Showering

When you come out ten minutes later you feel like a new you. Again. Your tired muscles feel oddly enervated, your tenderly swollen nethers are fully washed, your tiny teeth are brushed, your lustrous black hair is damp and de-pigtailed and you are wearing nothing. Jo is already in bed, the lights are down low and the covers are pulled back invitingly on your side.

You crawl in beside Jo. The bed feels overly large and the sheets are cool against your bare overheated skin.

Jo rolls toward you and pulls you into the cradle of his much larger and needy naked body. Spooning you like you normally did when you slept. Except of course your roles are very much reversed. Your head tucks under his chin. One massive arm drapes over your slim waist, hand splaying possessively across your ever so slightly rounded stomach. His cock is soft now and rests heavy against your curvaceous ass and it feels … right.

You squirm. Press back. Try to grind. “Jack, I’m totally fucked,” he murmurs. Half warning, half fond. “Sleep my little princess.”

“But I—”

“Tomorrow you’re skiing. I know you must have a sore pussy, a tender ass and aching muscles. The libido pill still running hot but you need to rest and recover. Don’t worry, you’ll still be a wet, whimpering mess on the bunny slope tomorrow and you’ll love hating every second of it.” He kisses the top of your head. “Then tomorrow night we swap back… unless you decide you like being my princess more.” Your breath hitches. He chuckles sleepily. “Yeah. I thought so.” His hand slides lower, cups your mound. His grip is warm, firm, not teasing, just… holding. Claiming. “Sleep… Jo.”

The name lands in an oddly thrilling way. What if you remained in this body. As Jo? The idea makes your heart beat in fear and arousal. Maybe you should extend the 24 hours to 48. Maybe even longer. If you could work and live as Jo… for even longer. Female. Small. Fucked. Before the swap it was the stuff of nightmares but now it has the allure of fantasy. Would Jo want to live as Jack?

You whimper once more in quiet defeat, unbearably aroused and finally go still. His breathing evens out behind you. Fuck, he’s falling asleep and he could be fucking you. Should be! You can feel his cock. Right there. You know if you get him hard he’ll want to fuck you. But he said no. And you don’t want to go against his wishes. Jo was like that. And you’re very much Jo right now.

You lie there in the dark, listening to the blizzard batter the windows, feeling the slow throb between your legs, the ache in your breasts, the strange new weight of being small and soft and owned. Fuck.

Tomorrow you have to learn to ski like this.

Maybe even Sunday. That leaves a quick screw tomorrow morning. Maybe one at lunch time. Again after skiing. A very large part of you, a quiet, secret and ashamed part is dripping hot at the thought. The libido pill is unrelenting.