Jen was jealous. Her husband Jonah was hyper successful - a brilliant businessman through and through. Ever since he was employed at Megadisc, one of the world’s leading computer hardware manufacturers, he had been getting promotion after promotion, climbing through the ranks quicker than anyone before. In fact, he was expected to be promoted to CEO in the next few years. Meanwhile, Jen was stuck as a meager housewife. She had spent years studying to get her master’s degree in biology, and was considering going all the way for her doctorate until she and Jonah settled down. Now all she did was clean the house and cook. They didn’t even have children, yet Jonah insisted that she remain at home, much to her chagrin.
“Ugh, why don’t we just hire a maid or a personal chef? God knows we could afford it off of Jonah’s paycheck. Our house is already paid off and it’s not like we want to move somewhere better. We have so much money that we just do nothing with. Without me caring for this house, I’d be free to pursue my own career, but no, I have to stay home!”
Jen muttered to herself while she cooked dinner. She wasn’t a bad chef by any means; after all, she had had plenty of practice as a housewife, but she resented the job anyway. Although she moaned about her condition aloud right now, inside she was giddy; Jonah was heading on a business trip tomorrow, and she had gotten a plan for while he was gone. Just as she was finishing up her cooking, she heard the garage door opening.
“Jen, dear! I’m home!” Jonah called out.
“Oh! How was your day, honey?” she responded.
“Ah, it was fine, I suppose. Most of it was spent planning for my trip. Next week should be plenty busy. After a day of internal meetings, we’ll be having an investor meeting to finish up the quarter and management is panicking, as our major project is running behind schedule. We planned on showing off our newest noise blocking microphone tech, which can remove all extra noise and uses an algorithm to analyse and fill in the speaker’s voice so that it sounds ultra clear, yet we can only get it to work in a staged setting so far. I’m not looking forward to how all of this will turn out. Anyway, is dinner ready? It’s already 7:00 and I’m starving.”
“Yes, honey, I just finished preparing it! Tonight I made homemade meatballs and mashed potatoes; it’s an old family recipe for it. Plus, I made some curry ketchup, since I know you like it!”
She gave him a peck on the cheek and walked into the kitchen. A few moments later she walked out with the pot of meatballs.
“Ah! Here, let me help you, dear!”
Jonah got up from where he had been sitting and grabbed some potholders for her to set the hot pot down on. The mashed potatoes came out soon after.
With all of the food prepared, the two sat down and began to eat dinner.
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About half an hour later, the couple’s hunger was satiated, and they cleaned up their messy plates. Jen washed the dirty pots and pans, while Jonah lay on the couch and scrolled through his social media. Jen seemed awfully cheery while doing the dishes, singing to herself and striking up conversation more than usual, something which Jonah quickly picked up on.
“Dear, has something come up? Just yesterday you were in a funk because I wouldn’t let you apply for a job, yet today you seem better than ever. Are you that excited for me to go off on my trip?” He said, jokingly.
“Ah, don’t worry about it. I’d never look forward to being away from you, honey. It’s just that I have things planned for your trip. I’m going to have lunch with some friends tomorrow, and I have a few books set aside to read. And, I might have a little surprise set aside for you when you get back.” She gave him a cute, eager smile, her whole body bouncing as she did so.
“Heh, a surprise. I wonder what it could be. Is there any chance that you’ll tell me about it? Even a hint?”
“Nope! Not at all!” She drew her fingers across her lips, as if zipping them closed.
“I thought not. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to wait. It’ll make the whole trip worth it, hopefully.”
“I hope so too. I sure like it, and I hope you will too!”
The rest of the night went by as they hung out together on their phones, enjoying each other’s presence. Yet, it soon grew late and they retired to bed. But Jonah still had some energy left in him.
“Dear, it’ll be a few more days until we see each other again. Err, how would you feel about a quick round? Of sex, I mean.”
Although Jen wasn’t at all in the mood, she still found herself answering yes. Maybe it was just that she didn’t want to disappoint him, or maybe it was because she too would miss him? She just didn’t know.
She pulled down his trousers, exposing his growing erection. She planted a few soft kisses on the head of his shaft, before licking sensually along the length of it.
“Wow, you’re already so hard, you stud!” she eagerly complimented him. “Now let’s see how fast I can get you off!”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jen opened up her mouth to receive his erect cock. She went all the way, her lips going all the way to his crotch. She found this a little odd; while she thought was fairly good at blowjobs, he never remembered any time she’d deepthroated him before, yet not only did she seem unnaturally good at it, but she eagerly wanted to do it more, as if something was in the back of her head telling her to.
“Ohhhhh… dear… I…” Jonah moaned as she bobbed her head on his dick. “I’m… gonna… hnnnnnnnggg…”
He grabbed the back of her head, keeping her mouth wrapped around his erection as he came. Oddly enough, Jen didn’t really mind. She’d usually pull away as he began to cum, yet she found him cumming down her throat strangely sensual.
