“Yech.” Jim reflexively recoiled at the pasty man’s body in front of him. He had just disrobed to take a shower, relax a bit, but couldn’t even run the faucet before the interruption. Still, as to not insult anyone, he tried to backpedal, put on a poker face, though judging from how disappointed his bathroom companion looked, he wasn’t quick enough. 

“Oh my gawd. Babe! I’m so sorry.” Completely in the nude, Riley’s hands shot downwards to cover herself up, though she still hadn’t averted her gaze from leering at her husband like a slab of beef. “I just… you left the door open so I thought we were finally ready to…”

Jim muttered out an “It’s fine,” before briskly exiting. Damn, had he not closed the door all the way? He was sure he did. As he brushed past, he couldn’t help but notice that Riley was still staring and had begun slowly rubbing at her crotch. Whether she was doing this consciously or not, it was shameless and Jim wasn’t interested in what was sure to come next.

The FOSE had certainly made a mess out of Jim and Riley’s relationship. Both were victims of the Event, swapped into bodies of people fantasizing about them against their will. Jim had been at home in the study, book in one hand and a drink in the other, when he suddenly found himself face down, tousled dirty-blonde hair in his eyes, mouth full in bedding, ass in the air, being entered by something long and hard. Apparently, Jim had his “sexy teacher” look down pat and one of his female students took notice, with him being on her mind during what must not have been particularly mind-blowing sex. Jim wasn’t THRILLED about suddenly losing his manhood and gaining giant, swinging tits larger than his own head in exchange, but there were worse bodies to be stuck in. Naturally, he still missed his old body, but the prospect of living as a woman drew in a certain appeal for him; being a decade younger and so full of energy was a significant bonus. Not to mention he was drop-dead gorgeous. 

All the while Riley wasn’t as blessed, ending up shifted into her pervy coworker. Too often before the FOSE, she returned home with horror stories about the creep who lurked around her desk, finding excuses to get in close, sniffing her hair when he thought she didn’t notice… Now she had his awkward, scrunchy face, and now Jim had to contend with those creepy personality traits that had been unfortunately unloaded onto his wife. Jim had been making excuses since the swap, claiming that he still hadn’t acquired the sexuality of his new body, thus still into women. A lie, of course: Jim had been testing out his equipment every opportunity he had alone, getting off fantasizing about older men, men who resembled how he used to look in more than one way. In truth, Jim simply wasn’t attracted to how his wife looked (and with a tiny pecker like the one she was rocking, there was NO way she’d be able to satisfy him in any way that mattered.) This wasn’t the case for Riley, her mind adapting TOO well to match her new form, acting indistinguishable from the straight, desperately horny man lusting over the freckled bombshell living in her home she appeared to be, but she respected her partner’s wishes and didn’t make a move on him. But Jim knew that respect wouldn’t last, and the incident in the shower was only the beginning. He sighed to himself. The idea turned Jim’s stomach some, but as he dressed, he debated whether a handjob would keep Riley from asking for sex, at least for another week or so…