Bad News and Kinky Screws

“I’m sorry, honey,” Rachel said in the most sincere tone she could muster to the woman she once considered her husband, “I didn’t call you back because I wanted to tell you in person.”

“But all of my underwear?!” Jordan was acting quite upset, “even the ones in the laundry?!”

“It’s uncanny, I know,” Rachel reached forward and held Jordan’s hands, “but every pair. It must be those mites that were in the news. They ate through the material in no time flat.”

“What about the rest of my clothes?” Jordan asked her, “Are they okay?”

Rachel could have just let her run to the bedroom to see for herself, but she wanted to play the bearer of bad news a bit longer. That psychologist from New York she had spoken to that afternoon had informed her that it might strengthen their bond, make Jordan use Rachel as a confidant if The Mission started to go off the rails. Having the resources of the entire world working together sure made things look more achievable. Perhaps one day the whole world could work together to solve world hunger, or climate change. If the past day had shown Rachel anything, it was that when people worked together, anything was achievable.

Of course, that could only happen after The Mission was completed and Jordan was living her life as a proud and happy woman. That was, of course, the priority. Everyone in the world agreed to that.

“Most of your shirts are okay,” Rachel said, “not all, but a most. Your jeans are all ruined. You have some sweat pants, shorts, and one pair of dress pants. Oh, and what you have on, of course.”

"Shit," Jordan said under his breath, then, "I guess I'll need to go to the..."

"I went to the mall with my sister," Rachel cut him off, "and a few other stores. I thought I could solve the problem before you got home. It's bigger than just our house. Every store I went to had either sold out all their stock already, or had been infested with the mites themselves. It only seems to be affecting men's clothes, though, so I, um..."

"What?"

"I bought a few things, just to tide you over until things settle down," Rachel said, looking at the ground, trying to blush, "and I thought that maybe it would be kind of fun for us, you know, in the bedroom..."

A smile crept onto Jordan's face, one that Rachel recognized from the times she had pulled the woman she had mistakenly thought of as her husband into the bedroom. This part of The Mission was difficult for her. Having sex with a woman, pretending to be aroused by a woman at all, was proving to be a psychological game she was not prepared for. Yes, The Mission was still in its infancy, but she would have hated to be the reason that it failed. No, Rachel was going to have to learn to be a little gay, at least for a little bit. During her free time that day, when she hadn't been consulting with experts, arranging shipping details for things that she would need for Jordan's changes, and making plans with people from the government who had begun to create a grand strategy, Rachel had been reading about sex between women, advice on same-sex relationships, and watching lesbian porn. Yes, she had gotten some good tips, but whether she'd be able to utilize them effectively, without tipping Jordan off that Rachel was thoroughly grossed out, was the question. Rachel had told herself over and over that it was the same penis she had had inside of her time and time again since their marriage, they were the same lips she'd kissed, the same body she'd enjoyed. Only it wasn't. How had she been so blind?

Jordan Jacks was obviously a woman, and there was no way that Rachel Jacks could see it otherwise!

Rachel put Jordan's hand in her own and pulled the misled woman into the bedroom, wiggling her behind the way that she knew Jordan enjoyed. She was hoping that this part of the day would finish easily, that Jordan would go along with Rachel's suggestion, even if it was a big change. The entire plan would hinge on Rachel being able to pretend to be attracted to Jordan, to treat him like a man, while acting like a total lesbian. It was a big ask for a woman who had not studied acting at all in her life, but she had strung along a few men over the years. Maybe string a woman along would be the same thing.

She pushed her former husband into the room and kicked the door closed behind her. Then she began to undress, her shirt, her skirt, all flopping to the floor, leaving her standing in a purple lace matching bra and panty set.

Jordan, getting the hint, took her clothes off too. Her slacks, her dress shirt, until she was standing in a pair of boxers.

"Yours are on the dresser," Rachel said with a mischievous tone in her voice, "Let's get a little kinky tonight."

Jordan looked at her with confusion, then padded across the carpet to the dresser. There she found a matching set of purple lace bra and panties, identical to Rachel's except for the fact that they were sized for Jordan perfectly, even with a little extra space for her penis. She held them up and showed Rachel.

"You want me to wear these?" She sounded confused.

"Mmmmmm," Rachel pretended to be turned on, rubbing herself over her panties and grabbing a breast, "You're going to be so hot in those. I'm bored of our routine, let's use these stupid mites to shake things up a bit and have some fun."

With doubt on her face, Jordan slid her boxers to the ground and bent to slide on the panties. Then she pulled the bra straps over her shoulders. Rachel slipped behind her and fastened the garment. There. She was already starting to look more like the woman she would soon accept that she was. She had done her job.

Well, not quite.

Taking Jordan by the hand, Rachel pulled her to the bed. Maybe if she closed her eyes she could pretend that it was a man.

No, she had to engage. That had been the instructions. Make the sex better, more enjoyable, more adventurous. There was no way around it. It was the price she had to pay for being in such a big role, a role of honour, in The Mission.