As soon as his orgasm was complete, he loosened his grasp on his wife’s head, letting her get off. As she regained her breath, he talked to her:
“Well, wasn’t that delightful? Thanks, babe. You did great; better than normal, even.”
He gave a strange smirk - happy, yet mischievous. It unnerved Jen a little, but she found no reason to comment on it. She had gone further than before, after all. Perhaps it was that, she rationalized.
Jonah cleaned up the little there was with a tissue, then put his pants back on. He extended a hand to help his wife get up from the ground. As she rose, he used his free arm to help scoop her up into a bridal carry. She giggled and blushed as he planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Well, what have I done to deserve this?” she asked, curious yet pleased.
“You’ve cooked dinner, and helped me to… uhh… ‘relax’ after a hard day, so I thought I could carry you to bed. I was going to go to sleep, and you usually join me, so I thought I’d have fun bringing you there.”
They went into their bedroom and began to prepare for the night ahead. Jen was worried that her husband wasn’t backed yet for the next day’s trip, yet he assured her that it all was fine, and that he’d pack early in the morning.
After the standard routine of brushing their teeth and going to the bathroom, they tucked themselves in, sleeping in nothing but their underwear, as usual.
“Goodnight!!!” Jonah said to Jen, stroking her long, light blue hair.
“Goodnight!” She returned the favor by messing up his short, spiky, blond hair. “And if I don’t see you before you leave tomorrow, have a good trip!”
“Aww, thanks, you’re always the best.”
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Jonah woke up many hours before his early flight to pack his bags. All of his rummaging around did wake up his beloved wife, yet she tried to fall back asleep. At five o’clock A.M., he finally got everything together: a suitcase filled with a few suits, ties, pants, undergarments, and toiletries; and a briefcase with his speeches and company papers. He went over to his still groggy wife, and set off for the airport.
Jen finally got up at 11:30. Realizing that she was running late for her lunch plans, she rushed to get ready, putting on a nice yellow sundress (she thought it complimented her hair nicely), and doing some quick makeup before dashing out the door at 12:15, later than she wanted.
After a nice lunch with her friend (and probably the last, she thought to herself), she began to put her plans into action. An old friend of hers from grad school, Morrigan, had pursued the creation of skinsuits, and while they were still pricey and relatively unknown, she had used some in secret to test out how well they worked. Much to her surprise, they were fully able to fully emulate the sensations and appearance of a real person - so much so that any outsiders couldn’t tell the person they viewed was merely a disguise, and the wearer, if they didn’t know better, couldn’t tell that they had ever been anyone else. Jen was going to introduce them to her husband soon, but her friend had a different idea. Knowing that her friend had some issues in her marriage, Morrigan had approached Jen a few days ago with a proposition:
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“You want me to do what?!” Jen asked her friend, astonished.
“Well, you want to have work, too, right? Surely you could take over Jonah’s life for a few days here and there without him knowing. You could be him, and he could be you. Plus, I need someone to test out my brainwashing skinsuits. You see, doing all this in private means I don’t have many people to test things on besides myself, and clearly doing one on myself would be a bad idea. So your husband would be a great test subject!” Morrigan was clearly quite excited.
“Ummm… I mean… I guess I could. You’re not wrong, I do want to work, and I believe I know enough about his job from what he tells me about it…”
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Morrigan reassured her, cutting her off. “I can give you all the business knowledge you need in your skinsuit.”
“Oh… still… I do love him - I don’t want to hurt him - but yeah, I definitely won’t get a job with his current mindset - and I’ve tried to change it… you know what, fuck it. I’ll take you up on this. But only for a few days, okay, so he doesn’t notice much is wrong when we’re done.”
“Great! He won’t even realize that he was someone else, not during, not after. Just come by my house to pick them up, I’ll have them done by the weekend, so maybe come then.”
Jen silently nodded, lost in thought about the ramifications of what she had agreed to. On one hand, she was finally getting to be the main breadwinner she had always dreamed of being; but on the other hand, her husband would be suffering dearly for it.
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As Jen’s car pulled up to Morrigan’s house, Jen was surprised to find Morrigan eagerly awaiting her outside.
“Come in, come in!” Morrigan eagerly beckoned her inside.
They stepped into Morrigan’s tiny house. Jen knew she could afford better; she had quite a few secret clients who paid her for skins, and they certainly weren’t cheap. Perhaps the smallness was from trying to keep a low profile? After all, the technology would be world changing if it fell into the wrong hands.
The house was decorated with strange machines and chemicals. Jen recognized some things from her days as a biologist, but just as many - if not more - were utterly alien to her. Morrigan rummaged around in a nearby dresser for a moment, then pulled out two skins with a small bounce.
“Well, here they are!” she exclaimed.
