Switcheroo

* sigh* " Another one of your oh so boring dinners dear? Why do we have to go to these so often? Although it does get me out of the house and away from this foul offspring you convinced me to produce for you. Ugh! I can't believe you not only allowed, but encouraged this beautiful body of mine to get fat just so you could have an heir? Enjoy him, as he'll be the only one you get." "Ah darling! The on;y one I'll get from YOU at least." Evan said as he gave his gold digging wife a wink and a chuckle. "Oh Evan darling! You know that you'll never divorce me. You'll lose much more than half of everything you own if you do, and if there is any kind of infidelity, well, let's just say you'll be lucky to get out of this house with that cheap cotton shirt on your back." Gloria said with her own devilish little smile on her face. "Ah yes! The things we agree to sign when we THINK we're in love. You were very good my dear.

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"Awwww! Don't look so sad MOM! Oh, and daddy. Please don't cry. It's not THAT bad." Dennis said as he let out a melodic little giggle from the body of Crystal, his daiughter's best friend. He quickly put his new, young arm around his daughter's body, however, it was currently occupied by his wife Vanessa. "Daddy! You and mom can't do this to us. It's not fair! Give us back our bodies. Stephan and Reggie have put a lot of planning into this night and the school dance is a big part of it. You can't ruin it for us." Shannon whined in her father's deep, base voice. It made the married couple just laugh more to see their bodies acting like this. "Just relax girls and this will be easier. A lot of the confusion is you being too freaked out to allow the switch to finish. You see, we're getting all your memories and all the things that make you , well, you. Unfortunately, you're freaked out state is preventing our memor

Look at her! Sitting there in my body, as if nothing happened. As if SHE'S the one that is suppose to be enjoying my anniversary dinner. Wearing my new lingerie, my favourite dress and the new shoes I wanted and my husband just bought for me. Who the hell does she think she is to do this to ME?  "Hey! Sandra! Get out there and look after your tables. I know that blonde bitch has already upset you when she complained about you, but don't let it get to you. Go out there and show her and everyone else how great a waitress you actually are. She'll be gone soon, and it will be that poor bastard with her that has to worry about her after that. I feel sorry for the guy. He seems pretty nice. Especially compared to her. Now get out there. You need this job, remember? How else are you going to pay for all the thing little Sally deserves?" OMG! What will I do when she leaves? I'm starting to forget where I live. The harder I try, the more I remember some little ap

Lara slowly made her way back to Tim and Anne's place, realising that it might very well be her new home now. Her, she thought? Was that even appropriate anymore? Lara ran through all the options in her mind, which accumulated to a big fat nothing. No options. Nothing she could do. After all, she'd already tried to swap back and it wasn't working. What the hell could she do? She walked back into the house and saw Anne, sitting there in just her sexy underwear. Waiting for her. "Anne? Babe? Umm, sorry. Have you been waiting for me? When did you get hoe from work?" "Well I've only had time to quickly undress and sit down, so you haven't left me waiting long, and I can see by that tent growing in your pants, that you really won't be leaving me waiting. Or wanting." Lara looked down to see her massive Tim dick starting to press against her pants in a very obvious way. She quickly tried to push it down and seemed a little embarrassed. It s

"What in the hell are you wearing? Not exactly the style that people are use to seeing on my body Tim." "It's Lara, remember?" Tim said, and although he tried to give one of his traditional smirks, it just made him look even more seductive in Lara's body. "So how was your honeymoon? Did you and Anne have a good time? Oh, never mind. I'll catch up with her and find out all the naughty details." * giggle* "Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's just the two of us. You don't have to stay in character, but for the record, it's was fantastic! I can understand why Anne wanted to date and then marry you. If I was even half as good at using this magic bullet between your legs as you are, she would have been sold after the first night. And stamina? Holy cow. You just keep going and going and going. As great a lover as he is, I wish Henry had that kind of stamina." "Oh, you might be surprised. With the right woman, Henry has more than

"Bonjour Monsieur! As-tu passé une bonne journée chérie?" "Wow! Have you been talking to Tim? Where did you suddenly learn French?", Henry asked who he thought was his wife. "I like the little extra edition of the maids outfit. Do we have a fancy dress party to go to or something?", he asked. "I just thought I'd spice things up a bit for you. I know I've been a little, well, bitchy lately and thought I should do something to make it up to you?" Tim said in Lara's body. Tim had been listening to his best friend Henry complain about his wife for the last month or so. Apparently Lara had become distant. They had barely had a real conversation in weeks, and their sex life had all but disappeared. As supportive of his lifelong friend as he was, it was starting to bum Tim out a bit. He was just about to get married to the love his life, Anne, and all of this marriage trouble talk was making him feel a little nervous. He was a