Switcheroo

"What's going on? Why can't I move? Cathleen? What's happening? Have you done something?" Tim had come home from another long day at the office, sat down and immediately asked his wife Cathleen for a beer. Not a hello. Not a how was your day dear, and worst of all, not even a second glance at the new lingerie and shoes she had bought. Cathleen had had enough. The new lingerie was Tim's last chance to stop neglecting his wife. Cathleen figured that once she wore him out in the bedroom, he'd be more amicable to talk about why he had been neglecting her. She was somewhat sympathetic. She knew how stressful her husbands job was, and wasn't it only last year he had committed to a nice three week vacation in Fiji for just the two of them? Then she remembered how they had returned early as Tim's work had tracked them down and insisted he come back to resolve one issue or another. Tim was a very dedicated employee, but should have remembered to be

Jill could hear some giggling as she began to wake up. It sounded very familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. Why did she recognise it and why did she fall asleep? Wasn't she getting ready for her night out with her new boyfriend. Her rich, successful new studly boyfriend. She'd bought a new lingerie set just for their special first night together, in her lucky colour. Purple. It felt so soft and sexy. Wait! Why could she only feel cool air on her naked skin, and a strange feeling in her groin area. More importantly, why couldn't she feel her... OH MY GOD!!! She quickly shot up, knowing why the giggling sounded so familiar, It was her own voice she recognised. She looked up to see her new sexy underwear on, herself. She was confused as she saw her own face smirking down at her as her body pulled up her garter a bit. The new panties barely covering her freshly waxed pussy. Her perfect legs, wrapped in the new sheer stockings she had bought, in hopes that they w

Stacey couldn't understand it. She had left her new dress and new shoes on the bed before getting ito the shower. She had come out to find them no longer there. She looked beside, but of coure, they weren't there and why would they be? As she wrapped the towel around herself  a little tighter and continued to look for them, trying to remember if she had moved them, she heard a cry of pain and then a giggle that sounded somehow familiar. Knowing that it came from her son Dylan's room, she made her way down the hall to his room. All the time wondering what would hold he up more? Trying to find her outfit or whatever her son had gotten himself into now. He was supposed to be in bed and sound asleep. Her sister would be here soon to look after him while she enjoyed her regular Friday night out with the girls. She couldn't be late again. She was the reason they got stuck in the line at the club last time and had to 'convince' the door staff to let them in. As