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It'd been about three months since Dennis Hunter could say that he didn't believe in the supernatural.
He'd grown up in a fairly progressive household, and even then, the more laid back Christian teachings from his parents had never seemed to stick. Luckily for him, he'd avoided having any kind of edgy atheist phase during his high school years but he could remember clearly when he was 5-years-old telling the guy playing Santa Claus whom his mom had taken him to see for pictures that he knew he was just someone dressing up to play pretend. Dennis had found it so strange that his mom had apologized profusely to the staff after they were done even if he knew that none of them actually thought that the man he'd posed with was a magical old man who delivered presents to good kids every year on a single night but now he thought he understood. Children were supposed to buy into the lie; after all, it was just a handful of years that kids could claim to still see something special in the world that adults couldn't so it was only appropriate to let their imaginations run wild and it might even get a few of them to behave better than they might've otherwise without continual external reinforcement. Even if it was effectively a mass delusion it was harmless. After the scolding he'd received when his mom took him out to the car in the parking lot about how he shouldn't tell that to kids when he was in class, Dennis had learned to just sit back and take things at the pace they came to him. Nor had it come as a surprise to his parents when he told them he no longer believed in the big J.C. or His dad when he turned 18; hell, they'd even asked him what took him so long to tell them. It was the last time that he had thought about any kind of force that couldn't be explained by the world around him outside of fiction.
Now Dennis knew better; he was reminded every day now. Because what had happened at the mall from what seemed in the present like an eternity ago could not be rationally explained away by a monotonous scientist in spectacles or pithy Mythbusters segment. Every habit she had picked up, every memory that she swore up and down was the absolute truth to him, down to even her choice of daily attire had been forced upon the both of them by some unfathomably powerful force that Dennis felt he could not hope to understand. Even now, despite the fact that the culprit had disappeared out of their lives with only a single smirk of acknowledgement at what he'd done to them, his presence still loomed over every aspect of their waking moments together. In a single lazy afternoon, after a spur of the moment decision to go to an everything-must-go sale at their dead end mall, it felt as if his own life had been ripped away from him.
He wanted to be able to feel Jun's soft curves underneath him as he made love to her, feeling her warm folds clenched tightly onto his manhood, as she dug her nails into his back and called out his name in ecstasy. A part of him would have even settled steering conversations back to long, awkward debate over whether or not they wanted to try to have a baby if it meant he could restore a sense of normalcy despite the fact he knew for certain such discussion now would have to involve adoption. But most of all, he didn't want to look at her and feel complete dismay at how to feel about the woman he'd promised to have and hold for the rest of his life.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
He almost didn't move at Jun's singsong words from somewhere next to him. No matter how much he desperately wanted to wake up from the nightmarish dream state Dennis seemed to have found himself in, it never happened. As soon as he opened his eyes, Dennis would be face to face with his new world. It wasn't as if he could avoid interacting with her; he'd tried to limit his contact as much as possible when he still thought he'd utterly lost his mind in the wake of what had occurred, but when she'd come to him in tears asking him if she'd done something wrong, he hadn't had the heart to pull something that cruel again. Still... it didn't make getting up any easier these days.
"Hrmph..." Dennis grumbled and rolled onto his side. Maybe if he buried his head underneath the pillow, Jun might be willing to leave him be.
"Seriously? You want to waste the day away?"
No dice, it seemed.
"...long week," he heard himself mumble from what seemed like leagues away.
"Oversleeping can be just as bad for you as not getting enough rest, ya know," Jun said with a sigh.
In the darkness of his would be enclosure, Dennis cracked one eye open, then another, before he finally moved the downy comfort away from his face and rolled over to look at his partner. For a moment, despite it all, he felt his breath hitch in his throat. Even now, years into their marriage, there was something about waking up beside Jun that took his breath away. Her almond-shaped eyes, the shade of an exquisite brown oak, were crinkled in delight, her soft pink lips pulled into a gentle smile, as she rested her soft oval face against her own pillow, her charcoal-colored silken hair tucked behind an ear. The golden hue of her face, caught in the sun beginning to peek through their blinds, seemed to glow ethereally as if she were some kind of angel. Were all things normal, she was the kind of woman that would've turned the head of every man who looked her direction - and often had - when the two of them went out together. It was these small, quiet moments that told Dennis it was still worth holding out hope that one day things would return to normal.
"Fair point," Dennis agreed. "If I did that, it'd mean I wouldn't get to bask in your morning breath."
Jun's expression immediately crumpled and she reached out underneath the covers to playfully smack him in the chest. He tried not to feel as if the wind had just been knocked out of him.
"Asshole!" she chastised and stuck out her tongue.
