
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