Rachel was deep into pleasuring herself on the bed, hungrily watching her husband, Brian, seductively crawl about the floor. Her voice was husky as she let out a growl, “That’s right, on your knees. God, you’re so quick to degrade yourself, aren’t you? My little slut.”

Brian was recently caught up with the Role Exchanger while working out at the gym, turning into a female version of himself. He’d heard about the blue light, but never thought it would affect him living in his sleepy little town. If it had to strike here, he would’ve preferred if it was with one of his ripped, fellow gym-goers he had switched around with, but all in all, Brian hadn’t considered it the worst of outcomes. He’d miss his “little Brian,” but most of the women in his family didn’t have much in the way of curves, and was counting his blessings that he’d remained relatively androgynous. That is, until he felt a pressure build up in his chest, doubling over in discomfort as his chest ballooned out, gaining the ample bust of a chubby young mother trying to burn off the baby weight. Brian thought he looked ridiculous, with his slim frame supporting some of the largest hanging udders he had seen. If it wasn’t the occasional leaking ruining his shirts, it was him accidentally slapping against doorframes or tables. He was considering a reduction, but he knew Rachel would never go along with it, given her changes. Physically, the Role Exchanger didn’t touch her, but mentally... not so much; she was mostly the same person, but her sexuality was switched with their perverted neighbor. She was into women now, so at least they were able to still be a couple, though that didn’t stop Brian from getting annoyed with his wife’s perverted tendencies. She had offered to teach him how to put on a bra, for instance, but they didn’t get very far before she abandoned the charade to honk his boobs. If that was an isolated incident, that would be fine (kind of sexy, honestly), but the frequent ass-taps and crude remarks was getting old fast.
 
Despite the regular fondling and dirty talk, activities in the bedroom had slowed to a crawl. Maybe her sexual preferences shifted farther than they initially figured, or maybe Brian was so horny that he was imagining things, but it felt like Rachel wasn’t as willing to take things to the next level. Fuck sake, he was on all fours, naked, ready to be ravished, even put his hair into pigtails like she wanted, and all she was doing was flicking herself, content with sitting on the sidelines rather than participating. He let out a small, needy whimper. Brian still adored all the attention, but more than anything he NEEDED someone make a woman out of him, and he only hoped Rachel would step up soon and be that person.