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Wife Swapping By Rachel J. Badger It was a typical 4th of July: not quite 70 degrees out, rain falling in a deceptively light mist which nonetheless still managed to soak me to the bone. Here in the Pacific Northwest, you work with what you get, and not grilling wasn't an option. Mick Gunderson took a swig of his beer while I flipped the patties. My wife Molly, her flaming red hair nearly incandescent against the gray sky, sat on a lawn chair beneath the pergola where it was relatively dry. Beside her was Mick's wife Laila, her long blonde hair pulled back in its customary ponytail. The two of them looked at us with amused smiles on their faces, raising their drinks in a mock toast. "Looks like those are about done, brother," Mick said in his slow drawl. He lifted the foil covering on a platter of buns ready to become hamburgers. To say I looked up to Mick was literally, if not figuratively true. He stands at six foot seven, over a foot taller than me. He's a bear of a man who played tight end at Washington State and might have gone pro, if he hadn't blown out his knee his senior year. Like me, he's 45, but he still works out like he did in college. My name is Steve Southerland, and I'm an aerospace engineer. The industry being what it is, we've had to relocate several times in my career, which Molly always grumbles about. I've been lucky to have some stability with my current job. Seven years ago, when Molly and I first pulled up to our house with the U-Haul van, Mick had been out in his front yard mowing the lawn. As we got out of the cab, he was in our driveway, introducing himself. Within minutes after that, he and Laila and their two kids, then-11 year old Jakob and 13 year old Daniella were carrying furniture and boxes into our new house. Laila is six feet tall herself, and solidly built. She was playing basketball for WSU when she met Mick. Now she's the coach at the same school where Molly works as a math teacher. The Gunderson children obviously took after their parents, in terms of size. Between the six of us, we had the truck unloaded before lunch time. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. As thanks for their help, Molly and I invited the Gundersons to share our first dinner in the new house that night. The following week they invited us to their 4th of July barbecue. Since then, we've shared many other events, including a vacation. Two years ago, when Daniella graduated from High School, we all went on a Caribbean cruise together. I delivered the burgers to the table while Mick handed out fresh beers; Laila waved him off and got herself a lemonade instead. Molly opened a bag of Ruffles and poured then into a bowl, then we sat down to eat. For the first time since we'd known the Gundersons, it was an adults-only gathering. Jakob had graduated High School in June and was currently attending a prestigious offseason football academy. Daniella was attending a summer session at her university so she could complete a double major in the four years she was on scholarship. "It's nice to have a day off," I said to no one in particular, "but I could really use a longer break." "Still putting in overtime on that secret project of yours?" Mick asked, a hint of a smile raising the corners of his handlebar mustache. He's an independent real-estate agent, and finds it incomprehensible that anyone would work even normal hours at a job like mine. At the same time, he seems to be impressed that my work is actually classified. "We are, but the big push will be over in a couple of weeks. After that, maybe we could all go somewhere together." I hadn't broached the idea with Molly yet, but ever since the cruise, we'd talked about taking another group vacation. "Where were you thinking?" Laila asked; her voice still holds a trace of the accent of her native Sweden. "Maybe Mt. Baker, or up to Whistler for a week of camping!" Mick, Jakob and I had been to both places a time or two, but the ladies had never joined us. When I was growing up, my family had made several summer trips to the Colorado Rockies, and I wanted to recreate some of that feeling. "I like the idea," Mick said with a nod, "but let me raise you one: how about Vegas?" "Oh, that sounds like so much fun," Laila exclaimed. "Molly, what do you think?" Mick asked. "I'd much rather do that than spend a week in the woods with no showers, sleeping in a tent," Molly answered. Mick began to elaborate about discount plane tickets and hotel reservations, and I conceded privately that I'd been outvoted, but I wasn't quite ready to give in gracefully. "I just have to say," I said, "Gambling has zero appeal to me." "Don't worry about that," Mick assured me, "there are always plenty of other things to do in Sin City." While we ate, Molly brought out her laptop and we started to work out the specifics of the trip. Ungraciously on my part, and eagerly for the others. As we looked at pictures of venues and lists of entertainers, even I started to get into the excitement. By the time Mick had finished off the last burger, my personal reservations were gone, and we had bookings for our flights, our cars and our hotel. After she put her computer away, Molly complained that she had a headache and said she needed to go to the pharmacy to get some Advil. A few minutes later, Mick looked at his phone and announced that he had to go into the office to take care of some paperwork. That left me to clean up. Laila stuck around to help; she's always been friendly like that to me. I'd long had a bit of a crush on Laila. Not that I had any intention of acting on it; I love my wife. But Laila had a quick wit and a compassionate nature which I found compelling. On the physical side, along with her Amazonian figure, I find our height differential to be a turn-on. It doesn't hurt that she has gorgeous big blue eyes, a patrician nose sprayed with freckles that spilled onto her cheeks, and sensuous lips that are often quirked into an enigmatic smile. Today those eyes looked tired and the lips had a melancholy turn to them. "Who needs paperwork on the 4th of July?" I asked as I gathered empty bottles for the recycling bin. "He's going to meet his lover," Laila joked. She dumped a stack of paper plates in the bin and excused herself to go home. About an hour later, I was napping on the living room couch after my book had hit me in the face a few too many times. I sat up as Molly walked through looking rather disheveled. "It's a jungle out there," she said with a sigh, "I had to drive all the way across town to find an open store, and it was packed." "That's no good," I said, "how's your head?" "Worse than ever, I'm afraid," she replied, "I'm going upstairs to take a hot shower." She was already in bed when I went up for the night. The lights were out but Molly was reading on her tablet. The pale glow emphasized the features I found so attractive: her upturned button nose, wide green eyes, and plump cheeks. I quietly put on my pajamas and slid under the covers next to her. Leaning over, I kissed her along the jaw line and playfully bit her earlobe. With a sigh, she put down the tablet and rolled over to face me, kissing me softly on the lips. "Can we just cuddle tonight?" she asked. "My head is still pounding." "Sure," I said resignedly. It had been a while since we'd actually had sex. If it wasn't a headache, it was something else. When we'd met in college, she was ten years my junior, but I was fresh out of the Army, trim and fit. Even so, I had trouble keeping up with her sexual appetite in those days. Now it seemed like I was the only one who wanted it. Years at a desk job had taken their toll on my physique and I was beginning to think Molly didn't find me attractive anymore. She's put on some weight in the past few years as well, but she'd always been a little stout and she turns me on now as much as she ever had. I hoped the trip to Vegas would help out; after that, I guess I'd need to get back to the gym. "Love you," Molly said, throwing her arm across my shoulders. Living through them, the three weeks to our trip seemed to go by quickly, but looking back, the events of the 4th felt as if they had occurred in the distant past. In almost no time, I went from the backyard barbecue to sliding the keycard into the door of the hotel room. The time between was an exhausting jumble of early mornings, late nights and cold suppers. I'd slept the whole plane ride down, and I was still tired. Stepping over the threshold, I held the door for Molly and set our bags down in the closet alcove. The early afternoon desert sun was casting its rays through a wide picture window overlooking the Strip. A stray beam illuminated the end of the king-sized bed. With a relaxed sigh, I spread my arms wide and threw myself backward onto it. Molly plopped down beside me, tenderly stroking my hair. "Well, we're here," she said, "and I want to spend the afternoon with just you. We can meet up with Mick and Laila later. Was there anything special you wanted to do?" "I did see one thing that looked interesting," I replied. Well off the