Hitch Switch
by: Paul G Jutras

 

"This will be the easiest fin I ever made." Jason Chow thought as he stood on the side of the road with his thumb out. It had just started raining and he hoped that his subject would be along soon like his client said she would. "According to Mr. Drake, his wife has been working as a paid escort in secret for weeks. As a friend at the office she didn’t know, he was perfect to act as a private eye for him.

When Mrs. Drake pulled over , she lowered her window and smiled out him. After she sized him up, she opened the door and moved over to let him drive. "I don’t normally picked up hitch hikers." She teased he loved down at her lovely shaven and bare legs. "Get a good eye full honey. I don’t want you to miss a single piece of me."

Within a few minutes of driving, Mrs. Drake notice a camera stick out from under his jacket. What Jason didn’t know was that her pimp had informed her of her husband hiring a private eye to learn the truth about her and she was prepared. "You work for a newspaper?"

"Uh, Yes." Jason lied as he tried to cover his camera back up.

"No need to be shy." Mrs. Drake purred. "I liked having my picture taken."

"You do, huh?" Jason said as he felt like he was getting somewhere. "Image that. I like taking pictures and you like your picture being taken. Guess we’re a perfect match."

"Could be." She cooed."

With those words, he pulled over to the side of the road. "Real nice legs." He said as he ran over the legs that had been freshly shaving before she headed off to meet her first trick of the evening. She didn’t mind being late to the next one if it meant handling her jealous husband.

"You do want me to warp these legs around you." Mrs. Drake said as they started kissing one another necks and moved over their faces and finally their lips. He felt deeply in love with the taste of her lipstick. As they continued to kiss, he felt a bit ill. "Love the way my breasts jiggle don’t you."

"Can I take your picture now?" Jason asked as he stared at Mrs. Drake stripped down to her lace trim white bra and panties. "You’re just so pretty, I could eat you up, body and soul."

"Eat me up indeed." Mrs. Drake smiled as he snapped the shutter. As the flash went off, he was blinded by a strange flash of light. He hadn’t seen or heard any cars pull up so he couldn’t figure out who would be shinning a window through the window. That was when he realized that the person grinning at him was himself.

That’s when he realized his body was all wrong. He heard a girly scream exit his throat as even his breathing moved his new young breasts on his chest about. He looked up in the rear view mirror and saw the woman’s young face starring at him.

"I guess now I’ll be the one my husband will pay big bucks to for the report of what slut I am." Mrs. Drake said to Jason. "Should I say what a slut you are. Instead of being my executioner you’re my reprieve. Right now I’d rather be you than me right now."

"I’ll tell your new husband that you’re truly faithful if you wish to be stuck with him." Mrs. Drake continued. "He was going to leave me penniless if he found out about my hobby. While I take you to your next trick, you can think it over."

Jason glared in both anger and sickness as he left the car and walked over to a strange man’s house. It was the weirdest type of blackmail that he had ever had. He could hear his own voice say: In a month time I may give you your body back."

Jason didn’t know why he bother putting on his new shortly shorts, five inch heels and tank top. No sooner was he in the man’s bedroom than he had to take them off again. He never knew how hard a job it was to put one body out for money. Being disgusting and humiliated, he swore when the rough sex man left him bleeding and bruised, that he would never hire a girl again. Not even for a bachelor party.

"How did you get started in this line of work?" Jason asked his former self.

"Wondered when you were gonna ask." She smiled his former pearly whites at him. "I had these sex fantasies that my husband wouldn’t play along with. Sometimes I serviced guys and sometimes I dressed as guy and served girls. Since I couldn’t tell my husband I had to use my secretary money; which wouldn’t cut it."

"I got money from a loan shark that I had did once without thinking of my situation. When I told him I had no money of my own and my husband wouldn’t help he decided to take it out of my hide. I never knew it would mean him becoming like my pimp and telling me who I’d service to help pay him back. I only have a month of assignments left. When I’m squared with the loan shark, you can have your body back. You may no longer be sane enough to want it back, seeing how shaken you already are."

The next day, Jason took the elevator up and headed for his new cubical. That was when he found a note on her desk saying she had been reassigned. He was now going to be the personal secretary to his own blackmailer. Have to stare at his former face all day.

"How do you walk in these things?" Jason complained to Mrs. Drake as he swished across in total tan. He was dressed in a tan jacket, blouse, nylons and shoes. Sitting down, he kicked the heels under the desk and flexed toes that seem quite pinched.

"After a month, you’ll be a natural." Mrs. Drake said as she left her new secretary to his work while attending her husband’s business meeting. He was surprise when it nearly came time to go home and he hadn’t seen himself return to the office. A meeting had never lasted that long.

When the phone ran, he quickly answered it. "Mr. Chow’s office." He nearly gagged at the sweetness he used. He was shock when he heard his own voice at the other end. Was even more depressed to hear what was said.

"That’s right, Mrs. Drake." The Real Mrs. Drake said from the airline phone as she sat beside her unknowing husband. "There’s been a change of plans. Seems you’re husband and I will be in France for the next six weeks. Now you’re assignments are laid out for you. You’re husband want to make sure you don’t forget to keep the house clean and make dinner for your brother in law while he’s staying over."

As Mr. Drake left to use the bathroom, a smiled formed on her face. "I also wanted to tell you that if we didn’t change back in four weeks time the change would be forever. I like the idea of seeing you outside my office every day when I get back as my local secretary."

As Jason dropped the phone to the floor with a look of horror frozen on his made up face, he heard his own voice laughing madly before hanging up. Jason could only hope that his month as a call girl would give him enough experience to please his new husband in bed. He knew he would at least get use to wearing the G-string panties that Mrs. Drake normally wore and was a constant reminder of his new sex.

When he got to his new house, his new brother in law was having a poker game. He found out now being only a five feet was a disaster when one can’t reach anything in the top self of the cupboards. Even stretching in high heels which gave the guys at the card game a good look at his new wide ass. At least if he had to be cursed as a woman, it was as a beautiful knock out. What life really held for him, only time would ever know.

 

The end

 

 

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