"Not doing yourself any favors, babe."
"Ugh, fine. Have it your way. I'll go brush my teeth, alright?" she said, rolled over, and pushed the covers off.
Dennis tried not to look at her as she stumbled stiffly over towards their shared bathroom. He listened to the water from the faucet spring to life and Jun begin to diligently clean her mouth as he sat there, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. At the very least, the longer he tried not to pay attention, the more he could pretend everything was alright after all. Doing so even got him through most days, he'd found.
"Anything you want to do today?" Jun called out in between spitting into the sink.
"Nothing comes to mind, really," Dennis answered. "Guess we could give everyone a ring later and see if they wanna go bar hopping tonight."
Drunkenness was another fine coping strategy, even if it was one that gave his liver dim long term prospects.
"Wanna hit up the gym today? We could-"
"You're obsessed, Jun," Dennis snorted. It wasn't actually funny, but laughing was a better alternative to crying. "Seems like you go every other day so it isn't like you're packing on any pounds."
It was true. There wasn't an ounce of fat on Jun, that was for sure.
"I thought you liked it when I came home sweating like a pig?" she teased.
It was true. Or, rather, it had been at one point since it gave them an excuse to shower together once she got back. He didn't answer her. Instead, he decided to go back to watching the ever spinning fan above him, and ran a hand through his mop of dirty blond hair. Once the sight of Jun heading out of their house towards her weekly routine (now a near daily occurrence it seemed) would've been a pleasant surprise in her gloriously short Nike shorts. Now, somehow, the exact same sight only made him feel uneasy - confused, even.
"Earth to Dennis."
Dennis blinked and tilted his head up. Jun was standing at the foot of his bed, hands on her hips, and looking down at him with an immaculately cared for brow.
"Did you hear me?"
"Uh, no, sorry. Still a bit out of it."
Her lips parted into a mischievous smirk and it took Dennis a moment to notice the fact that she was totally nude, having shed her sleepwear somewhere between the bathroom and their bedroom. He tried not to listen to the sound of his own heart pounding away in his rib cage as she slunk forward to his position on their bed.
"I was saying that I think there is something I'd like to do after all, actually. Something to start the morning off with."
"Y-yeah?" Dennis squeaked. He was painfully aware how high his voice was, but he couldn't help it. With a tone like that he knew what was on her mind before she even continued.
"I'm thinking... breakfast in bed. Most important meal of the day and all that. How does that sound to you?"
"...What, uh, did you have in mind?"
Jun giggled and leapt onto the mattress. In a flash, she was sitting atop Dennis, one powerful leg on either side of his waist as she looked down at him. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the early daylight as her grin grew broader. He felt her large, powerful arms place themselves on either side of his small shoulders as she bent down until they were nearly face to face with each other.
"Sausage and eggs," she whispered.
The growing heat from somewhere below her by his midsection told him all he needed to know about her intent. He gulped, despite the protest of his dry throat, and felt faint. He'd been avoiding his marital duties; there was no doubt about that. Every tight shirt she had worn, 'accidentally' dropping something in front him, rubbing herself against the glass of their shower stall in invitation - Dennis had dodged and weaved his way past most of them. Jun had worn him down once or twice but that had only been to keep up appearances. It hadn't even been that what they had done was necessarily unpleasant.
It was that it was all so wrong.
The Jun that Dennis had fallen in love with was nothing like the person who sat astride him now. When they had met in college, she had been several inches shorter than he was, with a firm, toned rear, legs that didn't quit, and breasts so large and comfortable he'd fallen asleep in them when they cuddled to watch something together on the couch more times than he could count. She wasn't a model, but he knew she could've been if she had put any effort into pursuing that career. Now, though, it was as if Jun were a completely different person and below her head that was literally true.
As his eyes moved from the teasing expression on her face down to her neck he could see the areas of her skin that melded seamlessly with the bodybuilder form she had inherited. Long gone was the uniform tan she had once possessed and instead it gave way to brown, a shade deep enough to match the gardening soil she loved to work with. Whereas once she'd had to stand on her tiptoes to reach his chest at 5'2", she towered over him now at 6'4", fully being able to envelop him in biceps that were the size of his head when they hugged one another. Indeed, there was no contest in strength between the two of them now; whenever there was an issue that involved manual labor, she was the one to take care of it. Legs that had once been long and shapely were now stockier and rippled with muscle that had come from years upon years from someone else's lifetime of running several miles every day (a trait, memory, or whatever one wanted to call it that Jun had seemingly inherited). No breasts to bury himself in now; her broad chest's pecs were flat enough he could've eaten off of them if he so chose, nipples hard and small like bee stings instead of larger and life giving.
