My wife was right

My wife was right. The genie really was trouble.
In the course of cleaning up my uncle’s place after he died, I found an old lamp. I laughingly rubbed it and was startled when a real genie sprang up between my wife and I.
“I will grant you three wishes,” he boomed.
My wife warned me that genies could be tricky. “We should think about our wishes carefully.”
But I was too excited. We were both in our late fifties and complaining about our health problems. Besides, I was wishing what was best for the both of us.
“I wish we both had the bodies we had at age twenty one.”
“Granted.”
There was a puff of smoke and when it cleared I found myself looking at my 21-year-old self. I gasped and jolted back, feeling my body jiggle and move in strange ways. Staring down at myself, I found my wife’s perfect – and much younger – tits hanging from my chest as long hair fell down one eye.
I looked up at her, abashed, my tiny mouth falling open. She was right. The genie had given us our youthful bodies back but swapped us.
“I told you to wait,” my wife growled in my voice.
“Let’s wish us back!”
“No! We have to carefully consider our words so it doesn’t get worse,” she said with a smirk.
I was beginning to think she was enjoying this.

In the finale, Andrew’s only hope of escape from the mob’s high-end brothel is to learn to use his wife’s body to pleasure as many rich men as possible in Swapped by the Mob 3, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.