Telling the husband

Body Swap Story Chapter 4: The Conversation

Anthony (in Fiona’s body) stood there frozen, still clutching his new breasts, staring at Turtle in complete panic.

“Turtle… it’s me. Anthony,” he said, voice coming out in Fiona’s soft feminine tone. “I don’t know how the hell this happened. I found some weird old book last night, read some random words out loud as a joke… and now I’m in your wife’s body. Fiona is probably in mine right now.”

Turtle blinked slowly, processing. He looked Anthony up and down — the messy brunette hair, the thin tank top, the curvy figure — then let out a long sigh and rubbed his face.

“Jesus Christ… so that’s why she — you — were screaming and grabbing your own tits like that.”

Anthony nodded awkwardly, still holding onto his chest. “Yeah… this is so fucked up. I’m so sorry, man. I’ll fix this. I swear.”

Turtle sat down on the edge of the bed, looking exhausted. After a long pause, he spoke honestly:

“Look… I’m not even that mad right now. Fiona’s been holding out on me for the last month. She’s been extra bitchy, turning me down every time I try to get close. I’ve been sleeping on the couch half the time. So honestly… having a break from that drama might not be the worst thing in the world.”

Anthony (in Fiona’s body) stared at him, surprised. “Wait… you’re serious?”

Turtle shrugged. “Dead serious. If you’re really in there, Anthony… do whatever you want with her body. Just don’t sleep with me. That’d be too weird. But other girls? Go for it. Hell, you’d probably have better luck than I’ve had lately.”

Anthony looked down at the voluptuous body he was now in, then back up at Turtle. A mix of guilt and strange excitement crossed Fiona’s face.

“…Alright. I won’t touch you. But if I’m stuck like this… I’m not gonna waste it either. Your wife’s body is… a lot to handle. I might as well see what it can do.”

Turtle gave a tired laugh and shook his head.

“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do… which, apparently, is a very low bar right now.”

End of Chapter 4