Strip, there was a place which offered a unique service: through a proprietary technology, a man and woman could switch bodies with each other for a period of time. Most people had heard of the Eintausch Institute; they had been operating for almost a decade and had branches in several European cities, as well as Las Vegas. I was reminded of the place when their ad had popped up on the side of the page while we were reserving our hotel room. The Institute normally matched clients through their own online service, but they also allowed outside pairs to make an appointment together as a couple. While the thought of finding out what it was like to be a woman was exciting to me in its own right, I felt that seeing things quite literally from each other's perspective might help Molly and me to get back what we'd lost in our relationship. Unfortunately, I also believed that to suggest that something was missing between us was to risk an argument, so I played up the fetishistic aspect of it. When I finished my pitch, she looked down at me with a cocked eyebrow, and shook her head with a smile. "I see what you're up to. You just want to get in my pants, don't you?" she said with a laugh as she poked me in the ribs. "Alright, I'm game. Sign us up. This'll just be the part of the story we don't tell people when we get home." I booked the earliest available slot on the Institute's website. There was just enough time for us to get cleaned up a little from the trip before we left the hotel. Outside the lobby, the valet handed me the keys to our rental. I got behind the wheel and Molly slid into the passenger seat beside me. She seemed faintly embarrassed by what we were about to do, turning on the radio to avoid a conversation. I rested my hand on the armrest between us and was a little surprised to feel her fingers wrap around mine. When we arrived, a sign in the parking lot directed us to separate entrances, his and hers, as it were, on opposite ends of the building. "See you soon," I said to Molly, and headed inside. I checked in at the front desk and was handed a tablet of digital paperwork to fill out. Along with a terms of service notice that I had to sign, there was an emergency contact form and also a form which would allow me to select from a large set of pre-defined limitations what Molly could or couldn't do with my body while she was occupying it. I read through all the options carefully and made my choices, and then signed and initialed where I was instructed. Returning to the front desk, I gave the tablet to the clerk. He paged through everything quickly, added his own signature and handed the tablet back to me. "Take some time now to read through your partner's elections, and sign at the bottom when you've done so. A paper copy will be given to you after the transfer. We'll call your name shortly." I sat back down and took a look at the new information on the tablet. I felt a little guilty; Molly had given me carte blanche, while I'd made several restrictions. They were things I didn't think she'd do anyway. Some were mundane, like getting my hair cut, and others more serious, like transferring bodies with a third party. I signed my name in the blank and was relieved when a notice appeared telling me that Molly had also agreed to my terms. When I looked up, a chubby brunette woman in a long white lab coat and black pants was beckoning to me from the entrance of a corridor which led deeper into the facility. She wore thick framed glasses and a wireless headset. "I can hold on to that for you," she said, reaching out for the tablet and tucking it underneath the clipboard she carried in her left hand. "Are you Steve Southerland?" I nodded my assent and she extended her hand again, shaking mine firmly. "My name is Bianca, and I'll be your exchange facilitator today. Follow me, please." We walked down the hallway, past several closed doors until we came to one which stood open. My name was printed on a signboard beside the doorway. Bianca motioned me through it and followed me inside. The space within was set up as a bathroom, with a shower, toilet, and sink. There was a padded wooden chair along one wall and another door opposite the one we'd entered. A medicine cup half filled with a pale blue liquid stood on the counter. Bianca stood in the doorway. "Sit down, and we'll go over a few last things, and then you can get started," she said. "I see from your paperwork that this is your first time with us, and that you don't have a membership. Did you read and understand the Terms of Service?" "I did," I answered, somewhat truthfully. I'd at least skimmed each paragraph. "You're here to exchange with Molly Southerland? Is she your wife?" "That's right; we've been married for the last ten years." "That's nice," Bianca said with a bland smile. "The transfer process requires that you and your partner engage in vaginal intercourse. The transfer occurs at the instant when one of you achieves orgasm. Since most of our clients are strangers to each other, procedure requires that I obtain positive consent to this. That won't be a problem for you, will it?" "I hope not," I replied with a nervous chuckle. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, making a mark on the paper attached to her clipboard. She cocked her head to one side, as someone spoke into her headset. She answered and then picked up the cup from the counter and turned back, handing it to me. "Everything's ready on the other side. Take your medicine, get undressed, and then go through that other door. You'll have half an hour." I took the cup from her and held it up to my nose. "What is this?" "It's an aphrodisiac drug which helps with the transfer process. It's hypo-allergenic and shouldn't cause negative interactions with any other medication you may be taking. Be sure to drink it all. I'll see you on the other side. Have fun!" She left the room, closing the door behind her. I swirled the cup around; the liquid within moved sluggishly. I realized I was stalling and poured it down my throat. It tasted like wintergreen and burned like a fine whiskey going down. I shucked my shoes and socks and pulled my shirt off. I got light-headed when I stood up to take my pants down; all the blood flow had gone to my loins. I was rock hard, and lustful thoughts began to override everything else in my brain. I stepped toward the door; Molly was waiting for me on the other side of it. I turned the knob and flung it open. Molly stood across from me in the doorway of another bathroom. Naked, like I was, her arms were crossed below her breasts and her normally pale cheeks were flushed with anger. Something about her seemed different, but through the haze of arousal, I couldn't figure out what it was. The chamber separating us was dimly lit and dominated by a large bed. As I stepped toward it and her, Molly snatched up one of the pillows and tossed it at me. It missed wide right, falling harmlessly to the floor, but the hostile intent of the action was clear. "Hey, what was that for?" I asked incredulously. "You fucking bastard. Why the hell did you put all those restrictions on me?" "Honestly? I just picked something; I thought I had to." "Don't you trust me?" she asked in such an anguished tone that it began to break through the drug-enhanced stimulation. I could feel my erection wilting. "Of course I do. Why..." Molly threw another pillow at me, with better aim this time. I caught it and laid it down on the bed. Crossing the space between us, I laid what was intended to be a calming hand on her shoulder. I swear I could almost see sparks as my skin met hers; the sexual electricity reinvigorated my sagging member. The heat coming off her body was intense. "You. Are. The. Biggest. Dick," she said, punctuating each word with a forceful poke of her finger against my chest. I responded by wrapping my arms around her and kissing her deeply on the lips. She pushed me away and a detached part of my brain was impressed with her ability to maintain her fury in the face of such overwhelming odds. "You are such a...massive...cock," she said, but the fire had gone out of her words and her eyes were on my crotch. She reached down and stroked the aforementioned organ and then without warning, she shoved me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. It was as I lay there, the soft, smooth skin of her thighs pressed against mine, her dripping pussy inches away from my engorged dick, that my brain worked out the oddity I'd noticed earlier. Molly is a natural redhead and the last time I'd seen her completely naked, and sadly it had been a while, the carpet matched the drapes. Now there was no carpet. "Why did you shave your bush?" I asked. "Shush," she said pressing a finger to my lips, while reaching between her legs with her other hand to grab my cock and slide herself onto it. "Shut up and fuck me, you bastard." The molten heat of her pussy engulfed my rod with barely a hint of friction and I let out a noise halfway between a sigh and a grunt. Rocking her hips back and forth a couple of times, Molly leaned forward, hands braced on my shoulders, until her nipples