The sight of a hollowed out body was always a bit unnerving to Jen, but it was especially creepy to see her and her husband, nude, flopping about in front of her, casually being held by her friend. She shuffled over, gingerly took them from Morrigan, who also seemed to have a rather mischievous smile reminiscent of, yet clearly different from, the smile her husband had had the night prior. Off put by this, Jen softly thanked her friend, and left the house, not sticking around for a catch-up chat. Although the walk back to the car was short, she made sure to be as stealthy as possible. She was sure that nobody had seen her, which made her a little less tense. Just a little though.
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The rest of the week went by rather quickly, although Jen was both eager and horrified that she was looking forward to this. Despite her feelings, she went about her day as usual; mostly just hanging around: playing a video game or two, reading, and trying to pick up her violin she played back in high school and college, although she was rather unsuccessful (her muscle memory with it seemed to be failing her as of late).
The day Jonah was due to return, she cleaned the whole house so that he would return to something nice - not that it really mattered; she would be him soon enough, and she could get him to clean the house instead of her from now on.
At around 6:15 P.M., Jen heard a loud, familiar knocking at the door. She opened it for Jonah, and as he strode into his home for the first time that week, his wife draped herself around him, planting a sweet, loving kiss on his cheek. Despite her plans and issues, she still loved him.
For the next hour or so, Jonah spoke about his trip. It seemed successful as far as Jen could tell. Although the release for their new product had to be delayed to the next quarter, the engineers were able to work past the issue. Management was able to reallocate funds so that this delay wouldn’t hurt them as bad as it could, and they could put out a different project for this quarter which was ahead of schedule in development. Jen eagerly grabbed onto his words, as she knew they would be important for her in the near future. Yet, as his spiel came to a close, Jen’s heart began to beat harder than it ever had.
“Honey, remember how I had a surprise for you when you came back?” Jen asked him
“Oh, right! Sorry, I’d forgotten. But whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be wonderful!”
Jen led him back to their bedroom, and told him to close his eyes and hold out his hands. With Jonah in such a vulnerable state, she slammed the mask of her skinsuit down on his head. It immediately went into effect, and Jonah/Jen stood there as Jen stripped them of their business attire to apply the rest of it. Morrigan had assured her that the ‘victim’ wouldn’t remember any of the transformation process. Before Jen put the rest of the skin upon her husband, however, she stripped out of her dress and underwear. She slipped into her husband’s skin. It was quite roomy, although when it all was on it became firm around her. It felt good. She had only been other women before for her friend, so this was her first time being a man. She loved the strength, having a penis, and the overall manly character of her husband and decided immediately that this is how things were going to stay.
The new Jonah put the skin of Jen on the body of the old Jonah, completing the transformation process for the both of them.
“Jonah, honey, wh… what’s going on?” Jen asked her husband.
“Well, I thought you were going to give me a surprise, right? (Was my voice always like that?) You said you had something after I returned from my trip.”
Jen stood there, clearly struggling to think of what it could be. But, she quickly put two and two together.
“Oh right! We’re both naked! It must’ve been a good ol’ return fucking!”
“(I’m sorry, what?)” Jonah thought to himself. “(Why did he think that? Does the brainwashing also make the wearer hornier? At least it’s clear that they didn’t realize that they weren’t me only a few seconds ago. Oh well, I’d like to try out my male parts, I suppose.)”
“Well, then dear,” Jonah said, “take charge.”
Jen led him over to the bed, urging him to lay down upon it. Jonah noticed the bed felt softer, or maybe it was his skin that felt more rough. His wife climbed over on top of him, her blue hair going all over as she tried to find a good position.
It was odd, seeing herself like this, Jonah thought, yet he liked it. He found himself much more physically attracted to his wife than he ever had been as a woman.
Jen began to ride Jonah, the both of them quickly getting into a good rhythm. Jonah noted how natural it felt. He shouldn’t be this accustomed to male sex; after all, his mask shouldn’t have any neural programming in it, yet…
“Oh, honey! Your dick is soooo good,” Jen complimented, cutting off his thoughts.
“Really? (I mean, yeah, it is quite impressive. I don’t think Morrigan did any changes to that, either.) That’s good. You feel great as well. Just… don’t stop… please...”
Jonah found that he no longer had the stamina he had as a woman, and felt orgasm already building to a breaking point. With a small grunt, he came into his wife. She squealed and shivered a little, as his warm seed was pumped into her.
“(This won’t make her pregnant, right?)” he thought. “(After all, we’re both artificial people. But, you know, if I wanted to have a kid with her, I bet Morrigan could figure something out… Maybe I’ll ask about that sometime soon.)”
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As time passed, Jonah was enjoying his life as his old husband, yet he couldn’t help but notice that his wife was moody. Whenever he asked her, she just avoided it and tried to divert the conversation. It was infuriating, but he realized it was just as he used to do. He began to ignore her issues and became more focused in his work, thoroughly assuming the persona that Jonah had before.
One day, while Jonah was at work, Jen received a phone call…
“Hey, Jen, it’s me, Morrigan. I know you’ve been complaining about Jonah lately, so I think I might just have something that could help…”