In Plain Sight

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail as I stared at my former body entertaining the other party guests. Geez, was he working out that much? Never in my wildest dreams did I think Sofia could thrive in my body like she had, but that she did.

Drunk and despondent I ended up on her doorstep, “Sofia, you have to convince her to get back with me! Come on, you are her best friend. I don’t want the kids to have divorced parents.” She asked me if what she heard was true? Yes, I had an alcohol problem and anaffair. She then told me the one way she was sure to win back my wife.

Three weeks later I was in Sofia’s apartment, wearing her clothes, in her body. ‘I am Sofia Aragon’ I thought in disbelief. Sofia said she could reason with my wife and get me sober, we just had to switch bodies at Second Chance Inc for a while. I balked, she asked me if I wanted to loose the kids? No way.

As Sofia, I did retain some of her original ‘cues’ to make getting by easier. For instance, I painted my toenails as easily as the original Sofia (I actually wanted to, I sadly realized) and it felt natural to sway my hips as I walked or make feminine gestures in conversation. So I settled into life as Sofia, as a lowly office administrator. From a family perspective, it was a 180 turn. I saw my own kids more than I ever had, though now as their babysitter Sofia. My wife once again became my confidant (she didn’t know I was in her body), we hadn’t been friends for years; though now our relationship was quite transformed. We were strictly friends, never kissing or fucking like in the past. She had no hesitancy changing in front of me in the changing room trying on clothes together knowing the mutual womanhood we shared. And oddly for me, she encouraged me to see other people, men.

She and Sofia in my body insisted I go on a blind date. I politely refused, no way I would date a man I thought. They were persistent. Okay, one date just to make them shut up. I sat down at the restaurant, and was greeted with one of old friends. At least it could be cool hanging out again. Wrong. Sure it was fun, but too much fun. I said yes to another date and another. Darn it Sofia, she knew her body would rivet over my old friend. As much as the male part of my mind protested, my heart leapt every time he texted. The first time I became truly intimate with him, I had no hesitancy with all the excuses I conjured. I knew Sofia in my body was shagging my wife based on what my wife told me (‘The sex has never been better’). Why couldn’t I have a little fun? I eagerly let him pump into me after our double dates with my wife and Sofia in my body.

I remember rushing to Sofia in my body with the news, my boyfriend had proposed. I said yes. “So what are we going to do?” I asked. She told me she couldn’t imagine going back to her body and being married to a stranger. I couldn’t imagine letting my boyfriend down. A vision of me pumping out kids and being a dutiful housewife flashed through my mind. There was no going back.

As I fixed my hair, I stared at Sofia in my body using my arms to hug my wife as they laughed in our circle of friends. Six months ago we agreed to switch bodies permanently, and 6 minutes ago I was being fucked furtively by my Fiance in the guest cottage of my former home. My panties were down around my ankles and my skirted top over the lamp as he thrust his body into mine. Darn, my breasts were still tender from him sucking them, and I could feel his cum leaking out my vagina into the light pad in my panties. I recalled my lusty moans and coming out of cottage with clear sex hair, did my wife know? I remember how accidentally a few months back I called her an affectionate nickname I used to call her as a guy and she raised an eyebrow, did my wife know who I really was? She waved at me from across the yard surrounded by a few party guests, “Sofia come over here and meet…” Maybe she doesn’t suspect a thing.

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