were just grazing my chest. Her hair fell forward in a silken cascade, tickling against my face and neck. She stretched out a little further and our lips met in a kiss. Almost of their own accord, my hands were gripping her ass. As we started moving in time with one another, I let go, my fingertips brushing lightly against the sides of her torso, savoring the feel of her skin. The electric current was still flowing between us. Molly arched her back; entwined together as we were, I felt her body tense up. She let out a brief cry of pleasure as an intense flash of light flared up behind my eyes. When my sight cleared, my perspective had shifted and I had a literal out-of-body experience, looking down at my face looking up at me. A sheet of red hair hung down at the periphery of my vision. All the sensations I was receiving were off-kilter. My butt had been pressed against the sheets and was now sticking up in the air. Fingertips which had been gently caressing my wife's skin tightly clutched manly shoulders, while my former fingers raised goosebumps on my back. The weight of heavy breasts swung from my chest, shocks of bliss shooting through them when my nipples made contact with the body beneath me. My thighs were spread wide, knees pressed into the mattress, my shaven calves tucked against rough, hairy legs. The throbbing of my erection was gone; an unfamiliar but pleasant feeling of fullness existed now in my belly. The sum of it all was overwhelming, apparently for both of us. The eyes I was looking into glazed over, his muscles tensing as he thrust into me. I felt the spasm as he came and it triggered something in me. My toes and fingertips started to tingle as a wave of warmth rose up from my center. My quivering thighs clenched together involuntarily. Then a dam burst inside me, my vagina pulsing as a whimper escaped my lips. With the release, all my muscles felt rubbery and weak. I collapsed on top of him with a contented sigh. "That was incredible," he exclaimed in a breathless whisper. With my head resting on his chest I could feel the deep bass rumble of his voice and the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah, it really was," I replied wistfully. He had an arm draped across my back, rough fingertips tracing soft patterns in the skin at the base of my neck. I levered myself up off his chest, intending to kiss him. The uncanny sight of my face made me pause midway into it. His fingers stopped as if he sensed it, either my hesitation or the discomfort which had caused it. Then I closed my eyes and leaned in, pressing my open lips to his. Our tongues were beginning to probe each other's mouths when somewhere above us, a chime sounded and the light in the bedroom got perceptibly brighter. Startled, we broke away. It hadn't been half an hour already; maybe it was a fifteen minute warning. I rolled onto the mattress beside him, his penis pulling out of me with a faint wet pop, releasing the strong smell of sex and a trickle of sticky fluids. As I lay there, more oozed out of me; a rapidly cooling wet patch was forming on the sheets beneath me. I sat up and slid off the edge of the bed onto my feet. "I'm going to go get cleaned up and put some clothes on," I announced. "Meet you at the car?" "Yeah," he said, standing up. He tapped me on the shoulder as he turned toward the men's room. "Hey, don't forget my purse." I went into the other bathroom and closed the door behind me, slumping against it. Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed someone else in the room with me. I turned toward them and saw it was Molly watching me from the other side of the counter, following my every move, her eyes boring into mine. Even after I recognized that I was looking into the mirror, a part of my brain wouldn't quite accept it. I ran a hand along the curve of my hip, examining my reflection as it did the same. I hefted one of my breasts, feeling the strain on my chest ease as I supported the weight of it in my palm. The woman in the mirror, I...was smiling as I watched and felt my fingertip, with pink-painted nail, trace lightly around the paler rose of my areola. I sensed a delicious tightening there as I observed my nipple getting hard. It seemed to help, confirming with touch what my eyes were seeing. The only problem with that was that I was still pretty turned on. The climax I'd experienced earlier had dampened the flames, but it hadn't put out the fire; now I was stoking it again. I felt flustered and a little anxious and my cheeks were flushed. I still needed to shower, and I was running out of time. With a force of will, I lowered my hands to my sides and stepped into the stall. I turned on the cold water and barely stifled a scream as the icy spray struck me in the chest. Teeth chattering, I washed myself off as quickly as I could. I felt a little calmer by the time I was done, but I still had to think about baseball as I dried off with the softest, fluffiest towel ever. Every touch of my skin felt sensual. I wondered if I was still feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac, or maybe it was the situation itself. Maybe Molly felt this way all the time, but if so, why weren't we having more sex? A simple answer came to mind. But if I was thinking like that, maybe I didn't trust her. I shook my head with a sigh, as if dismissing that thought, or the whole line of thinking in general. I needed to get dressed and suspicion wasn't helping. Molly had been wearing a short yellow sundress which I found folded carefully over the back of the chair. Laying on the seat of it were a tan bra and a pair of pink cotton panties. Her sandals were on the floor nearby, next to the handbag I'd been reminded about. It was an oversized brown leather tote, big enough to carry a laptop computer. I'd seen my wife getting dressed often enough that even her bra gave me no real difficulty. Once I'd put everything on, a glance in the mirror showed that my still damp hair was a mess. I had hefted Molly's purse onto the counter and was digging through it looking for a brush when a knock came at the door. "Mrs. Southerland?" Bianca called from the other side of the door. "Your time is almost up. Is there anything I can help you with?" "I think I'm okay," I replied, as my hand grasped the handle of a hairbrush and pulled it from the depths. "May I come in? We should talk before you leave the facility," she said, "If you have any questions, now is the time to ask. I'll do my best to answer them for you." I opened the door for her. Before the transfer, I'd been taller than her; she had a few inches on me now. I went back to the mirror to fix my hair. "I'm used to being able to just run my fingers through it and everything falls into place," I explained with a laugh. "It takes a while to acclimate," Bianca agreed. Something in her voice suggested that she was talking about more than hair. "Have you ever done a swap?" "All of the facilitators have undergone the process at least once, so that we know what you're going through. What have you noticed so far?" "It's really odd to look in the mirror and see someone else there," I told her. "Feeling that way is entirely normal for people who have undergone a transfer; the sensation should fade over time, but on a short swap like yours, it probably won't entirely go away." "Also, I was wondering how long that drug lasts. I think I'm still feeling it." "The dosage is carefully controlled. Ideally, it should have worn off by now. If you're still feeling aroused, it could be because of another factor. Some of our male clients experience arousal simply from being in a woman's body. I'm not suggesting that's the case for you, but it's something to consider. Also, keep in mind that every woman has different hormonal chemistry and that chemistry varies over her natural cycle. What you're feeling may be usual for your wife's body." "I guess I could ask her," I paused, puzzling over the appropriateness of that pronoun, "...him. Molly. My...husband?" "It can be confusing. For most practical purposes, you're Molly and he's Steve. At least for the next 24 hours." "It didn't seem so hard to remember when we were together in there," I said, gesturing in the direction of the bedroom. Looking at my reflection, I deemed my efforts satisfactory and consigned the brush back to the depths of Molly's...no, my purse. I slung the strap over my shoulder. "I think I'm ready to head out." Bianca closed the door behind us as we left the room, and then led me down the hall toward the women's entrance. If she said anything along the way, I didn't hear it. I was too absorbed by the gentle shimmy of my breasts and the distinct side to side sway and the up and down jiggle of my ass. The swirl of a skirt against my bare legs, the clack of my sandals against the tile floor, the sight of painted toenails on my pale and dainty feet; those were all added distractions. I would have kept right on walking out the door, but she stopped me when we reached the front desk. "You're scheduled to return to this facility at this time tomorrow to switch back," Bianca told me, taking some papers from