Valentine's Day
Just thinking of him made Scott's heart throb. Luke did all of this for him, a romantic gesture for Valentine's Day. Scott had to fight hard with his mind to remind himself that Luke didn't do all of that for him, but rather for his wife Chloe, whose voluptous body he was inhabitating after they broke by mistake a cursed statue. Scott knew he was a man, married to Chloe best friend Frances, but it was getting harder and harder to cling on the memory, as Luke was a perfect husband that was making him feeling special and great as a woman.
Suddenly, Scott felt the urge to leave the room and run away from him before he was too late and nothing will remain of his old male life. Already he felt distant towards Frances, thinking of her not as the love of his life, but as her college roommate and best friend. He stood up from the bed and started to make it toward the bathroom where he left his clothes, when Luke called him.
"Leaving so soon, Scott?"
"N-no I-I...Wait a second...h-how do you know?"
"Oh, I've known it for some days now. I know Chloe pretty well at this point. She was never as thoughtful as you were since you two swapped. Nor was she as careful of her looks for me. She would have never wore such a set of matched lingerie for Valentine's Day."
Scott grew red in embarassment, realizing he was only wearing a bra and panties. Moreover, he felt utterly in love with Luke.
"Y-you knew i-it and still you d-did all of this...for me?" he said with a trembling voice.
Luke got closer and hugged him.
"Yes. Because I love you. You are the perfect woman that Chloe never was, too busy thinking about herself. You made me fall in love again with my wife."
Scott felt butterflies in his stomach and right there he knew that there was no turning back. He was a woman, he was Chloe and was married to Luke. She just wanted to kiss her husband passionately and make tender love to him all night.
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