Hope

Erik placed his left knee on the window and scanned the street with hope and expectation. “Why is Naomi late today? She’s usually punctual and she told me she’d be back in time to swap back before dinner. Wasn’t there a 72-hour rule before this became permanent? This was fun but I want my male body back, especially before my…I mean her…period hits!” The thong in his ass was pinching him in all the wrong places, not to mention the annoying belt and the high heels which were gorgeous to look at but torture to wear. He also felt the urge to pee but he just didn’t want to do it anymore as a woman so he squeezed his legs tight and kept looking anxiously out the window waiting for Naomi to return.