the receptionist and handing them to me. "All the information about your transfer is here. If you have any questions, or run into any problems, don't hesitate to call or drop in. This is Vegas, so we're open around the clock." Thanking her, I folded the papers in half and stuffed them in my purse, then walked out into the dry desert heat of the parking lot. The new Steve was already in the car, sitting in the passenger seat with the engine running, and wearing the sunglasses I'd left sitting on the dash. The A/C was going full blast as I opened the driver's side door. "Didn't I drive on the way over?" I asked as I slid into the seat, setting my purse on the center armrest. "It's your turn." "Yeah, but you know I'm not good at finding my way around, and since I'm a man now, I can't ask for directions," he deadpanned. "Besides, I don't like dealing with the traffic." "Fine," I said in my best imitation of Molly's upset tone. The truth was, I was always happy to drive and he knew it, but I made a big show anyway of huffily scooting the seat forward and adjusting the mirrors, Steve laughing at me the whole time. He pulled a pair of Audrey Hepburn style sunglasses out of my purse and handed them to me after I'd buckled my seat belt. I gave him a wink over the top of the frames as I put them on. Putting the car into gear, I pulled out of the parking spot and headed back to our hotel. Steve fell asleep on the drive, his head lolling at an awkward angle. He awoke with a start as we pulled up at the valet station, blinking his eyes blearily. "When we get up to the room, I think I'm going to take a nap," he said. "What are you going to get up to?" I'd been hoping we might fool around a little more, but I didn't tell him that. Instead I asked, "Did you pack a swimsuit? I think I'll hang out by the pool." "I brought a couple. Don't forget the sunscreen; my skin goes from white to bright red with no in between." Steve crashed on the bed as soon as we got in, and he was already softly snoring by the time I found a green one-piece in Molly's bag. Quietly, I removed the clothes I'd put on only a short while before and stepped into the bathing suit, pulling the straps up over my shoulders. I had to adjust my boobs in the top before everything felt comfortable. Even then, I had the odd impression, based on a lifetime of wearing swim shorts, of being simultaneously too covered up above the waist and too exposed below. After liberally applying sun block to every inch of bare skin, I grabbed a spare towel from the bathroom and got a book out of my carry-on, slipping my room key under the cover like a bookmark. Stepping into a pair of flip-flops, I shuffled into the hall and eased the door shut behind me. The pool was in a courtyard on the ground floor, a rectangle of inviting azure blue. It was mostly deserted, except for a few children playing noisily in the shallow end and a gray-haired man who appeared to be doing some sort of water aerobics. The water was surrounded by a field of deck chairs and little tables with umbrellas. A bar stood at one end, covered by a thatched roof. Soft ukulele music wafted through the air from hidden speakers. Only about one in five of the chairs was occupied, most of them by women dressed like I was, sipping drinks brought to them by waiters in hotel livery. I staked a claim on one of the recliners, dropping off my towel and book and ditching my sandals. I sat down at the side of the pool and dipped my toes into the water; it was as warm as blood. I pushed off into the water with a soft splash. The kids ignored me, but the old man gave me an annoyed glare, followed by a long leering look at my breasts. Their buoyancy and the cut of my suit combined to show more cleavage than I was comfortable with. I felt my cheeks flushing; I wasn't sure what embarrassed me more, being checked out, or the realization that I was turned on by it. I turned my back to the man and submerged, doing a handstand on the bottom of the pool. When I resurfaced, he'd gone back to his exercises. I floated around for a while until I got bored. Then I hauled myself out of the water and went back to lounge in my chair. I had only gotten a few pages into my book and the arid desert air already had my suit and hair mostly dry. The sun was starting to feel a little too hot. I was on the verge of deciding to get back into the water when the waiter appeared at my side. "Can I get you anything, ma'am? We've got the best margaritas in town," he boasted. "That actually sounds nice about now," I said, "I'll take one." He brought my drink to me a few minutes later, served in a tumbler, a slice of lime perched on the edge. I sipped at it slowly as I read, chewing on an ice cube and resting the cool glass on my stomach. One drink turned into two, and then a third; by that point, I needed to pee. I really didn't want to do it in a public toilet because I figured I'd have to pull my suit off to go. I've since learned that there are other options. At any rate, I had no idea how long I'd been poolside. Steve might be awake and wanting to do something with me, so I decided to go back to our room. As I got unsteadily to my feet, I realized that I was more than a little drunk. Reeling, I collected my things and lurched toward the elevator. I leaned against the wall as I rode it up, then shambled down the hall to my door as quickly as I felt was safe. My bladder was demanding a certain sense of urgency as I shoved the keycard into the lock. Without checking to see if Steve was around, I closed myself into the bathroom and stripped off my suit, flinging it into the tub. Lifting the lid of the toilet, I sat down heavily on the seat and let go, feeling relief mount as the stream gushed from between my legs. As I reached for the toilet paper, I wondered if maybe I could get used to this. After I finished up in the bathroom, I peeked my head around the corner and saw that the bed was empty. Steve was gone; maybe he'd gone to find me at the pool, and we'd passed each other in the elevator. I glanced at the clock, surprised to see that it wasn't quite four yet; it felt later. I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror on the wall beside the closet, and struck a pose. I admired my boobs for a while, but inevitably my eyes were drawn to my crotch. Standing there, I couldn't really see my pussy, just the beginning of the slit amidst a field of stubble. Drunk, naked, alone, horny, and wearing my wife's body, I did what I expect a lot of men would do. I dragged a chair over to the mirror and sat down in front of it, legs apart and hips angled so everything was visible. Strangely, considering all the times I'd gone down on her, I don't think I could have picked Molly's pussy out of a line-up; I'd never seen it bald like this at any rate. My inner lips, protruding just a bit from the outer ones, were slightly parted. I was slowly extending a fingertip down to touch them when I was disturbed by a knock at the door. Withdrawing my hand, I shut my thighs abruptly and stood up. "Who is it?" I shouted, as the knock came again. "It's Mick," came the reply. After a pause, he asked, "Aren't you gonna let me in?" "Just a moment," I called out as I looked around for something to cover up with. In the closet were two terry-cloth bathrobes with the hotel's emblem on the breast. I pulled one off the hanger. Thrusting my arms into the sleeves, I wrapped it around me and tied the belt around my waist. A quick check in the mirror assured me that nothing was hanging out; I opened the door a crack, standing behind it in the open space. "What's up?" "Hey little girl, is your daddy home?" he sang in a passable Springsteen impression. "Um...no...he...went away and left me all alone," I answered, a little bit flustered but deciding to play along. "That's why I came up, darlin', if you catch my meaning." Just in case I hadn't, Mick added, "I got a bad desire." He patted me on my shoulder and pushed past me into the room. I turned to face him, letting the door swing shut behind me. He looked me up and down with a grin. "I ain't interrupted nothing, have I? "No, I just got back from the pool. I was about to get dressed." "I guess I got here in the nick of time, then," he said, taking a step closer I could smell the beer on his breath. "I got your text earlier, and I know you said I shouldn't come around 'til you gave the say-so, but I just couldn't help myself." "Maybe you should learn some self-control," I told him acidly. The various pieces of a puzzle were starting to assemble themselves in my mind, and I didn't like the picture they made. "How long have we being doing this without getting caught?? ?A good while,? he admitted. ?So maybe you should trust me when I tell you to stay away,? I said. ?Trust?, hadn?t I heard that word somewhere recently? ?What if Steve comes back, and catches us in the act?? ?Well then, maybe we shouldn?t do it here.? Mick smiled. ?Course, I don?t think he?ll be back for a while. I just ran into him and Laila at the blackjack tables. For a man who don?t like gambling, he sure seems to be having a good time.? I was feeling