Body Gallery 3          by: Paul G Jutras

 

The Body Gallery in 2077 didn’t just work on women’s body suits but male ones as well. That caused a problem for Helen and her husband Jack. It took months of her pleading to try a suit and finally he agreed.

"Alright Mr. And Mrs. Barnes." Mr. Spellman said as he handed the two the forms to fill. "Just take those forms and answer the questions. We’ll have you fitting in your new forms in no time.

"Did you want to be from another country?" Helen asked with a giggled.

"One person I care for is you," Jack replied.

"Then how about having the suits modeled after one another." Helen suggested. "It will be great for after the party in bed."

"Sounds good." Jack said as he marked down customized and wrote down exactly what they wanted for their suits. "What’s P and T?" he asked the receptionist.

"It means Permeate or Temporary." The receptionist said as the couple marked T and turned the forms in. They then went into back room and had the exams to and test done while they waited for their suits to come out.

That evening they went to the costume party with Jack putting white pantyhose, a pink tutu and leotard and ballet shoes on his female body suit. Helen was dressed as Tarzan with only a cloth hiding her body suit’s manhood. The two were the hit of the party and enjoyed the night in bed as each other as well.

After the weekend ended, Jack returned to his paper work as an designer and she went to her job as a secretary. They made love every night, but something seemed to be missing. Somehow it wasn’t as good as the weekend before.

"I just don’t get it," Jack sighed. "We always enjoyed our nights together. What’s wrong with us this week."

"Maybe it has something to do with those body suits." Helen suggested. "Maybe we get a sexual thrill at being one another. So close to the one we love. I could call and make another appointment this weekend."

"Sounds good to me." Jack said as they were so exhausted Friday night that they didn’t notice that this time around they had circled choice P by mistake. They handed their reports in and had the nurse run a test on them just like last time.

"The suits look as great as before." Jack said as the two removed all their clothes. Helen removed any nail polish and make up she currently wore. After they had the body suit belonging to the other spouse on, they dressed in one another clothes. "You’re clothes seem to fit better this time than last, Helen."

"This company does supply everything." Richard Spellman said as they headed

out onto the street and on the way home. They could feel how the heat of their

own body was tightly molding the suit and allowed each of them take on the others true form.

Waking up the next morning, Jack brushed his wife’s long hair from his well sculptured face. He glanced over at the image of his own body and saw the hard on the Helen had with his body. He whipped the sperm she shot into him from his pussy and upper thighs before reaching behind his neck to remove the suit like he did the previous weekend.

"What the hell!" Jack leaped from the bed and over to the mirror above his wife’s vanity. "Where’s the hole. Why can’t I take this off?"

"What’s wrong hon?" Helen asked in a sleepy voice as she rolled up and rubbed a sleepy seed from her eye. If not for the previous weekend, she’d of been in shock of seeing herself standing before her.

"The suit won’t come off!" Jack shouted.

"Of course it will." Helen said. "We marked...Oh no."

"What’s wrong?" Jack sounded like a mouse with Helen’s feminine voice of concern.

"I think we marked P instead of T this time. "I think we’re stuck as each other for the rest of our lives."

"Wonderful." Helen watched a fake smile appear on her face. With her new husband’s help her hot on a pair of skin tone pantyhose and white dress. The red leather belt Jack wore matched the pumps that made Jack feel like he was on his tip toes. 

Jack first work day as a female receptionist went without a problem. Mostly some file paperwork and answering some incoming calls. That evening the new Helen was glad to kick off her pumps and wiggle her aching nylon encased toes. The new Jack collapsed on the couch, loosed his tie and took her former husband feet to rub them the way he use to do to her for years.

That evening, Helen’s mother; who was babysitting their 8 year old boy and 7 year old girl dropped the kids off. When the alarm rang at 7am, Helen woke and threw a robe over her night shirt and looked in the mirror. To her sadness it wasn’t Jack reflected back but Helen still. She got the kids up with a couple happy good mornings and fixed them cereal for breakfast and sandwiches for their lunches.

"There’s the school bus." Helen said with a smile. "See you tonight."

After getting her former wife, now husband off to work, it was a shower of an alien body and what seemed forever in naked (except for a bathrobe) with wet hair wrapped in a towel. Finally dressed in a white blouse, peal necklace, nude hose, brown mini skirt than barely reached the knees and matching pumps. Jack was just glad that the make up and nail polish was part of the body suit so it never needed changing and always looked good.

The morning work went quickly and without interest for someone who was beyond such a job, and then after a light lunch it was off to the super market. The suits seemed to effect one’s emotions since Jack found himself eating like Helen now that he was her. His male self still didn’t want to think of the feminine hygiene products his new self was required to use now from the market.

It was a welcome feeling to get home and strip out of all the female clothes. Especially the straight jacket known as a bra. With just a bathrobe on, Helen started the washing machine and fixed the kids supper while waiting for her new husband come on.

"Mommy, the washing machine exploded!" The daughter called out as the three ran to a room covered in suds. While the boy thought it was cool, he wasn’t about to help get a mop and clean up.

Jack wasn’t learning to hate being a woman, but as he got the kids off to bed and snuggled up to the real Helen in his body suit, he felt a loving feeling throughout his emotional body that made even the worst day seem good. That like it or not they were stuck in a life that their love for one another would have to see them through.

 

THE END

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