You could do it?

"There's no way I'd ever agree to this so it sounds like you have to bail your buddy out," she said with a knowing tone. "I was going to save this for a special occasion but I had a friend of mine score us that new designer ****, swapX." You looked at her surprised, your wife had experimented with **** a lot more than you had but swapX was supposedly some heavy shit. Supposedly with a little DNA it could switch your entire body composition into a spitting image of another person. The effects were temporary (as long as you didn't get pregnant) but psychologically it had been known to screw some people up. She pulled a white nondescript cardboard box out of her purse.

"What were you saving this for?" You looked at her confused.

"I don't know, you always said you wanted to know what it'd be like to be me. I thought we could go out as twins for a night, I'd do your nails, we'd get our hair done, it'd be fun," she sounded very calm for someone who was suggesting you switch genders. "I thought you were a progressive guy, its not like I was asking you to do anything gay. Remember that one time I did your makeup?" You do remember how ridiculous you looked, more clown than diva but you both did have a serious chuckle.

"How long does it last?" You were staring at the white box intently, not sure if you knew enough to fuck with this little mcguffin.

"I think 48 hours, just make sure you are someplace private for the transition, heard it makes you seriously nauseous," you could tell Amy wasn't sure if she wanted to give you the swapX or not.

"How much is one of those?" you were curious.

"My friend Amber has a bunch of them, she gave me this one for free but supposedly they retail for $400-500," she was being very nonchalant, "It's perfectly safe, remember that new gay guy Anton from Bridgette's pool party?" You remembered a tall muscular dude with a couple tribal tattoos, he looked pretty manly but had a strange way of carrying himself.

"Ya I remember," you were a little perplexed how he fit into this.

"That was Amber, she likes to go by Anton, the DNA donor is her gym coach who she paid a couple hundred for a strand of his hair, creepy I know but I guess she liked his look," Amy picked up the box and chucked it to you. You caught it in your arm.

"You take that, get your debt forgiven, then take me out to a nice dinner, sounds like a deal?" she turned to leave but then stopped and pivoted around. She plucked a hair from her head and walked over and placed it in your hand. She pressed it into your palm and gave you a wet kiss on the lips. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do you buffoon." she looked at you for a moment and you took in how beautiful she was. You watched her fit butt sway as she walked out of the room.