Evan swaps bodies with his friend’s mom to keep her body in shape in Perfect Fit, available on Smashwords, Amazon and wherever ebooks are sold.
Claire is an elegant housewife whose days revolve around organizing and looking good for her husband. Evan does odd jobs for cash while he goes through college. But his oddest job of all is swapping bodies with Claire and giving her body a workout. In every possible way.
“I know,” the brunette agreed. Taking a glug of her water, she added, “You’re coming to yoga, right?”
For a moment, he panicked. Was he supposed to? Was that Mrs. Slattery’s routine? No… she’d said one class. Right? He bought himself some time, replying, “Um, not sure. I’ve, umm—”
“Come! You know you always relent eventually, Claire,” the brunette insisted as she headed for the door. “I’m going to hit the elliptical, then I’m coming back to get you. Don’t make me do yoga alone.”
The second she left the room, Evan took the opportunity to call Mrs. Slattery.
She picked up on the second ring. “Everything ok?”
“Got to be quick,” he said quietly. “There’s a bossy woman with dark brown hair and a giant pink rolex asking if I’m going to yoga. Am I supposed to go?”
“No, don’t do yoga. It’s full of people I know. And all they do in that class, is gossip. They’ll know something is up.”
“Should I just leave then?” Evan asked. “Run past the woman before she tries to twist my arm some more?”
“No,” Mrs. Slattery said thoughtfully. “She’s Deb Klein, the wife of one of Marcus’s biggest clients. I don’t want to risk her seeing you sneaking past and feeling insulted.”
“What then?” he pressed.
“Just lay low until yoga starts.” Her voice brightened as an idea clearly came to her. “Hit the showers; she won’t follow you in there.”
“The what?” he yelped. She wasn’t honestly suggesting he take her body into the shower.
But Mrs. Slattery just ignored his squeaky question and was already rambling off a plan, “Take a shower and change. By the time you come out, she’ll be safely ensconced in the yoga room.”
“Umm, ok.”
“Everything’s in my locker.”
The locker room was more of a spa than the basic gym locker room Evan expected. White and gray marbled floors gave way to sleek, wooden shelves. Everything was pristine and shiny. Evan grabbed a warm towel from the rack and then dropped his bag into a polished oak locker that looked brand new. He slipped out of his shoes and padded on dainty feet towards one of the shower stalls, his heart hammering in his chest with excitement.
The stalls, like the rest of the room, were impressive: full size enclosures with floor to ceiling doors. Each one less a stall than a room of its own. Again, each was pristine and included some tiny bottles of shampoo, conditioner and body wash.
Evan grasped his top, took a deep breath, and peeled it off. He could feel the weight shift on his chest as his breasts were freed, and he dropped the top to the floor and gazed down at his friend’s mom’s breasts. Fuck, they were beautiful. Not overly large, but perfectly shaped, light teardrops that hung from his chest, swaying slightly with his every motion. The skin was smooth, the nipples two silver-dollar sized strawberry pink circles. He could just about cover each one with his hand, and he did so, taking the opportunity to feel up the gorgeous body he’d spent the last hour inside. He squeezed lightly, enjoying their soft-firmness, the way the skin flexed and jiggled beneath his manicured fingers. It was incredible watching Mrs. Slattery feel herself up from his new perspective, watching her hands grasp and fondle her tits, and a prickle of warmth began between his legs.
He rolled his yoga pants off, revealing thicker thighs and a more cushioned ass than he was used to, as well as long, gorgeous legs. A ghostly whisper of a stretch mark here and there the only telltale sign of her age. And then there was his pussy. Evan gazed at himself with wonder, his eyes traveling across the perfectly trimmed ‘v’ of Mrs. Slattery’s caramel colored bush, her slit just visible beneath. When he kicked the pants off he could feel the lips of his pussy sliding together, already lubricated from the sight of himself.
He turned on the shower and stepped in, his body jiggling in strange and wonderful ways now that he was naked. The water was hot on his skin and felt amazing as it sluiced down between his breasts and over his plump little ass. He ducked his face into the spray and wiped his face, fingers trailing across the light contours of his tiny upturned nose and smooth cheeks. He let his hands play over Claire’s face, touching her sensually, enjoying his new softness as the yearning inside her body grew ever more urgent.
Evan picked up the body wash and squirted some onto his hand. It smelled of apricot and honey, a perfectly girly scent to spread on his new body. He took his time soaping himself up, fingers running over his breasts, picking them up and dropping them, watching them bounce against his chest.
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