angry, hurt, saddened; to be betrayed by my wife and my best friend, and then to find out like this. A part of me wanted to lash out at Mick, but he wouldn?t understand why I was doing it. Another part of me wanted to give up, and let them have each other. While I tried desperately to decide on a course of action, Mick reached out and gently stroked his fingers up my neck and across my jaw; sold out by Molly?s body, I felt a shiver of lust. He leaned in and kissed me, and my knees went weak as a wave of goosebumps travelled down my spine. Along with it, a plan started to form in my mind. ?I do know a place we can go,? I admitted as our lips parted. ?A sex club. You might like it. They serve drinks there that enhance your pleasure. It?s by appointment only, but we shouldn?t have any trouble getting in.? ?Sounds kinky,? Mick said with a laugh. ?Let?s do it.? I took Mick?s phone from him and set up a reservation on the Institute?s website, handing the phone back to him so he could enter his credit card info. While he was doing that, I went into the bathroom to get dressed, putting a t-shirt and jeans on over a clean pair of panties and the same bra I?d worn before. I stuffed the room key in my pocket and left my purse behind. We caught a cab in front of the hotel and I gave the driver the address. He lifted an eyebrow, but didn?t say anything. I sat down in the back and Mick got in beside me, throwing an arm around my shoulders as we pulled away from the curb. ?Someone might see us,? I protested, shrugging it off. My mind was at war with my body when it came to the feelings I got from his touch. While I?d sobered up a little, my mind was still at a distinct disadvantage. I still hadn?t fully thought out all the details of my so-called plan. For instance, I had no idea what I?d do if Mick balked at discovering the true service provided by the ?sex club?. I hoped he?d be too compromised by desire and alcohol to look closely at the paperwork. When we arrived, I told the cab driver we?d be back in half an hour. He agreed to wait when Mick promised him an additional $50 on top of the usual fee. We exited the taxi and for the second time in one day, I went inside the Institute?s facility. This time, I breezed through the paperwork, signing and initialing where required; like Molly had before, I gave Mick no restrictions. When the time came to review his elections, I saw he?d given none to me, either. So far, so good. Up to this point, the procedure when starting out as a woman seemed the same as on the men?s side. With a few notable exceptions: my exchange facilitator was a young man named Alex and the liquid in the medicine cup was thin, clear, pink, and tasted like cinnamon. It still went down like fire, though, and I noticed almost instant effects. My bra suddenly felt like it was too tight, as if my breasts had gotten bigger. When I squeezed my legs together, I could feel my pulse pounding in my clit. I kicked off my sandals and pulled off my shirt and bra, leaving them in a pile on the floor. In my haste, I struggled with the button on my jeans and then turned them nearly inside out as I yanked them and my panties off at the same time. There was a need within me that I couldn?t quite identify, until I thought back to the moment when I first switched into Molly?s body. Then I?d been full, but now my pussy felt empty, and it demanded to be filled again. Steve?s dick had done the job nicely, and I knew I had to find out how Mick?s measured up. I threw open the door to the bedroom and crossed the threshold. Mick strode into the room like a Greek god, the light from the bathroom seeming to make a halo around his head. I?d read that arousal can make a person open to things they would otherwise be disgusted by; for me, that was proving to be true. I?d seen Mick shirtless before, but this was the first time it had ever been a turn-on. My eyes travelled quickly from his hulking pecs down along his perfect washboard abs, and fixed upon his enormous upright cock. It was thick, long and inviting. My masculine ego felt inadequate looking at it, but my ego wasn?t in control. I wanted...no, I needed to have it stuffed inside me; I bit my lip in anticipation. ?I don?t seem to have a condom,? Mick said. ?It?ll be okay, just this once,? I assured him. ?What was all that shit about a ?transfer??? ?Didn?t you read the paperwork?? ?Not really, no,? he admitted, and a worried look briefly crossed his face. ?Well, then,? I said, beckoning him toward me with the wave of a finger, ?I?d hate to ruin the surprise.? A moment later, I was standing before him at the foot of the bed, one hand grasping his cock, the other stroking the hard muscles of his belly. He was running his fingers through my hair. He leaned down, and hooked an arm under my butt. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up so that we were eye to eye. His mustache tickled as he planted kisses along my jaw and down my neck. Without warning, he turned and tossed me down onto the bed. ?You weren?t kidding ?bout that drink, were you, Moll?? Mick asked. ?I feel I?m about to explode. You ready?? ?Oh yeah,? I said breathlessly. His hands on my knees, he casually spread my legs, then dipped a finger between my pussy lips. A strand of my juices stretched from his fingertip as he pulled it away and raised it to his lips, where he licked it clean. ?You seem about ready, but I?m still not sure.? His dick was in his other hand as he took a step closer, leaning now against the end of the bed. ?Do you want it?? ?Yes I want it,? I was almost aching from the emptiness, the need. I scooched forward to meet him. ?Are you going to make me beg?? He grinned and tapped the head of his dick against my pubic mound. ?Nah, I guess not,? he said, and slipped it between my lips. There was a moment of pain as they stretched to accommodate him. Mick kept pushing it in, slowly but steadily and the pain turned to pleasure. The heat of it was incredible, and I could feel his heartbeat inside me. Every inch was spreading me apart and that wonderful fullness was back. Mick took hold of my ankles and bent my legs forward until my thighs were brushing the sides of my abdomen. My butt was lifted off the mattress; I grabbed onto the edge of the bed for leverage. He thrust hard, three or four times, adjusting my legs to get the angle right. Then he started to jackhammer into me, eliciting little cries from me as the motion hit my pleasure centers. Abruptly, he stopped and pulled out. A hand on my waist, he rolled me over roughly onto my hands and knees. With a slap on the ass, he pushed me toward the center of the bed. I felt the springs of the mattress compress as he climbed on behind me, his hand pressed into my back. I turned to look over my shoulder as he probed my slippery cunt with the head of his tool. With a quick movement, he was back inside and I could feel his pubes tickling my cheeks. I pushed back against him as he gathered himself. One hand on my waist, he wove the fingers of the other through my hair and yanked my head back as he began to move his hips in earnest. I gave out a little yelp. ?You like it like that, don?t you, you little slut,? he growled. He spanked me, and I gave out another cry. I didn?t hate it, but he seemed to be enjoying it more than I was. His cock suddenly got harder, and I heard him groan as it started to pulse deep within me. Then came the flash. ?Fuckin? hell,? I heard Molly say. ?So that was the transfer, huh?? I let go of her hair and slid my softening dick out of her sopping slit. ?Yeah, that was it.? Molly?s ass was still red where it had been slapped. ?Surprise!? ?Aren?t we gonna keep goin??? she asked, turning to look at me. ?I?m not really ?up? for it,? For the first time in hours, I felt sated. I stepped off the bed and over toward the men?s room door. ?We?ve got a cab waiting and you might not want to miss it; your purse is back at the hotel.? I?d like to have been able to say it felt good to have a dick again, but the truth was that Mick?s body felt almost as foreign to me as Molly?s had. It was mostly just little things: the itch of my mustache, the faint ache in my right knee. The latent power of my muscles was invigorating, but I felt like I was too big. I had to duck my head just to get into the shower stall, not to mention wetting my hair. My hands dwarfed the taps when I turned the water on; as I washed, my elbows were constantly bumping into the walls. The ride back to the hotel was awkward. The driver clearly knew what we?d done, and kept glancing over his shoulder at us with a crude grin. Mick in Molly?s body was turned away from me, staring out the window. For my part, I was stuck behind the driver?s seat without enough legroom, my knees pressed up against my chest. Molly bolted from the cab as soon as it came to a stop outside the hotel. I paid off the driver and climbed stiffly out of my cramped confines. I headed inside to search for something to eat. My original intention had been to go and seduce Laila after the switch, but now that seemed like a bridge too far. As it happened, she came looking for me; well, for Mick, anyway. I had