Last but not least, however, was the thing that currently pulsed against his stomach.
It was painfully, unmistakably, male and when he had finally gotten over the shock of seeing his wife-husband's new form he had felt shame well inside of him in comparison. Jun had never been shy about letting him know that she thought the bigger a guy was, the better. Indeed, he was lucky that she had given him a chance at all after their first date when he tried taking her back to his dorm at the time in hopes to get lucky. But now Jun was packing meat that in the past she would've given anything to take a ride on. Her dick was large, thick, and accompanied by a truly impressive set of balls. When she had tried to frot with him on some of their other encounters, it both made him feel horribly embarrassed and incredibly strange to be emasculated by Jun.
Not that she could understand. As far as Dennis could tell, despite the fact she told everyone she was a woman, kept her old friends, put on makeup, and many other stereotypical feminine activities, it seemed as if Jun had always believed she'd been male below her head, and it reflected in everything she did. Gone were trips to the Walgreens down the street to buy tampons; she ran down there to get condoms. Instead of going out and getting a pair of lingerie to surprise him with, she had bought them matching pairs of silk boxers on his birthday for "special occasions." It didn't even stop at Jun, either. He could distinctly recall how she had carried him like a bride across their house's threshold the night they got married in the best suit her parents could buy her.
What was more, every time he opened his mouth to ask her if she remembered the black guy from the mall whose body she now owned his words would twist themselves into something totally different. Whatever spell the thief had done, it had effected the both of them. All that was left to prevent him from feeling as if he had gone completely insane were his own experiences (including the one he'd never forget of the asshole in question sneering at him as he smoothed his newfound dress and sashayed away in borrowed heels while Jun had placed a beefy hand on his shoulder to tease him about why he was staring at a guy's ass and tits).
It had been completely baffling to Dennis even after he had had months to reflect on the swap that had occurred that fateful day. Had they been chosen at random? What was the point in stealing Jun's body in particular? Was it some kind of need for an equivalent exchange? That would've made more sense given the circumstances but then Dennis couldn't understand why he wouldn't have simply swapped with him to get to her. Surely, though, if it had been about wanting to be with Jun, if he was strong enough to alter the fabric of reality, then he could've probably just taken her for himself.
Dennis's thoughts are interrupted by Jun's lips finding his and her fingers beginning to make their way through his hair. Obviously, he had taken too long to respond for her liking, and she was trying to test the waters to see if he would be receptive to her advances this morning. Her tongue swirled with his gently, playfully, but Dennis knew to be wary. One of the many masculine traits that Jun had picked up from her donor was a sex drive that he was sure put him to shame when he was younger; he had walked into their bedroom far too much to see her using her vibrator lately for it to be a coincidence. She was nigh insatiable, it seemed.
"I figured that, since the job's been keeping you away so much recently, you'd have a chance to get some of my food in you again," she purred into their shared kiss.
Dennis hoped that she didn't feel his hair stand on end against her skin. None of the times they had tried to reignite things before had ever ended in penetration, not even when she had presented herself to him. He could tell that it was something that vexed her, however, as no matter how much she cuddled with him in the afterglow of mutual masturbation and told him she loved him could it remove her expression of disappointment that things weren't like whatever memories she possessed now told her they used to be. Maybe if he really psyched himself he could get behind (no pun intended) what she clearly wanted from him, but the opposite? Being on the receiving end? His eyes nearly threatened to water at the mere thought.
"S-sorry about that. You know how the office is right-" Dennis was about to say, but was cut off by another smooch, this time more forceful than before. He feels her penis begin to harden against him, its suddenly terrifying length in the back of his mind as he remained pinned underneath her. He knew that, if he asked, Jun would remove herself from him in an instant. No matter how screwed up things were, if nothing else, he understood in his heart that she would never make him do anything he didn't want to do. From her perspective, perhaps everything that had led up to now was an attempt to rekindle something that seemed lost between the two of them.
"Honey, honey, honey... just relax, okay? I'm going to take good care of you."
Jun's voice was so sure, so confident, that Dennis felt himself do just that. The tenseness in his form slackened and Jun filled the vacuum as she pressed herself down against him. The sensation of her weight was both familiar and totally alien to him. It had always been who had taken the lead before, always on top, when Jun had been completely a woman but now he could remember, even if the thoughts were scattered and foggy, that it was equally true he had been beneath her countless times before. Dennis wasn't stupid; he understood that it was merely the bastard's sorcery trying to work its way in and rewrite everything he thought he knew about himself, about Jun, but he had to admit that maybe, just maybe, a part of him was tired of the constant struggle...
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