It was their 25th anniversary together, so Robert and Alison wanted to arrange something very special. The Swap Motel, a quaint bed and breakfast, was always on their mind during holidays, but it was couple hours drive away from the city proper, and never made the time. For their special week, however, they finally took the plunge reserved a suite. It was a highly-acclaimed place for a romantic getaway, nestled within the scenic mountainside, the rooms beautiful, well-furnished with a rustic feel, but all that was secondary, a backdrop to the real pull of booking with the Motel. As the name suggests, guests of the Swap Motel were required to spend their time in another person’s skin, picked from the other visitors, or sometimes even from the staff. Robert and Alison knew about swapping, sure- they weren’t THAT old- but were still nervous about getting out of their comfort zone. It took courage, but Alison and Robert both agreed that as long as they had each other, they could manage spending time in other peoples bodies. Heck, it might even be a bit of fun! 

The lovebirds didn’t have much preference as to who they would be swapping with, wanting instead to dive straight in with a completely random swap. They knew they had a roughly 50-50 shot of crossing gender lines, but neither of them could have anticipated just how different they would become. Robert may have gotten a little scrawnier with age, but in his heyday, he was in varsity basketball back in school, starting center, so the usually 6’2’’ man never felt so compact, losing literally a foot and a half of height and feeling as though he was now wider than he was tall. It was a brand new experience- the point of swapping in the first place- and most importantly Robert was enjoying himself, spending a little too much time with the foreplay before getting in the bath, drinking in his new body, caressing his supple curves, softly splashing his dainty feet in the shallow water, just tussling his full head of hair that nearly reached down to his plump ass. But he was positively blasé compared to how Alison was worshiping his borrowed femininity. She wasn’t as physically imposing as Robert’s original body, but any male body appeared huge in his smaller form. Plus, she was solidly built, was able and willing to throw him around like a ragdoll, and was packing some generous “endowments” below the waist. Speaking of… “Oh, Robert! Are you done, my love? I was thinking of you washing up, and now I can’t BEAR to be apart any longer.” A chuckle, “Guys were right, huh? These thing have a mind of their own!”

“Oop,” Robert closed the valve on the tub. Bath time would have to wait; anniversaries don’t come by every day, and what kind of partner would he be if he kept his “man” waiting? Plus, Robert had found the musty scent he’d worked up during their previous sessions drove Alison absolutely bananas, and he wanted her extra animated for what was to come.