Clarissa had just finished her third martini tonight and had just ordered a fourth. It came and she picked it up, her hand shaking slightly as she did. It wasn't from the alcohol, her nerves were shot and she thought that maybe the booze would calm her down some. While it did seem to help a little, it was making her less precise, dulling her senses some when she needed them most.

She then walked over to the booth and sat down, looking at the younger man in front of her who was smiling seductively. He knew why he was here. She didn't like her husband? Fine, he'd be happy to be the man she really needed.

She took another sip of her drink as they engaged in small talk, her not wanting to make it look like she was meeting him for anything but an innocent purpose but anyone walking by would be able to tell that in a moment. It was obvious, her nervousness, his poise, and their age gap made all of this rather apparent.

Soon, she just asked if they could go, that she'd pull the car around. He smiled and agreed. They both got into the car, her in the driver's seat and him in the front passenger's seat, and that was the last anyone saw until later.

The next time anyone saw either of them there was some debate as to how to categorize this. One person walked through the door, but when that person has the head of him and has the body of her, it does tend to create a bit of confusion.

He did stumble a little, the alcohol she had earlier still coursing somewhat through his veins (though the heels certainly didn't help matters) and he ordered another martini. He then asked if he could sit alone and the staff, not really knowing what else to do and enough very curious to see how this played out let him go to a small side room used mostly for parties.

He walked in, found a seat, and sat, draining his drink and laughing. He crossed his legs, looking down at those mature, nylon-covered beauties that were her best feature, and gave his knee a feel, smiling and laughing at how it feel on his womanly hand.

So, she grafted his head onto her body. So there really was someone looking around for a handsome guy like him who was trying to do this. He had heard someone had tried on several occasions, but had chickened out each time.

He got up, looking himself up and down, then adjusted his dress around his hips and breasts and smiled. He had been right that it was her. She had been so jittery, it was either her or she was the most scared adulterer he had ever seen! He had guessed right, though. She probably thought he would be angry at all of this, confused and pissed at losing his handsome younger male body.

That, he thought as he walked back to the bar and decided to sit there and have another drink, could not be further from the truth. He loved every bit of this.