No

"Damn bastard," she curses as she grabs the covers and faces away from you to get some sleep and you drift off to sleep as you usually do.

Your dreams are strange and your sleep seems fitful, though when you awaken, you can't remember the dream.

Morning comes and your wife has gotten up early as you are alone in bed. There is an awful taste in your mouth and you feel light headed. You reach down to give your morning woody a few strokes, when to your surprise, all you find is a silky smooth pair of panties covering a fleshy mound.

"Eeeeee," you scream and it's not your voice you hear.

"Is everything ok up there?" shouts a mans voice from the kitchen. "I thought I heard a scream."

"What the hell?!" you are cut short when you see yourself walk into the room wearing your leather jacket jeans, and boots. Around his neck is a golden medallion.

"Remember our little conversation last night," he asks.

"Well, last night I wasn't sure, but after your little surprise in my mouth." You remember that with a grin. "Well after that, I thought that I would turn the tables on you and fulfill my desires at the same time. You see, I have always wanted to see what sex was like from a man's perspective, because they always want it and need it. They are always in the mood and don't need to be coaxed into it. I was hoping you would have been more game for my plan and I wouldn't have had to spring it on you like this, but here we are. The deed is done"

You stare at him, er you, uh your former body with disbelief. "What did you do, this must be a dream," you state, in a bit of a panic.

"It's no dream," she says, turning away and walking down the stairs. "Oh by the way, I made you breakfast!"

As a parting shot she yells up, "I'm off to take a ride on your motorcycle. You see, I'm big enough now so I'm sure you won't mind."

"You can't", you scream, but your pleas are useless as you hear the door slam.

You leap out of bed and run down and out the front door pleasing, "don't leave me like this!"

The cold makes your nipples hard and you suddenly realize you're only wearing panties. You quickly run inside and close the all curtains in the living room.

You walk around in circles not knowing what to do. Panic is setting in.

"Calm down, you can handle this", you state out loud, not half believing it, but knowing you have to say something.

Out of the corner of your eye you see some bags by the coffee table. They are Victoria's Secret bags with a large card attached. Reaching down to read the note you notice the faint smell of perfume. The note reads, 'Honey, these are for you to help you adjust. I've tried them on already and I know they fit.'