run down a sandwich and a beer at a deli in an alcove off the main floor. As I ate, I sat facing a wall of TVs, watching the Cubs piss away a five run lead to the Brewers. The slow pace of the game provided plenty of time for me to think about how I?d screwed things up with the Gundersons. I wasn?t sure how I could face Mick again, or Molly for that matter. Even though I?d been the injured party in their affair, what I?d just done made me the bad guy. Laila was the only innocent in all of this, it seemed. As if summoned by my thoughts, I saw her walking past the entrance to the deli, moving with a purpose. She stopped, turned around and gave me a wave; I raised my glass in salute. She weaved her way through the maze of tables and sat down next to me. She was wearing a loose, flowy sleeveless top which showed off the armband tattoo around her left bicep; I currently had a matching one on my right arm. ?Hey, honey,? she said as she set her purse on the table, ?I?ve been looking all over for you.? ?Well, you?ve found me at last,? I told her, trying to think what Mick might say. ?How?d you make out at the tables? I figured you?d be there half the night.? ?Oh, no. I got lucky on a couple of hands, then quit while I was ahead. I wasted some of my winnings on the slots, but those got boring pretty quickly. Anyhow, I was thinking about what you said earlier.? ?Which thing was that?? I replied apprehensively, ?Refresh my memory.? ?You told me I could pick an activity tonight, anything I wanted, and we?d do it together.? ?Okay, so what do you want to do?? I asked, taking a swig of my beer to cover my nervousness. ?I want to go to the Eintausch Institute.? Karma?s a bitch. I let out a gasp that turned into a series of coughs as my drink went down the wrong pipe. Laila looked at me with concern in her eyes, but I managed a hoarse ?I?m okay.? I coughed a few more times as she gently rubbed her hand in a circle on my back. ?About the Institute,? I said finally, ?I?m not sure that?s such a good idea.? ?Don?t you think you?re man enough?? she asked with a bitter laugh. ?It?s not that...? I started, but she cut me off. ?You said I could pick, and I did. I?ve already made an appointment. We?re going, so let?s go.? She stood, clamping her hand around my wrist and pulled on my arm as she turned toward the exit. Resignedly, I got up and followed her. The whole way there, and as I sat in the waiting room filling out the paperwork, I tried to think of a way to get out of this transfer. It seemed, though, as if perhaps Lady Luck had led me to this moment. So when the time came and my exchange facilitator asked for my verbal consent, I gave it. Then I swallowed the liquid Viagra, got undressed and marched into the bedroom; it was fate, after all. I?d never seen Laila naked before, and I was taken aback by it, now. She?d let her hair down for once, and it came just past her shoulders. Her wide hips and thick muscular thighs were familiar to me; other curves had only been hinted at. Her breasts were bigger than I?d imagined, and of course I?d imagined them; I was a man. I?d figured her for a C-Cup, but what I saw now were DD?s, easily, sagging just a little, with long, fat nipples almost begging to be sucked on, and silver-dollar sized areolae, both a dark brown; pale stretch marks radiated out from them. I?d been sure that she had a flat belly, but seeing it now, there was a decidedly convex curve to it. Below it, her pussy was topped with a cute patch of neatly trimmed blonde curls. ?You haven?t looked at me like that in a long time,? she said, ?I like it.? We drew close and wrapped each other in an embrace, lips locked together. I was aware of my almost painfully hard dick pressed between my toned abs and her curiously rounded belly, as she ran her nails lightly down my back. I trailed kisses down her neck and to her breasts, taking a nipple between my lips and sucking it into my mouth. Her breath was a hiss as she inhaled sharply, arching her back. ?Gently, gently,? she sighed. I let go and rose to kiss her mouth again. Her fingers entwined themselves behind my neck as she ground her hips into me. I grabbed two hands full of her ass and pulled her onto my lap as I sat down on the edge of the bed. She put a tender hand over my heart, fingers splayed across my chest. Something about the gesture seemed familiar, but I couldn?t quite place it. I laid my hand on top of hers, our fingers lacing together and the sense of d?j? vu got stronger; with it came a strong sense of guilt. ?I?m not Mick,? I confessed. ?I?m not your husband.? ?I know,? she replied with one of her Mona Lisa smiles. Her hand dropped to her lap, fingers brushing briefly against my shaft; the incidental contact made me shudder. She got up and sat down beside me on the bed. ?I?d had my suspicions for a while now. I?m glad you came clean before we passed the point of no return. You?re Steve, yes?? ?Yeah,? I admitted sheepishly, ?I?m sorry that I let things get this far.? ?It took a group effort to arrive at this moment,? she said placatingly, ?But we can talk about the details later. Do you remember our Cinco de Mayo party?? ?Not really,? I replied, confused by the apparent non-sequitur. ?It?s mostly just a blur. I had way too much to drink that night.? Suddenly, something clicked in my brain. ?Did we...?? She nodded. ?I also had been drinking heavily. I?d just found out Mick was sleeping around again; I used you as a way to get even with him. I was upset and lonely and I wasn?t using my best judgment. That?s not much of an excuse, I know.? ?Hey, I?m in no position to criticize,? I said, pointing at the body I was wearing, ?I?d more than half convinced myself it was a dream.? ?I?ve got proof that it wasn?t.? Laila ran a hand over her belly. ?You?re pregnant?? I felt dread and excitement in roughly equal parts. Molly and I wanted children; we had tried to conceive, so far without success. ?I should have told you earlier, but I couldn?t find the right time.? ?I?m not sure there would have ever been one, without this trip.? She didn?t immediately respond, and my mind was reeling from all I?d learned today. My wife was having an affair with my best friend. I?d cheated on her with his wife, and now she was having my baby. It seemed absurd that I could still be aroused and yet there I was. And there she was, naked, sitting next to me, so close I could feel the heat of her body. My cock stood erect between my legs, twitching with every beat of my heart. ?Are we really any less impaired now than we were at that party?? Laila mused, ?I have to think we?re not. And yet,? she sighed heavily and reached out to clasp my hand, ?I turned to you, that night, because I?ve come to care for you. And right or wrong, I want to share myself with you, now. Can you...would you make love to me?? In the state I was in, the affirmative was really the only way I could answer that question. ?I would like nothing better,? I told her. We climbed onto the bed and laid our heads on the pillows facing each other. Her smile was wide and bright now, reflecting the stars in her eyes. ?Hi there,? she said, throwing her leg over my waist. With a giggle, she rolled onto her back dragging me on top of her. With a hand on the back of my head, she pulled me into a kiss as she spread her legs invitingly. I positioned my cock at her entrance, wetting the tip with the juices dripping from her lips. She was tight as I plunged into her, and she let out a soft gasp. I knew from experience now something of how it must feel for her: the pressure of that initial entry, followed by warmth spreading through her loins as I filled her up. Laila wrapped her legs around me and pressed her ankles into my back. Our hips bucked and rocked in a jagged rhythm that began to smooth out as we learned the other?s tendencies. Her little cries of pleasure became longer and louder as we achieved greater harmony. By some mutual understanding, we wordlessly shifted positions, Laila moving to her hands and knees, a pillow beneath her chest and her hair falling over her shoulder. I was kneeling behind her now, gripping her waist for leverage, my thumbs bracketing the intricate floral tattoo on her lower back. My dick reached deeper than before, my hips smacking into her ass as I thrust forcefully into her. Her breathing and mine were starting to grow ragged, and I braced myself for the transfer. ?Don?t stop,? Laila ordered, and she clamped down on my cock with the walls of her pussy. I began to cum and let out a noise that started as a grunt in Mick?s throat and tailed off as a shriek in Laila?s, muffled by the bedding into which my face was now pressed. Mick let go his grip on my waist and his dick slipped out of my hole along with a dribble of cum. I was still feeling the tingling afterglow of an orgasm as I sat up and turned to face him. He was sitting on his haunches, eyes wide in amazement. ?I love that squeezing thing you did, just before...? I said, trailing off, my voice not sounding like I expected. I couldn?t place what was off until Mick replied. ?Those are called Kegels,? he told me, the Swedish accent softening his usual