She only had one question for him: “Who?”

Initially, Eve had her doubts marrying a body hopper; for how charming and handsome Scott was, she couldn’t shake off the fact that the latter was likely due to him stealing someone else’s good looks. How wrong she was. Scott didn’t end up being a crazed sociopath out to rob her of her body while she slept, instead being a kind, loving soul. The sex was also pretty hype. Whenever the mood fancied them, he’d go out in search of a mount for his adventurous wife to sleep with. Sometimes she’d have a type in mind, other times it was dealer’s choice, with every body being easy on the eyes and well-hung. At first, she was only willing to get fucked by other men, but after dozens of husband-controlled cocks, curiosity was driving her tastes to other pastures. So, as a “pre-Christmas” present, Scott obliged by providing his wife an outlet for her to be able to explore her bi awakening monogamously, if perhaps not virtuously. 

Scott’s pouty lips curled into his signature smirk, “Well, remember the fender-bender you got into a few months ago?”

In contrast, Eve’s mouth was one of shock, “You’re shitting me. Her? The drunk bitch that clips me and makes MY premiums go up!”

“Turns out her family’s a regular donator to the sheriff's office, which is how she weaseled out of trouble. But no amount of Daddy’s money can keep little ol’ me from taking care of business.” 

“Wait, so,” Eve straightened herself, “You didn’t, like...”

“Ah ah ah,” Scott brought a hand to her cheek, and already her worries melted away, “You’ll ruin the surprise, darling. Besides,” he dropped the second ribbon, now exposing both pink nipples, “how can you think about that when I’m right. Here?”

Not needing to be told twice, Eve lunged at her currently-female spouse, pinning him down with one hand as he let out a sweet-sounding yelp, while the other ran down past his flat stomach and between his his inviting, opening thighs... 

Come Christmas morning, Scott was still in his borrowed form, curled up as little spoon to Eve. Unlike their other “hookups,” the couple decided he should keep a hold of his mount; for how much Eve couldn’t stand its original owner, they both had to admit, a perfect body like that is not the kind treasure you just throw away. So until they grew bored fooling around with/as a petite, curvy blonde (which wouldn’t be anytime soon), they would HAVE to live their lives in sapphic bliss. To add to the stereotypical lesbian relationship was Eve’s actual present: a tiny little dog she named Princess with a seemingly constant surly attitude, always nipping at Scott’s graceful new feet.