Yes

At last you find a phone in a hallway near the kitchen. You pickup the receiver and are greeted by a dial tone much different that what you are used to. It takes several minutes for you to get an operator, and several more for you to get one who speaks english. Once you do, you have her connect you to your home phone number.

"Hello," your wife answers on the last ring before your answering machine would have picked up. She sounds out of breath, as if she had run to the phone.

"Jess, are you alright?"

"Yes...who is this?" she asked, still out of breath.

"Jess, come back to bed," you hear a male voice say. For a moment you are filled with jealousy, then you recognize the voice. Its your own. "Seriously, babe, hang up the phone."

"What are...ohhhhh," your wife moans, then tries to hide it by clearing her throat. "Who is this? What can I help you with?"

Your silent, not sure what to say. Someone else is in your body, apparently fucking your wife, something you haven't managed to do in months.

"Hello?"

"Let me," your voice said on the other end. "Hello, can I help you?"

"I'm gonna go get us a drink," Jess said.

"What the fuck is going on?" you ask.

"Oh, its you," the other you said. "Look...its not gonna do you any good to call here again, trust me. Everyone will think you're crazy."

"What did you do? How did you do this?"

"I really had to get out of there, and your body was on my list," the other you said. "Trust me, you got a good deal. This body is middle aged, chubby, bald and...sorry...it has a small cock. Now you are twenty years old, single, gorgeous and fucking filthy rich. And you live on the beach in paradise. Me...I'm stuck in this shitty house with your blue collar job. At least your wife is hot. Props on playing up. Her pussy tastes fantastic."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, she just did," the other you said. "After I ate her cunt until she begged for this little cock. God, I even convinced her to try anal!"

You can't imagine your wife taking it up the ass. She'd let you lick her ass a few times, but never even let you finger her backdoor. If you still had a cock it would now be rock hard.

"How is this possible?"

"Some would say magic," your voice said. "Others would say some seriously advanced technology. You shouldn't worry yourself about it, its out of your reach. Enjoy your new life...your name is Sophie, by the way. Fuck all the guys or girls you want. Enjoy your money...which you inherited from your father, who was a **** kingpin. He invested it wisely... before he got killed because he was a **** kingpin. You couldn't spent it all if you tried. And don't worry, nobody is out to get you. You are free and clear."

"But I want my life back!"

"Not gonna happen," the other you said. "Look at it this way, like I said, you traded up. The real Sophie, I left her in the body of a 97 year old man with erectile dysfunction and liver spots."

"How?"

"Don't worry about it," he said. "Just known that the real Sophie couldn't accept it. She...or he...ended up locked up in a nursing home for dementia patients because she kept trying to tell everyone she was a teenage girl. Meanwhile I took her daddy's money, bought and island and turned it into a major tourist attraction. Oh...and if you haven't figured it out...I...well, you, own the Paradise Club, a kickass little strip joint down the street. Even without daddy's fortune, you are set for life. Just forget this out of shape body and your little cock and get on with your life. You're rich and beautiful."

"I'm back!" Jess said cheerfully. You hadn't heard her sound that happy in years.

"Look Sophie, I'm sorry we can't help you," the other you said. "I wish you luck, I really do. I hope....ohhh, your hand is cold..."

"But my mouth isn't," Jess said back.

"Good luck...geez, no its not cold...bye" your voice said, and then the phone went dead.

You stood there in silence, the reciever still in your hand. Somewhere out there your wife was sucking on a dick that used to be yours. She hadn't done that since the night you got engaged. She said she didn't like the taste. Somehow in just one morning the new you had not only fucked her, but he had fucked her in the ass and was he was getting a blowjob from her. Maybe you were a horrible husband.

How were you supposed to feel? Part of you did love Jess, but the two of you had grown bitter and cold towards each other through the years. The new you was making her happy, and you really did want her to be happy. And you were here, filthy rich and living in paradise.