deep growl, ?A good thing for a pregnant woman to practice.? My hand went to my belly, softly rubbing it. ?Is the baby moving yet?? ?Not yet; it?ll be a month at least.? ?Oh, okay,? I was a little disappointed that I wouldn?t get to experience it. When the warning chime sounded, we went to our respective bathrooms to get washed up. I wondered what the record was for transfers in a single day. For my part, it was the third shower I?d taken at the Institute facility, in my third different body. The shower stall had become an easy point of reference for my changes in size. It was like a mash-up of Alice in Wonderland and Goldilocks. As Molly, I?d had to stand on tiptoes just to adjust the showerhead. As Mick, I?d stuck out the top; now it was just right. Laila?s clothes were in a messy pile on the chair. There was the blouse I?d noticed earlier, a sports bra branded with the Calvin Klein logo, a pair of black spandex leggings, and a pair of cotton thong panties. The bra was on the top of the pile so it went on first; there didn?t seem to be any sort of clasp, so I pulled it on over my head, squishing my sore breasts with their huge and overly sensitive nipples into the heavily padded halter. I picked up the thong and eyed it skeptically. Did women really want to wear these things, or did they just do it out of adherence to fashion rules? They looked so uncomfortable. I drew them up my legs, nestled that thin strap of fabric between my cheeks, and...it wasn?t so bad. I felt like my ass was hanging out, and the leggings didn?t help much with that. They molded themselves to the curves of my lower half and left little to the imagination. I felt self-conscious about it, until I checked myself out in the mirror. I got strangely giddy staring at my flat feminine crotch and the little baby bump above it. The thought that kept running through my head was ?this is me; I?m going to be a mommy!? I finally managed to tear myself away with the reminder that it was only until tomorrow. I put my top on, then completed the outfit with some ankle socks and a pair of trainers. The shadows were starting to get long as the new Mick and I met up again in the parking lot. "What gave me away, earlier? How could you tell I wasn't Mick?" "A few things," he said. "Mick and I have been married for over twenty years. You don't move like he does. There were other things, too. You didn't complain about my bush; he always wants me to be shaved down there. You realized it hurt me when you were sucking on my nipple, and then you quit." He shrugged. "What you look like is only a small part of who you are. How you act is more important." I turned his words over in my mind, contrasting them with what Bianca had suggested before. I might have Laila's body, but I wasn't her, any more than she was now Mick. I wasn't really Steve anymore, either, although I didn't know a better label to give myself. I unlocked the car and the man in Mick?s body climbed into the passenger seat. ?I?ve been thinking,? I announced as I got behind the wheel. ?Oh? What about?? ?The things we?ve done, all of us. There are two things that need to happen. First of all, I need some really greasy hash browns; lots of them. That?s an absolute must. Look it up on your phone. There?s got to be a Waffle House or something around here.? ?Okay,? he replied with a chuckle, ?and what?s the second thing?? ?We need to find the others, sit down, and talk things out.? I started the car. ?Have you got an address for me? We should get some takeout for everybody.? About 45 minutes later I was sitting at the table in the common room of the Gundersons? suite. I?d settled for the International House of Pancakes and then we?d made a quick stop at a Walgreens for some additional supplies on the way back to the hotel. Laila had gone back down to round up Mick and Molly. I left the room door propped open for them and started to eat before the food got too cold. ?Are...are you putting whipped cream on those?? Molly asked incredulously. He was standing in the doorway, still in my original body. ?Maybe,? I replied equivocally. I sprayed a little more Reddi-Wip on my hash browns before setting the can back on the table. ?Don?t judge me!? I added as I shoved a forkful into my mouth. They tasted as good as one might expect, but they were incredibly satisfying. I ate a few more bites as I tried to think of the right words to say. ?There are pancakes and syrup, and some bacon,? I said pointing to the Styrofoam containers stacked on the table. ?Did you and Laila go to the Eintausch Institute?? He closed the door behind him and sat down across from me. ?I wouldn?t have thought that was your style, but I talked to Mick downstairs and he has an accent now. He said we were gathering here.? ?I did switch with Laila, but I?m not Mick, I?m Steve,? I admitted, bracing for the inevitable explosion of temper. When it came, it was mild by Molly?s standards. He clenched his fists and shouted, ?How the fuck did that happen? Does that mean Mick?s running around somewhere in my body?? ?Laila?s looking for him, now. As for how it happened, he was thinking with his dick,? I told Molly about Mick coming to our room, how I learned of their affair, how I tricked him into the transfer, the anger which motivated it and the remorse I felt afterward. ?I can?t say I?m not still mad at you for giving away my body, but I guess I did set myself up for it. It?s a relief, really, that you know about him and me; the deceit was getting tiresome. I think a part of me wanted you to find out. But you still haven?t told me the whole story. How did you end up...like that?? He gestured in the air toward me, tracing the curves of my body. ?Laila wanted to swap with Mick; she was undeterred when I told her who I really was.? I recounted Laila?s story about the party. ?By that point, I felt like I?d messed up so bad that one more mistake wouldn?t matter.? ?That, and you thought she was hot, and you were really horny, right?? ?Well, yeah.? ?I don?t really have any right to be angry with you when it comes to infidelity. Especially not when it comes to Laila.? Molly added with a throaty growl. ?A baby, though, really?? ?That bit I just found out, myself,? I admitted. ?Still, it explains a few things,? he said with a glance at the slivers of potato and smears of cream left on my plate. ?Did she tell you that she and I were also lovers?? ?No...were or are?? I asked. ?Were. I?d told her you were okay with it...? ?I might have been, if I wasn?t being left out.? ?Anyway, she broke it off, either because she felt guilty about you, or out of misguided loyalty to Mick.? He shrugged. ?She had to know he was sleeping around, and not just with me.? ?Why were you with him?? ?I don?t know. Can there be a satisfactory answer to that question? I didn?t love him; I don?t really even like him...? ?It?s just that he?s hot and you were really horny? I kinda know what that?s like.? He smiled sadly. ?Yeah, I guess you do.? Molly came around the table and took my right hand in both of his. ?I?m sorry, Steve. I haven?t been fair to you for a long time, now. I tried to convince myself that we were drifting apart, that it was inevitable. But any drift was because I was pushing you away. I?ve learned today, partly in the last few minutes, that I am still in love with you; that the things I love about you don?t depend on the way you look. Now it feels like we?re on the edge of something, and I don?t want to lose you. I want you in my life.? ?I don?t want to lose you, either,? I said, pulling him into an embrace. The emotion of the moment overwhelmed me; tears were streaming down my cheeks. Just as quickly, the tears turned to laughter as I noticed the effect I was having on him. ?Um...is that your wallet, or are you just happy to see me?? ?Damn, I?m going to be glad to get my body back,? Molly said with a chuckle. We heard the latch unlock and turned to look; Laila opened the door and shuffled into the room. ?Sorry I took so long. I found Mick at one of the bars downstairs.? He collapsed into a chair at the table with a deep sigh. ?I put her to bed in your room. I?m afraid you might have a bad hangover tomorrow, Molly.? The three of us spent the night in the suite. By unspoken agreement we all slept alone; I slept in Laila?s bed, Laila slept in Mick?s, and Molly took the couch. I awoke around one in the morning to the sound of voices in the common room. ?I really can?t switch back,? I heard Laila saying. ?I?ve read about people who always knew they were in the wrong body. It wasn?t like that for me; I was content before. But when I transferred into this body...it felt right, like I?d been wearing my pants too tight all my life, and finally put on a pair that fit.? ?I?m pretty partial to that body, myself,? came the reply in Molly?s voice. Mick continued, ?I can?t go on as a woman. No offense, Molly, but I feel small and weak in your body and I hate that. Laila?s body might suit me better in that respect, I suppose. It?s just...nothin? on Steve, mind you, but I ain?t carryin? another man?s child.? ?What about a compromise?? I suggested, stepping into the conversation. The