Stuck in his wife’s body to pay back a debt, Andrew tries out being a cam girl and a stripper in the hopes that he can pay back the mob as quickly as possible and set everything right in Swapped by the Mob 2, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.
Andrew’s first full day in the brothel while stuck in his wife’s body sees him learning about makeup and clothes and manners before exploring the variety of money-making opportunities on offer.
He doesn’t want to show off his new body on camera. Doesn’t want to strip in front of a crowd. Doesn’t want to do sexy and degrading things in his wife’s body.
But he’s got no other option if he ever wants to pay back his debt and get out of here.
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Gabriella woke Andrew the next morning. “Come on, sleepyhead, time to get up.”
Andrew rubbed his eyes, briefly disoriented at feeling his soft new features before the events of yesterday came back to him. He tossed the covers off and stood in his wife’s body before slumping to the bathroom. It was awkward and weirdly intimate using the toilet as her. When he finished he washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror.
His wife’s face looked back. Her brunette hair was a mess, falling down scruffily to her shoulders. Slight circles beneath her eyes. But that was still her cute little nose. Her lips that he’d kissed so soften. Her cheeks that he’d caressed. Now on him. He was naked and his eyes glanced down at his chest. The breasts he’d so often admired were now on his chest and a tingle of longing zipped through him as he stared at himself. Strange that he still desired her even while being her.
By now Gabriella was completely dressed. For a certain definition of completely. She wore a flowery-pink spaghetti strap sundress that clung to her light form. Braless, so her nipples pressed out against the light fabric. It ended just below her ass cheek, giving the merest glimpse of dark red thong nestling against her semi-hidden sex. Her blonde hair perfectly framed her oval face, bangs curling down gently over her forehead. She stepped up behind Andrew and put her hands on his shoulders.
“Let’s introduce you to your new routine.”
Gabriella opened the cupboard behind the mirror. It was stuffed with beauty products. Jars and vials and brushes and lotions and palettes and wipes and cleansers and foams and curlers and glosses and combs and eyeliners and pencils and mascaras and blushes. She showed Andrew what to use to clean his face and moisturize his skin. Despite his nudity, she was all business this morning.
“This is your new skin care routine,” she said. “You need to take care of this body. It’s your money maker and the only way you’re going to get out of here.”
Then Gabriella began guiding him on applying his makeup. She handed him each product and explained what to do, watching critically as he applied them. Andrew dabbed some base onto his wife’s cheeks, spreading it across her skin, fingers following the new contours of his face. He still wasn’t used to being so smooth and he missed his stubbly features. He’d rarely touched Vanessa’s face outside of sex or making out, which gave him a shivery erotic charge to now be stroking her face, letting his fingers dance over her cute features.
Gabriella corrected him occasionally. Wiped it off and made him start again. After a few tries she told him it was acceptable and Andrew turned his head this way and that to look a himself. Then she made him brush the tangles out of his hair. Blow-dry it and spray it with product so it fell down in silken waves.
“Where are you going to start today?” Gabriella asked him as they went to the closet to pick out clothes.
“What do you mean?”
“You doing cam girl shit, strip clubbing or fucking?”
Andrew blushed. “Uh, cam girl, I guess. Not sure I want another guy to touch my wife.”
He wanted to treat Vanessa’s body right and he figured being a cam girl by himself was better than showing off her body to strangers or, worse, let her be taken by a stranger. He felt a responsibility to his wife to take care of her body. She wasn’t the type to sleep around and had had few lovers in her life. Maybe it was her conservative upbringing or maybe it was just who she was, but she’d never been particularly enthusiastic about sex. She was game for what he wanted, but she stayed quiet about her own desires. Didn’t like talking about it and Andrew couldn’t get out of her whether she’d ever really orgasmed with him despite his best efforts. His offers to please her with tongue or fingers just made her ever more self-conscious until she found some excuse to end the conversation.
Gabriella shrugged. “That’s what they all say until they find out the pay. All right then,” Gabriella pulled open the chest of drawers. “Cam girls gotta pretend they’re in their own bedroom and they just woke up feeling like they want to talk to some horny strangers. No one wants to know it’s a fuck factory.”
She handed him a long, flimsy tee shirt branded with a midwestern university logo. He put it on and it draped down his body, falling to just above his knees. White lace panties hid beneath it.
“This is it?” Andrew asked, feeling supremely naked as he looked at his wife’s reflection in the mirror. Gabriella rested her hands on his shoulders and appraised him.
“I reckon you can just about pull off the college girl look,” Gabriella said. “Wearing the boyfriend’s shirt. That kind of shit.”
Vanessa did look hot. Clean and innocent with the makeup just hinting at her sexuality. Andrew looked away, blushing as heat crept up his insides.
There were about a dozen other women in the dining room when Andrew and Gabriella entered. They were all in various states of sexy dress. Some, like Andrew, in sleepwear. Others in skimpy bras and panties. The breakfast, like dinner the night before, was healthy. Fruits and yogurt and wheat toast.
Andrew and Gabriella took a seat at the table with some others.
“They feed us well here,” Andrew said.
“You expecting this brothel to be just some dingy dungeon where they throw granola bars at you in between dicks?” Gabriella asked with a smirk. She shook her head. “These guys are fancy. Their clients are high end and they expect you to keep up that image.”
“And if I don’t?” Andrew asked. A curly-haired redhead who sat next to him chimed in. “Then Madame Elizabeth takes care of you. And if you still don’t shape up they can make it worse.”
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