A man is accidentally transformed into an identical twin of his MILF coworker and struggles to find a way to change back in Double Trouble 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.
Jason and Marcy are coworkers and friends. Even though he’s in his mid-twenties and she’s in her late thirties and married with kids, they have a lot in common and think of each other as ‘work husband and wife’. Their conversation is easy and their flirtation is harmless. Mostly. There’s a bit of Jason that refuses to admit he’s attracted to her cute face and her curvy MILF figure.
He would never imagine that one day he would have her figure and be her twin, but that’s what happens when they run into a strange woman on the street who curses them. Thinking it’s a joke, Marcy accidentally activates the curse, instantly transforming Jason into her identical twin, clothes and all.
Jason can’t go home looking like this. His girlfriend wouldn’t believe him. With nowhere else to go, Marcy sneaks him into her house and hides him in the guest bedroom. All alone, Jason’s curiosity about his sensual new body gets the best of him and he explores himself fully.
All they have to do is find the woman and get her to change him back, right? But with two Marcy’s running around, it’s not going to be as easy as it seems.
Jason scooted his desk chair close to Marcy and leaned over to change the colors on her monitor, upping the contrast.
“There, that was really bugging me,” he said.
“Then don’t look at my screen so much!” Marcy teased him, laughing her beautiful tingling laugh.
“Your work’s more interesting than mine,” Jason grinned. “Besides, I’m just trying to protect your eyes.”
“Oh, well, thank you kind sir. What would I ever do without you?” she replied, her dark eyes twinkling with laughter.
“Probably have bad eyes.”
“Too late for that,” she said, chuckling again.
Jason rolled his chair back to his desk and leaned back in it, resting his lean hands in his lap. “Bet your eyes are better than mine.”
“No way.”
“Here,” Jason said, handing her his black-framed glasses. “Try ‘em.”
She took his glasses and slipped them on, blinking owlishly. “Oh my god, you are blind,” she laughed again.
He watched her with a grin. At 39 she was older than him by 15 years. But much cuter, with a gentle, motherly figure. Ample breasts that tugged gently at the white blouse she wore. Her black skirt clung to her wide hips, drawing Jason’s eye to her legs whenever she shifted (even though he knew it was wrong he couldn’t help it). Pretty face with a perfect button nose. Half-Fijian, with sun-kissed skin. She was always put together. Nails polished and painted. Outfit perfect. Long brunette hair silky and smoothed down to fall over her shoulders. Today she wore her hair in a ponytail that danced whenever she laughed. And he loved to make her laugh. She was married and he had a serious girlfriend, but they called each other ‘work spouses’. Just harmless flirting. Though, if Jason was being honest, there was a tiny undercurrent of serious flirting.
“The government lets you drive like this?” Marcy teased him once again, before handing his glasses back and wiping her eyes.
“It’s not that bad.” He popped them back on his face, getting a quick hit of her fruity hand lotion as he did so. The scent was delightful, sparking the briefest hint of longing inside him.
“Is your vision better or worse with your eyes closed?”
Jason snorted. “It’s a toss-up.”
She laughed again, covering her mouth and shaking, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him with amusement.
Jason stretched his lanky body, raising his long, lean arms above his head. He always felt awkward in his lanky body compared to Marcy’s easy grace. He couldn’t get his unruly blonde hair to cooperate in anything resembling a decent cut. His sense of style was ‘whatever was on sale’. Marcy was a little high maintenance for him and it would never work out between them, which made the flirting that much more harmless.
Jason’s watch was admonishing him that it was time to stand and he was sick of looking at a screen. Plus, it was close enough to noon anyway.
“All right,” Jason clapped his hands. “You ready for lunch?”
“Absolutely,” she nodded, sending the ponytail jiggling.
They clicked off their computers and strolled down to the lobby. Marcy stepped into the elevator first and Jason forced himself not to glance at her delightfully wiggly figure. She was shorter than him by a foot and as he leaned against the elevator wall across from her she played with the top button on her blouse, drawing Jason’s eye down her ample cleavage despite his best efforts. He would never say anything inappropriate, having the lessons of HR drilled into him and everyone else on an annual basis, but sometimes his eyes had a mind of their own.
“What do you feel like?” She asked him, still fiddling with her top button.
Jason focused on looking her in the eye and absolutely not letting his gaze swoop across her cute-as-hell nose down to her chest.
“Sushi?” He suggested.
“Sounds good.”
It was a warm spring day and the sidewalks of the city were bustling with the lunch crowd. Businesspeople come down from the towers along both sides of the street and formed orderly lines at the little cafes and lunch counters and food trucks nearby. The sushi place was a few blocks down from the engineering firm where they both worked and they walked in companionable silence.
As they waited in line, Marcy pulled out her phone and frowned at a text. “Oh, dear.”
“Trouble at home?” Jason asked, looking over at her, admiring for just a fraction of a second her perfect profile with the graceful chin and upturned nose.
“My daughter’s not feeling well. But I think she’s just got a test she doesn’t want to take,” Marcy replied, before typing out a reply, manicured nails flashing as her fingers danced across the phone.
Marcy had an 18 year old daughter who was, apparently, just like her mother in that she enjoyed buying clothes and looking pretty. Unlike her mother, though, she hadn’t yet learned to buckle down and study. Marcy often told Jason that if there was a class about getting your nails done, her daughter would ace it.
“What did you tell her?”
“I told her to woman up and take the test.”
“Tough love.”
“I swear,” Marcy said, shaking her head and putting her phone away. “Sometimes she just needs someone to call her out on her shit.”
They reached the counter, where Jason added a collection of sushi to his plate before dribbling some soy sauce on top. He paid and grabbed some napkins and some chopsticks.
“Showoff,” Marcy smiled, the edges of her lips quirking up as she grabbed a fork instead.
“Getting it to my mouth with these makes me feel like I’ve really earned the right to eat.” Jason said.
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