three of them were sitting around the table with the lights turned low. Laila, shirtless and wearing plaid pajama pants had dark circles under his eyes. Mick had a bad case of bed-head and was sipping at a glass of water; she was wearing the same bathrobe I?d had on earlier when I was in Molly?s body. Molly, still dressed in my jeans and polo had a sympathetic look on his face which changed to puzzlement when I spoke. ?Steve...sorry if we woke you,? Laila said. ?It?s alright,? I assured her. ?I think this might be the conversation I was hoping earlier that we would have.? ?So what?s this compromise of yours?? Mick asked. ?As I see it, Molly wants to be herself again. Laila feels like himself for the first time, and you can?t stand the idea of being a woman. I don?t care strongly either way about that, particularly, but I am curious to see what it?s like to be pregnant, so I don?t have a real desire to return to my body. If you?re willing to take it, Mick, it?s yours.? ?Steve...are you sure?? Molly looked at me with a strangely hopeful expression on his face. ?Any dick?s gotta be better than no dick at all,? Mick said philosophically, ?I suppose it?s a fitting penance for diddlin? your wife behind your back.? We agreed to return to the Institute later in the morning after we?d all gotten some rest. Everyone went back to their beds, but I couldn?t sleep. I was caught in an emotion somewhere between the anticipation of night before Christmas and the pre-test jitters of finals week. I?d been staring at the clock for half an hour when I heard the approach of soft footfalls. Molly slipped quietly through the doorway and climbed onto the bed beside me. ?Are you awake?? he asked in a low voice. ?Yeah,? I replied. ?My mind is all over the place. I get like this when I have a plan but I can?t carry it out right away. I overanalyze it and worry that I?m forgetting something...like asking you how you felt about it. How do you feel about it? Am I making a big mistake?? ?No, I think it will be good for us. It?s going to change the dynamic of our relationship; it puts us on more equal footing. I?ve always felt like the difference in our ages gave you the edge in life experience, but now there are some things I can teach you.? ?I never knew you felt like that,? I said, rolling over to face him. ?I look forward to your lessons. Anything you want to show me now?? I gave him what I hoped was an enticing smile. ?Let?s wait until I?m feeling more like myself.? He kissed me, his stubble rough against my skin. ?I think we?ll both enjoy it more.? ?I?ll hold you to it,? I told him. We fell asleep soon after, wrapped in each other?s arms. The light streaming through the gaps in the thick hotel curtains woke us up some hours later. Molly went back to our room for a fresh outfit and I dug through Laila?s bags to find some clean clothes for myself. They weren?t going to fit him anymore, so maybe they were really mine, now. Molly and Laila were already waiting in the common room of the Gundersons? suite when I finished getting ready; Mick straggled in a few minutes later. At the Eintausch Institute, we were directed to a third entrance at the back side of the building. The four of us were ushered into a conference room where we were introduced to a woman in a business suit who turned out to be a lawyer. ?My name is Sally McGill and I?m here to help you with the legal aspects of transferring permanently to new bodies,? she told us, ?It?s a little more involved than transferring the title of a car, but the principles are the same. My team and I will help you with all the paperwork.? Before we could start filling out forms, Mick and Molly had to switch bodies with each other. A technician was brought in and explained that even though Mick had never been in my body before, intercourse would not be required for the swap. ?Your consciousness maintains a connection with your original body, like a rubber band. Ordinarily, when the transfer period is over we release the temporary bond holding it to the new body and it snaps back into place; Mick?s consciousness will try to do that, but since his old body is occupied, it will go to the empty vessel instead.? After bidding Mick and Molly to sit still and close their eyes, the technician tapped a few commands into his tablet. ?There. Is everybody where they expected to be?? ?I am,? Molly said. ?It?s good to be back.? She came over to sit next to me and squeezed my hand. Mick seemed dazed, or worse. There was a blank stare on the slack face of my old body. After a moment, he gave a shudder and shook his head. ?What?s everybody looking at me for?? he asked, running a hand over his face. ?Guess it worked, huh?? Sally handed out documents to Laila, Mick and I. Mine had a list of the vital statistics of my original body: height, weight, hair and eye color, and so forth. At the bottom of the page was a declaration that I was forgoing all rights to the previously described ?vessel?. I signed it and passed it on to Mick; he passed his to Laila, and Laila passed his in turn to me. I again signed, this time accepting charge of my new body. One of Sally?s clerks took our fingerprints and a DNA swab to be filed with our ?title? certificates. ?If any of you would like to change your name, we can handle that now, as well,? Sally said. ?Don?t see as how I need to,? Mick answered. ?Be more trouble than it?s worth; I?d have to get all new stationery and such.? ?I would like to change mine,? Laila said. Turning to me and Molly he explained, ?If I?d been born a boy, my mother said she would have named me Erik, after my grandfather. It seems appropriate now.? ?You haven?t given it any thought at all have you?? Molly said to me with a playfully mocking smile. ?Well yeah, I have, actually,? I replied, ?I acknowledge that ?Steve? isn?t quite as suitable as it used to be. How about Stephanie? Not very original, I know. But hey, at least it?ll be easy to remember.? It?s now been five months since that fateful trip to Vegas. Today is New Year?s Eve, a time to reflect on the past and look forward to the future and new beginnings. With the help of the Eintausch Institute?s lawyer, I was able to go back to my engineering job, once all my paperwork had been processed; I even managed to hold on to my security clearance. Of course things were awkward with my old group on my first day back; that could be a whole story on its own. It?s not often that a man goes on vacation and comes back six inches taller and female. It all worked out though; since I?m one of the only women in the engineering department, HR and management decided to reward me with a diversity promotion that moved me to a different project within the company. I actually have people reporting to me, now, and I don?t have to work nearly as much overtime. The swap advanced Erik?s career, too. He?s got a new job; instead of high school girls, he?s now coaching the men?s team at the local university. After we all returned home, Mick announced, and I quote, ?I can?t be married to another dude.? He filed for divorce, and it was finalized last week; how about that for a Merry Christmas. Mick?s grown his mustache back on my old face and almost has that body back to the shape it was in when I was in the Army. We hadn?t seen much of him until Jakob and Daniella came home for the holidays. They think all the swapping is weird, but they do seem excited about their new sister. Molly and I discussed it together and we invited Erik to move in with us. It might end up being a bad idea, but so far it?s worked out. We all love each other, and he brings something to the relationship that we would otherwise be missing. Before my first swap, I?d been steadfastly heterosexual, with no interest in men. I still prefer women, but I?ve discovered that I like some dick every once in a while. I know Molly does, too. Erik takes care of Molly and me in other ways, of course. He insisted that I keep to his old workout schedule. Molly joined in as well, and Erik acts as our personal trainer. He?s also the only one of us who?s been through a pregnancy before, or even looked after a baby, for that matter. He?s been at all my doctor?s appointments and childbirth classes. Tonight, Molly is sitting between Erik and me on the couch as we watch the countdown to midnight; there?s no champagne in sight. Each of us has a hand on her big round belly, feeling the baby move. We found out she was expecting shortly after we returned from Las Vegas. A paternity test suggested that it was actually Molly who got me pregnant while I was in her body during our swap. The odds of a man getting two different women pregnant on a single attempt with each are astronomical. I tried my chances with the lottery, but maybe the luck stayed with my old body. A few weeks ago my wife had an ultrasound and we learned that she?s having a girl, the same as me. Molly?s got a long way to go to catch up to me. I look like I?m hiding a basketball under my shirt, my belly button is now an outie, and I can never seem to find a comfortable position. I?m due at the end of January, and I can hardly wait to meet my new daughter.