On the bright side, I did get to keep the house and got all her clothes in the divorce so you'll have more options to wear soon. We'll have to figure out what to do about your insurance though since we're no longer married and she also has your degree now.
But for all their politeness, they refuse to help me with the draft. I had to give my football knowledge in the swap to Erica so she'd know how to do my job for the week and now I can't remember which one is the important one. Is it the kicker? It's called football after all.
But for all their politeness, they refuse to help me with the draft. I had to give my football knowledge in the swap to Erica so she'd know how to do my job for the week and now I can't remember which one is the important one. Is it the kicker? It's called football after all.
Ohmygawwwd, did I just say that out loud? I didn't mean that baby, I'm still your fiancee but your friend Chelsea is such a bimbo that I can't help it! I can't even miss my dick normally, Chelsea's libido just butts in.
But I'm sure you know that. She is your bestie after all. I just can't wait to go back to being your man. And uh, weird question, does this magical non-forever spray smell just like cheap sunscreen to you? Magic is crazy!
Ohmygawwwd, did I just say that out loud? I didn't mean that baby, I'm still your fiancee but your friend Chelsea is such a bimbo that I can't help it! I can't even miss my dick normally, Chelsea's libido just butts in.
But I'm sure you know that. She is your bestie after all. I just can't wait to go back to being your man. And uh, weird question, does this magical non-forever spray smell just like cheap sunscreen to you? Magic is crazy!
Guess all that time getting comfortable with him really paid off. Now me, a red-blooded dude, isn't totally repulsed by having a man inside *my vagina*. I'm even saying *my vagina* unironically now. That showerhead has really done a number on me.
I guess it's good that we're not staying an extra weekend before I find out what else *doesn't* repulse me. My best friend already looks at me weird enough. Still, it was an amazing trip and I am a bit sad to see it end. All that time trying to get used to this figure and this body and right when it starts to click, it's time to change back. Actually, that's probably reason enough to change back.
Might as well get another cocktail. Hopefully I won't have to deal with this hangover in my male body tomorrow. If not, it'll be a small price to pay to get my dick and pride back.
I know I should fight this, and I'm trying, but I keep finding my hand gently rubbing my tummy and just... wondering. What's happening to me?
All I know is that I'll be going to church on Sunday.
You're breaking your father's heart by reminding him of the baseball loving son he lost. Just be Daddy's Little Princess. He wants that, it's easier for everyone. You should be happy your father is so supportive, even though this alternate-you is a bit of a floozy who got knocked up out of wedlock.
What? I'm just being honest! From what I hear around town, *no one's* surprised I'm about to have a grandchild. After you give birth, we might need to have a talk about not spreading your legs for anyone who calls you pretty. For Pete's sake, you don't even know the father.
Look, I'm sorry, but this is your life after the Reality Swap. You won't be the first woman to go through this. You've seen the stories, it could be worse. And have you given any thought to calling your old best friend? I know, I know, I know, but he seems nice and still interested. Also, I've seen the way you look at him. Trust me you're going to want a man in your life going forward.
Sure, she'll be pissed, but I don't think it'll take long to convince her that her silly little boyfriend was never much of a man at all. I mean, look at him!
We can find her another boy to date, but *she's* mine now. At my age, you don't get many opportunities at love and I'm taking mine.